Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200: Hive [Bonus]

[Thank Eeshoo. I swear this disease is spreading. I can only deal with one rich mf at a time]

They hardly lasted a single blow.

Without his stats, Sylas had no real idea of how much he had improved, and the fact that Effectiveness of stats also scaled with the Grade of your Race made it even more tricky. But what he did know was that he had yet to come across a single Demon that oppressed his Will.

He had gotten used to picking out the strength of an opponent through their Will alone, and Demons were no different. In fact... he found it even easier.

It didn’t take Sylas long to realize that this was about Mixed Demonic Arts. He hadn’t actively used his Comprehension just yet, but it came to him as naturally as breathing.

Even now, he didn’t understand why Mixed Martial Arts had evolved into Mixed Demonic Arts. But what he did know was that it allowed him to read these Demons as though they were open books.

But as Sylas killed one of the Horned Hornets after another, he was slowly beginning to realize that something was off.

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’We’ve been here before.’

Jala looked to Alex with a confused gaze, but Alex only shrugged.

"When you follow Psycho Syl, just turn your brain off. It isn’t worth it. You’ll catch a severe case of inferiority."

Jala’s eyes flashed with annoyance. "Can you stop saying things like that? You’re a man. Act like it."

He was truly starting to get annoyed, but Alex only laughed.

"You see? That’s that inferiority speaking already. I should have warned you much earlier."

"Shut up! Not everyone has the same complex as you do. If you want to get fucked, just go bend over somewhere."

Alex burst into a brighter fit of laughter, laughing so hard tears came from his eyes.

"Fuck."

Jala looked away, only finding himself getting more annoyed. He had never felt so suffocated in his life.

He lost his uncle, and just when he thought that was the worst pain he could experience, his entire family was wiped out, and then he was unceremoniously signed into slavery by this bastard. In fact, both of the people who had screwed him over the most were right here.

’The most? Maybe not.’

He still didn’t know who destroyed his family. No one had been clear about that at all.

But now, as though all of this wasn’t a big enough blow to his ego, the man who enslaved him was practically a lap dog to the man who had killed him. That was worse than a bruised ego; it was practically like his face was a revolving door of continuous slaps.

Even as he was half losing his mind, Alex was still laughing, and Sylas was ignoring them as though they weren’t even there. Why the latter had even brought them in here, Jala had no idea.

"I know one thing you’re much better at than Psycho Syl," Alex said, wiping tears from his eyes. "You’re much funnier."

Jala didn’t respond. He would just get angrier, and that would lead him nowhere. There just wasn’t a point.