Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 921

Sylas stood there for a long while. His approach to things was slowly changing.

He felt that if he was going to truly change things, and if he wanted to stop getting caught off guard like this, he had to skew things in his favor more.

Trying to be stronger than everyone was nice. He liked the feeling. He would keep pursuing it.

But that didn’t mean that he didn’t need backup plans. And then backup plans for those backup plans.

For example, he was thinking about going to System Cities one by one to conquer them, dealing with this lingering danger in one sweep. But how long would that take? And as the City Lords continued to grow in strength, wouldn’t he just be slamming his own head against a wall?

Why not take a different approach?

If the System Cities were truly as he speculated and just secret methods for them to fail the Summoning rather than helping them pass it as they should, they were certainly linked to the core of Earth in some sort of way.

Logically speaking, there was likely some way to destroy them all at the same time, but he hadn’t even considered it before.

If they could connect and work together to throw Earth off its designed path, there was no reason he couldn’t do the reverse.

But because of how focused he was on growing more powerful as quickly as possible, he didn’t even consider such a path. Sometimes, a change in mindset was more important than anything else.

Ideas just like this one flooded Sylas’ mind one after another, his thoughts bouncing and rebounding off one another in a continuous wave.

Until a pair of feet drove into his back.

Sylas took one step forward and shook his head.

Cassarae collapsed to his back in a pile of bloody snow, but didn’t seem to care.

"You need to work on your drop kick," Sylas said casually.

"And you need to work on not being an asshole. You know, the wrinkles in your lips aren’t supposed to pucker up like that. I swear I hate you with everything I have."

Sylas raised an eyebrow and looked back. A hoard of Serpentes was following Cassarae along like she was some sort of empress, but she was still complaining.

"Come on. I’ll bring you back to Casstle Main. There’s something I have to do."

"Don’t touch me!"

Sylas swept her up by her waist and shot into the skies.

…

Hours later, Sylas set Cassarae down on the Casstle Main walls. By now, her anger had faded considerably. Though she had already understood that Sylas had definitely gone off to do something important.

In the end, she could only shake her head. She wasn’t strong enough.

Yet.

She clenched and unclenched her fists as he vanished into the distance.

’Next target… Florineth…’

Sylas thought a lot about how to help those around him, but how could she not as well?

She didn’t know anything about the Florineth, and the Nexus had no information about them either. That could only mean that they were far beyond the purview of Earth.

For them to have put Sylas in such a bind, they were beyond the E-Grade without a doubt. So how was she going to claim the next upgrade of her Class?