Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 878

No matter how confident Sylas had been, it was impossible for him not to feel his heart constrict. The gap was too large, not just in strength, but in terms of preparation.

He had been caught completely off guard. He had done everything almost perfectly, and yet he ended up nailed to an altar before he even understood what was happening, his blood pooling out of his body and falling to the lake below.

Every single bit of the heat of his body seemed to be being drawn out. Just how many heroes of Earth had to be drained to form a lake of blood so large?

And then Sylas suddenly grew calm.

A pressure on his mind passed over him like a wave, shattering when it came into contact with the depths of his Will Core. His eyes cleared and he looked ahead, a reflective, glasslike texture in his eyes.

A warm fire burned deep within him, a silvery blue flame that encompassed the depths of his soul.

Sylas understood what it was immediately. His Progenitor Flame.

But… he had never felt it so clearly before. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

The lake of blood churned, agitated by something.

Aki’s gaze suddenly sharpened, his head snapping toward the lake. His brows shot up when he realized that someone was actually awake.

"… That’s impossible…" he said in his slow, sultry, almost magnetic voice. There was a feminine sort of texture to the way he spoke that made one uncomfortable, not because of the tone, but because it always felt like he was trying to worm his way into your good graces… only to stab you in the back.

Sylas’ body trembled, his right hand pulsing with might. Veins popped up across his body, but he focused all his attention on that one palm.

The black stake driven through it began to shift.

’I need… I need to stand…’

This one thought consumed his being.

PENG!

It shot out from his palm with such force it felt like it nearly broke the sound barrier. The instant it gave way, the stakes driven through his elbow and shoulder were ripped out in the same motion.

Sylas roared, his free hand reaching up to his left side and ripping the stakes driven through him out.

PENG! PENG! PENG!

Sylas ripped his legs free, his body trembling violently as it lost all of its support. He slid down the altar, almost falling into the lake of blood before he caught himself.

He shakily stood, his heavy, mane-like hair covering much of his face.

His breathing was heavy and uneven, bumps and bruises he couldn’t even remember receiving aching his body all over.

However, while his body was stripped of everything, there was one thing that remained on him, one thing that they couldn’t hope to take away even if they tried.

A giggle echoed in his ears again.

The Madness Key.

Sylas lifted his head, looking up to the bloodied skies. It felt like he had slipped down to the depths of hell, reds and blacks swirling around him. A heavy scent of death hung in the air.

’I guess this is it.’ He thought to himself.

The Madness Key swayed on Sylas’ neck.

— [Aki Purvon]

[Level: ???]

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There was a flash in Sylas’ eyes, just the slightest hint of red as Madness activated.

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[Aki Purvon (Silver)]

[Level: 50]

[Physical: 9999]

>[Strength: 9999]

>[Constitution: 9999]

>[Dexterity: 9999]

>[Speed: 9999]

[Mental: 9999]