Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 830

Hours ago

A gasp echoed, and a man was ripped up from a vat of water. He shook violently, his hand almost instantly shooting up and ripping at his own throat.

It was only after he awoke that he barely managed to dodge to the side of his own attack. But he was still a hint too slow, his nail cutting across the side of his throat and nearly gashing an artery.

Blood drizzled out, and the man was fully awakened by the pain. And then came the confusion.

Where was he? How was he here? Wasn’t he dead?

This man was none other than Drill Sergeant Veron, and he noticed far too late that he was actually very much not alone here.

It was only after his eyes snapped forward that he realized that Gregory was actually standing right before him. Well, right before the vat of liquid he was in.

Wait, was it Gregory? They looked very similar, but almost like they were closer to brothers than they were the same person.

"How did you die?" Gregory asked coldly.

He was far from the go-lucky, cheery man that Veron thought he had known. Where was the smile he always sported everywhere he went?

A cold shiver ran up Veron’s spine as he felt hints of danger when he didn’t answer immediately.

When had Gregory grown so powerful?

"I… I…"

"You killed yourself," Gregory finished his answer coldly. "Now tell me how."

"I… I don’t know. I…" The stinging pain in his neck shook him again, and he quickly touched it to feel blood oozing down. "… All… All he did… was look at me… All he did was look at me."

"You Spawns… all have such weak and pathetic Wills. Why you didn’t just accept death the first time is beyond me. What is the point of living out such an ignoble existence?"

Confusion colored Veron’s face as he didn’t quite understand what the man before him was talking about.

Gregory suddenly snapped his fingers, and Veron froze. Slowly, the latter’s eyes dimmed until he seemed like nothing more than a puppet.

Images began to flicker in his eyes, and Gregory got a full replay of exactly what happened.

"Something is happening here… That is…"

Gregory’s eyes flashed, and then came the rage.

That was the reason he had come to begin with, wasn’t it? That place… he had been correct all along.

Madness.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails drew blood from his palm. His fury was palpable, so much so that his aura shattered the vat before him — and Veron along with it.

Gregory took a deep breath, and then another.

Then, he slowly exhaled.

If what he wanted was in Sylas’ possession, then that meant things in the Amazonian Wilds should be reaching a fever pitch very soon, especially since Gregory knew exactly what Elen planned to do even though the man had kept many things close to the vest.