Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Grand Holiness

Sylas stood in the middle of a hall as a great amount of hustle and bustle was moving around him. There were workers getting things set up for tonight's festival, some were only arranging flowers, while others were building large podiums or even positioning heavy stone pillars.

When he entered this Dungeon, the last thing he expected was that he would be organizing what was essentially a grand party. He, Sylas Brown, a man who had never even seen a party invitation that he thought about accepting. And now he was in the middle of creating one.

But he honestly didn't mind it. He wondered that if in the future, if he ever settled down to become an actual City Lord, would these be the things he spent his time doing?

Honestly speaking... maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

At least that was what he thought for a few brief instances.

And then he thought about the meetings, the demands, the constraints... Would it be that different from the time he spent as a professor?

Maybe it was alright to do from time to time, to give his body a rest and flex his mind a little bit.

But all the time?

He remembered that feeling of freedom he had felt when he faced off against the Violet Rose Heart...

He was addicted to that feeling.

He wanted to feel it again and again, to experience what it was like to soar through the skies and display a might that didn't just shock others... but also himself.

He wondered just how far he could push himself.

But for now, he wouldn't lift much of a finger and clear this second Leg instead.

Even as the streamers were going up and the flower decorations were dotting the city...

[Leg 002 Cleared]

[Leg 003]

>[Investigate the lingering danger of the Temple and quell future troubles]

Sylas nodded, not feeling surprised at all. Just as he suspected, stabilizing the city to clear Leg 002 wasn't just about clearing the gate or fortifying it.

It had required death.

**

~Hours ago.

The Great Priest stood in a wide room of the temple not quite understanding his luck. Then he began to laugh so hard that the echoes layered onto one another and the room started to quake.

It was impossible for an F-Grade existence to possibly have a voice so powerful, but it was also unknown just what kind of shocking secrets were hidden in this room to force such a thing.

"What a fool!"

The rumbling of the temple suddenly became even more fierce, but this time, in response, the Great Priest who had just been laughing uproariously came to a sudden stop.

The Great Priest fell to his knees and pressed his head against the ground, not daring to look up or even to breathe too harshly. He had just been laughing hard and was somewhat out of breath, but even with his face as red as a tomato he didn't dare to inhale as deeply as he wanted.