Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 828

The light in Sylas’ eyes almost bordered on madness. It wasn’t that he looked manic; his face was still the picture of sharp calmness. But all his insanity was buried deep within his eyes, almost as though he was hypnotizing even himself to believe in his current thoughts.

There was a dense Demonic Will stirring within his chest.

After being suppressed once by him not long ago, it came back with an even more furious vengeance now, pulsing through his body in dense tendrils of darkness that ebbed and flowed with the very same cadence as his blood.

It wasn’t a System Oath, and yet it felt no less potent. He wasn’t going to let Cassarae die, not like this.

He was already weak enough to land himself in such a situation to begin with. All he had to do was win — just winning would have been enough. But not only did he lose, he lost consciousness in enemy territory.

It was because of his own incompetence that he ended up in this situation.

And now, because of that very same incompetence, Cassarae had ended up triggering a Gold Leg to a Quest that could have had a much easier target, and by extension, it would require a Legendary Leg that was even more substantial on top of that. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

All because of him.

He had always thought himself to be capable, to be strong, to be disciplined. But he found himself failing again and again in this world.

The rules he was used to, the order, the rigid structure of things… it wasn’t there anymore.

Or maybe it was there, but his vantage point was no longer high enough to see through it all, nor was there a strong enough facade to maintain the guardrails that he could use.

The only way to change things, the only way that he could go back to the Sylas he wanted to be — the Sylas who didn’t stand at the top of the world purely because of personal choice and no other reason…

He had to grow stronger.

He had to Be Strong.

He had to…

"Sylas…"

The voice was far softer than any of the other times Cassarae had called out to him, but it somehow managed to cut through nonetheless. Read latest stories on freewebnovel.com

She had uncrossed her legs and removed her arm from across her chest at some unknown point.

Her skin was such a silky caramel, the faint, toned lines of her abs eking out from beneath its softness with every breath she took. Her breasts almost had an unnatural perkiness to them given their size, sitting there as she slightly leaned back like a pair of dew drops, her faintly darker nipples staring at him as though with their own pair of eyes.

The way her ass pressed into the soft cushion of the mattress accentuated her wide hips all the more, enough to make a man salivate.

Despite the maelstrom of thoughts Sylas had just been caught in, in the end… he was still a man.

Actually, he had seen quite a number of women naked in his life. Unfortunately for them — though he was sure they had spun their own stories — those situations had ended much the same way his first attempted time with Cassarae had gone.

But the reasons were very different.