Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1286

Chapter 1286: More or Less [Bonus]

[Bonus Chapter thanks to Patticus <3]

Gralith stepped through the clouds, marbled resin of violet forming squares beneath his feet with every step. It was as though his will was so tangible that he didn’t need a Gene Talent like Aetherflow at all to manifest it.

That was all it had taken to destroy what they had built over centuries.

"He overextended his hand and accidentally revealed himself to be a member of the Beastguards by informing me that there were spies amongst the passengers. I used his attempt to gain my trust as an excuse to interrogate them and picked out who they were.

Captain Herrs had no idea what happened and was still under the impression that they had just gotten very lucky. He knew there had to be a mole, but he had no idea from where, so he decided to be even more cautious, using special channels for emergencies, not realizing that revealing this method was exactly what Sylas was waiting for.

"When would you like to take up your challenge?" Gralith asked.

"Your time here would have been easier if you started with that."

He looked down at Captain Herrs.

Three months. Three months.

Gralith nodded slowly and then looked toward Old Brama.

In fact, without Sylas saying it, he was already sure of whose hands the Dominus Paragon Title had ended up in. It seemed that... these matters had become several times more difficult to handle.

"You took over the Golden Grove?"

"During one of the attempted raids, I used the chaos to capture them and interrogate them further about the other pirates and what communication channels they had. When Captain Herrs set up his large-scale operation, I used these double agents to alert the other two pirate groups that their base would be vacated..."

Gralith looked back to Sylas. The latter said that so simply, but if it was so easy to take over such a hot commodity, someone else would have done it already. However Sylas had done it, it was far more complicated than he made it seem, but it was clear he didn’t want to elaborate.

Gralith came to a stop three meters or so in front of Sylas, standing in the air just an arm’s reach from the roof of the starship. He seemed to be taking his time to observe this disciple of his, while Sylas felt as though his body had become practically as transparent as glass.

"Captain Herrs felt that there was no getting anything by my servant, so he decided that the best course of action was a strong maneuver taking advantage of numbers. Even if Brama learned of it ahead of time, there would be little chance to do anything. However, he didn’t know that I had picked out two double agents amongst his men during my first round of interrogations.

Gralith didn’t seem to react much to this. But then again, he and Sylas were quite similar in this regard. Neither really displayed much emotion.

At that point, Sylas set Old Brama on Captain Herrs, capturing him and crippling him. Then, he began to impersonate Captain Herrs, sending out a series of cascading orders that forced the long-time captain to watch everything he had helped to build crumble before his eyes.

No, it was more like he could feel something peeking behind his curtains, inches away from revealing everything that was him. But his Will, his True Pride Seed, his dominion over himself, and seemingly even a hint of his King Slayer Title seemed to be too stubborn to allow the complete change.

He would have seemed like any man one might find on Earth if not for the fact his eyes were a striking violet, one no less natural than the steps beneath his feet.

Gralith’s gaze flickered, the violet within them churning deep. He was about to speak, but someone spoke first.

The appearance of the Scorpion Warlord was something that Sylas might have noticed first, but the Sentinels quickly noticed afterward. The change in the atmosphere was near immediate and everything else seemed to have been forgotten.

By the end of it, Captain Herrs had completely lost the will to fight. He had witnessed it all from start to finish. One F-tier and one C-tier crushing an organization with over ten thousand C-tiers as though they were nothing more than ants in their sand farm.

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