Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 818

Blood and flesh fell akin to a hail and rain of crimson. The splashing along the ground and the heavy thuds drew a grotesque squishing sound that made one’s skin crawl.

Sylas lowered his hands, looking at them for a moment as though he found it hard to believe what he had done as well. But even so, it didn’t reflect in either his expression or his eyes.

Telekinesis was a manifestation of Will, and because of that, it was particularly difficult to use on living beings. Usually, when Sylas pushed or pulled at someone in combat, it had to either be in a short spurt or in a sudden attack they weren’t ready for. And, just as limiting, he could only use such tactics against those with Wills far inferior to his own.

The closer one’s Will was to their body, the greater control and effect it had. Likewise, the vice versa was also true.

For the same reasons, using telekinesis to target the inside of someone’s body was even more difficult. In fact, it was ultimately impossible.

Until now.

With the effect of the crown, it was like Sylas had become a true god of Earth, an existence that commanded the laws as he pleased and claimed dominion over a sliver of the sky.

His Will had crushed their outer shields, pierced through their skin and flesh, gripping their hearts, and they exploded from the inside.

The devastating, brutal death allowed them only the briefest instant of fear before they were no longer of this world.

Professor Broussard stood there in silence, his hands still up in the come-here motion that had summoned the shadows. His gaze still seemed calm, but the slight stiffness in his movement painted a completely different tale.

Sylas’ cracked crown slowly faded away, and he too stood there. His posture was much different from Professor Broussard’s.

"Ha…" Professor Broussard exhaled a breath. "… It seems that even after all of this, I have still underestimated you."

This Professor Broussard had no idea the kind of monster he was facing. If Sylas had truly had the same near year everyone else had had in the Summoning, maybe he might already be in the E-Grade.

If one compared the number of real months Sylas had experienced since the Summoning began, he might have experienced three months total, if he was being generous.

The first time—the very first time—he was able to leave the bounds of Earth without suffering a time penalty, he had come back so far beyond anyone else that it was impossible even to shine his shoes.

Sylas began to wonder… if it was even worth the effort to summon his Scorpion Warlord Armor to begin with.

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At least, that was what Sylas was thinking until the man suddenly spoke again.