Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1013

Chapter 1013 One More Chance

Sylas sat down across from Lorien, his expression quite calm and difficult to read.

News that he was here on this Level 30 Bazaar was bound to spread a great deal, and it was unlikely that he would be able to stay here for very long without being targeted.

But it was true just the same that this was probably the safest place for him to be for the moment.

Thanks to the formations that the Golden Grove had put up, all those above Level 30 found themselves suppressed here—including those above F-Grade.

After gaining acknowledgement of this world and becoming its Czar, things changed for Sylas. He, at the very least, didn't face such suppression at all. In fact, he was quite sure that there was more to take advantage of that he hadn't had the chance to just yet.

Before he did that, though, he needed to make a decision. And it was impossible to do that unless he understood more about Lorien.

"Why are you so confident?"

It was a simple question, one that Sylas didn't bother explaining too much, and one that Lorien was more than smart enough to understand. He wanted to know why she was so confident in pissing off the Thryskai like she did.

Lorien looked at Sylas for a long while. There was something unfathomable about those eyes that made them especially difficult to look at.

She never feared anyone. She had seen D-Grades in person before, spoken to some of them even, but none of them had made her feel like this.

It wasn't a matter of power. It was just like Sylas could almost split her head in two and force his Will onto her. There was something very tangible about his Will that the others simply didn't have.

It was said that it was far easier to progress your Will in the F-Grade than any other, and Lorien couldn't help but wonder just how much water that fact was carrying for Sylas right now.

That wasn't to say that she believed his Will was only so strong because he was in the F-Grade—that would be a ridiculous assessment. But instead, she couldn't help but wonder if suppressing himself was part of his strength.

But by that logic… she had been in the F-Grade for far longer than Sylas, so why was her Will so much more inferior?

"Do you understand anything about the structure of the Thryskai?"

"Not enough."

"Then that's why you don't really understand. Technically speaking, the strongest Race of our Galaxy is the Florineth—at least in terms of soft power, economic control, and things of the like. In terms of raw military power, the strongest are actually Trakar.

"The Progenitor of a World is a wildcard no one wants to deal with because it shifts the balance. The Luck of a Galaxy would tilt toward the world, and for the Thryskai that have so many Galaxies to manage already, they wouldn't dip their toes in unnecessarily.

"At that point, so long as you don't piss them off too much, and use a slow approach to edge them out, the Thryskai will invest less and less all on their own until maybe a day a few hundred or thousand years from now, they'll just move on to another Galaxy."

Sylas raised an eyebrow.

"That's your plan?"

Lorien frowned. "Yes."

"You're lying," Sylas replied calmly.

Lorien felt her heart tremble, but she didn't get to speak before Sylas spoke again.

"I don't think that someone bold enough to use the feather of a D-Grade Thryskai Demi-God as an Aether Treasure would take such a conservative approach. So I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth."

Lorien's pupils constricted into pinholes.