Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193: Chaotic Menace [Bonus]

[Thanks to GaryDaSnail... you were my childhood once, now you are my tormentor. I do not blame you, I blame chrono and eviiil’s terrible influence...]

After speaking, Alex fell into silence. As for Sylas, he hadn’t said a word from start to finish. He hardly looked at Jala either, who still stood in the very same spot, unmoving.

Jala hadn’t expected to come face to face with Sylas again so soon, while Alex clearly hadn’t expected it either. However, there was one thing they both knew for sure:

Their lives were in Sylas’ hands.

That said, their reactions to this information were very much different.

Jala felt a cold sweat on his back, and he grit his teeth hard. All of his thoughts swirled around methods of making his own death as much of a living hell for Sylas as possible if it came down to such a thing.

The pressure of the last month had truly weighed on him heavily. He had given it everything he had, just to come up short—and not just by a little bit, either.

From afar, he had always admired Sylas, constantly arguing with his uncle and father about wanting a chance to prove that he could be like that too, if only they stopped coddling him.

But now he didn’t even have the chance to be coddled by them any longer, and all he seemed to do on his own was make one mistake after another.

And then there was Alex.

Sylas wasn’t fooled. He had seen the real Alex before, and someone who was willing to take such risks wasn’t a coward.

When he went on the Mountain of Giza trip with Alex, the latter had never said a single word from start to finish. He was so focused, and almost dark in a way Sylas had never seen before.

Maybe if Sylas was the sort to meet everything with a veneer of indifference, Alex was the exact opposite—but on the inside, they were a lot more alike than it seemed.

While Alex looked as though he was crying about the unfairness of it all and cracking one joke after another, he had never actually once begged for his life. And Sylas could see something deeper in his Will.

He was waiting, analyzing, trying to decide if he really did have to fight it out with Sylas right here and now.

And then Sylas suddenly released him.

The green palm that had held onto Alex’s throat vanished, and Alex landed on the ground.

"See? I knew we could come to some sort of amicable resoluti—."

Alex stopped talking as he saw Sylas wring his wrists.

"Show me what you can do. If you can last twenty exchanges, we can talk," Sylas said calmly.

"Syl, buddy, cuzzo... this isn’t necessary, righ—?!"

Sylas suddenly punched. There was no telekinesis, no Aetherflow, just a pulse of Runic intent.

The Mesh of Reality bent and the Runes of the world listened. Then it was as though Sylas’ fist, which was at least a dozen meters from Alex’s face, was actually right in front of him.

BANG!

[Chaotic Menace] activated, a deathly blackened green glow exuding from Sylas’ body and wrapping around him. His mane-like hair shifted and protected his neck with just the slightest pull of his telekinesis.