Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 842

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Sylas slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a breath. There was a mark of fatigue between his brows, but it hardly dulled the sharpness of his gaze.

After checking how much time he had left, he nodded to himself and did something he hadn’t had the opportunity to do in a very long time…

He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

**

In the depths of the City of Gold Field Dungeon, a pillar of golden light was still raging. As imposing as the sight was, very few would understand that the truth of the situation was far greater than anyone could imagine.

Not only was the pillar piercing from the earth to the skies above, but it had cut deep within the Earth’s crust, plowing down toward its very core.

Deep within this pillar, the ashen corpse of a man lay there, broken. Any other human, or living being of the F-Grade for that matter, within this pillar should have been shredded to pieces. There was a reason that even Sylas didn’t dare to try and enter it to confirm Professor Broussard’s death.

And yet, if it wasn’t for the devastation his battle with Sylas had forced him to suffer, one would have thought that the Professor was right at home.

Or so it seemed.

As time ticked by, and the Professor continued to float there in silence, a sinister sort of intent began to make its presence known. By the time the Field Dungeon was almost fully formed, it became clear that this… wasn’t a good thing for Professor Broussard at all.

The burnt corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

It was a gaze that was hard to describe, one filled with so much death and violence it could pierce down toward one’s very soul.

If Sylas had been there, he would have recognized this gaze immediately—this gaze lacking in humanity, in a bottom line, in any sort of morality at all… this gaze that was willing to do anything to accomplish its goals, no matter what the consequences or cost might be.

Aki Purvon.

"A fool who couldn’t even accomplish a simple task," Aki said coldly as a corrupt aura began to exude from him.

After a moment, he suppressed his rage almost too easily. In one second, it had felt like he would be willing to burn an entire village down to ash, raping its women and hanging its children. But in the next, it was like he had never been angry in the first place.

Aki closed his eyes and began to meditate. Right now, what was most important was healing this body to acceptable standards. Then, when the time came, he would finally be able to feast on this delicacy he had been waiting so very long for.

**

Of course, this Aki was unaware of something quite interesting. A Split Realm was nothing more than an echo of the past. Those that appeared in it might have been real in some shape or form, but even if they were, the physical manifestations of them within said Split Realm weren’t actually real.

This was all to say that…

Aki Purvon had no idea that he had already suffered quite a devastating loss at the hands of this "pawn" of his.

Whether that would happen again was hard to say. But entering with such brazen confidence was anything but good.

The Woodland Territory had once been one of the only regions in the world without Demon Villages to worry about. It could be said that thanks to Sylas, it had experienced quite some prosperity as a result. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}