Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 935

Sylas looked at the timer by his notification screen. There wasn’t much time left, just six hours.

But it was enough.

Sylas turned to find a surge of existences rushing toward this location, more seas of black filling the already dense black region.

He could have left with ease. He could teleport anywhere on Earth whenever he wanted.

But why did he need to?

He didn’t even bother to scan their stats. His Will washed over them one after another and he reached one conclusion.

Weak.

It didn’t matter if they were of the F-Grade or E-Grade; the conclusion was the very same, showing not the slightest hint of change.

These were without a doubt the fodder of Legacy. Sylas had long concluded that it must be Legacy; there was no other organization with this depth.

If there was, then maybe Earth was more screwed than even he thought. But…

He highly doubted it.

Slowly, Sylas raised a hand.

The Aether on Earth right now was especially sparse. It was to the point that skills were very difficult to cast with the help of the system. Unless you had at least Bronze Mastery in a skill, it was a useless deadpan line on your status screen. And unless it was at least Silver Mastery, you would be better off using your hands and feet than wasting the Aether in casting it.

That meant one other thing… _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Sylas’ telekinesis was King.

A world in a dormant state couldn’t limit Sylas’ Will even if it wanted to, resulting in telekinesis without the same boundaries and limitations.

Sylas snapped his fingers.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One head after another exploded. In an instant, dozens of existences, many with the power to rival City Lords and lost Patriarchs and Ancestors of hidden families, found themselves ruthlessly massacred.

Sylas only stopped when their eyes were filled with so much fear they didn’t dare to step forward any longer.

There were still rushes of existences coming in from all directions, but it wasn’t until now that the true powerhouses started to appear, and among them were two that Sylas recognized.

According to the Thryskai, the woman was chosen over him by Legacy. Aki had truly thought that that would make him angry, but as far as Sylas was concerned, that just meant that he was better at hiding himself than this woman was.

She had a delicate beauty to her and looked so petite that a wind might blow her over. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall flat, but she had a stern sort of calmness to her. Due to that, rather than looking childlike, she gave off the vibe of someone mature beyond her years despite only being what should have been a year or two younger than Sylas.

It was hard to tell anything about her. The clothes she wore were incredibly plain; she didn’t seem to be wearing any sort of treasures or equipment at all.

And then there was the man. The so-called E-Grade Race genius.

His presence was lofty.

He must have stood at seven feet tall at least, a strong contrast to the woman. He was wall-to-wall rippling muscle, but not in a bodybuilder sort of way, being far more lean and explosive than big and bulky. Read exclusive adventures at Freewebnovel

And for some reason, despite Aki describing the woman as the clear superior…

The necklace was around the man’s neck.

Sylas raised a hand the moment he saw it. It definitely hadn’t been there before, or else he would have taken it before he even got off of the altar.

But he didn’t have the time or care to think about why this might be.

However, he had only just raised his hand again when he paused. He didn’t trigger his telekinesis, but he could feel that if he tried to, it would fail.

"Fail? Why’s that? A treasure?"

Sylas looked down at the blue Runes that surrounded the place he stood on.

"Oh, I see. They’re pumping Aether Stones into it so it can begin to show its real strength without the support of Earth’s Aether alone."