Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 813

"He still hasn’t appeared?"

Professor Broussard reclined on a love seat, a hand on an armrest and his other laying flat across its headrest. He crossed his legs in a lazy sort of posture, everything about his expression reading either confidence or the need for a nap.

"There is no news."

"Is that so…"

Professor Broussard found it odd. According to his understanding of Sylas, he would have definitely appeared by now. With his calculations in place, this would have given him just enough time to deal with everything appropriately.

What he didn’t expect was for Sylas to hand him such a victory on a silver platter without even an attempt to fight back.

The longer Sylas took to appear, the better it would be for him.

Professor Broussard stood to his feet.

"My armor," he said lightly.

His secretary rushed about, beginning to help him prepare.

Two days… it was too much.

If Sylas had appeared within half a day, there might still be some lingering variables. But now…

This matter was as good as finished.

A screen flickered and appeared before Professor Broussard, and he nodded to himself.

"Well… someone should pay for the death of my little sister."

**

Javier stood in the middle of the battlefield, blood coating his body and fatigue hanging from his lips.

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[Javier Munich (FFF+)]

[Level: 35]

His conversation with Rosa replayed in his mind every time another one of his allies fell. There was a pounding at the heart of his chest that came not just from fear but, more importantly… fatigue.

He was so, so very tired.

They had been fighting for two days without the slightest bit of rest. He knew that they would be used—he wasn’t naive enough to think that Rosa’s words had no merit. But he thought that he would be able to use the circumstances around them as well.

That was where his true naivete lay.

The idea that he could have ever been more than just a cog in this machine was nothing more than wishful thinking.

He thought himself to be great—a Level 35 FFF+ powerhouse who had fought and clawed his way to the top without any sort of backing. In any other Summoning, he might have truly been an elite among elites.

No… he was an elite among elites even now.

The problem was that he had stepped foot into something he had no business taking part in.

He was an ant trying to shake a tree, a mosquito trying to bite down an elephant, a minor gust of wind trying to sway the peaks of a mountain.

He hurriedly raised his hammer, blocking a blow from the swiping claw of a Rotten Wolf.

With a stumble, he stabilized himself, roaring and pushing up and back. His torso twisted at the last moment, sending the wolf tilting to the side.

"You fucking zombie bitches! Come at me! I’ve got more to give!"

Javier felt something snap within him, and his Will pooled out in a torrential tide. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}