Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1669

Chapter 1669 Little Adults

If looks could kill, one might easily be able to imagine how Sylas could have died ten times over by now. It was hard to fathom that a 12-year-old could make such an expression, but Leia was also no 12-year-old.

Her body was that of one, but that was only because she had just reincarnated. In fact, much like her grandmother had said, she should still be a baby now. This age was already the product of her accelerating her growth rapidly.

Sylas wasn't sure of the ins and outs of how the Analei's abilities worked, but the moment he saw that Leia was, indeed, on the younger side now, he pieced this together himself.

It seemed that she was trying to speed her way to killing him.

The realization that an A-tier with every intention of taking his head was standing before him didn't faze Sylas in the slightest. In fact, even when she was barely a meter from him, he didn't react.

However, his lack of expression was one thing; his state of readiness was a completely different matter.

Leia looked like she had been about to launch herself at him, but at the last moment she seemed to remember something and came to a sudden and forceful stop.

The winds of her abrupt change in direction buffeted against Sylas, whipping his hair back and stretching out his clothing. His long, cream-colored trench coat slapped against the wind, its fabric stretching against his shoulders, but ultimately remaining firm.

Leia looked Sylas up and down. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't fathom what her grandmother of all people could possibly find interesting in him.

She knew that an incarnation of hers had lost to Sylas, but as far as she was concerned, that was only because she had deviated from her grandmother's original plan for her. And it was hard to sharpen yourself when you were constantly surrounded by such weaklings.

Although memories of this incarnation were already fuzzy as she stepped onto a new path, she could very clearly feel the emotion she had experienced back then.

And it wasn't fear.

It was rage.

Rage that was only made worse when she saw him now.

Her eyes bulged, but ultimately, her head snapped toward the male receptionist instead.

"Ticket of entry. Now."

The receptionist blinked. "Young miss, you..."

"Give me a fucking ticket before I blow your head off. I'm participating in the entry examination."

"I... this..."

The receptionist didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As happy as he was to finally have the capital to be disdainful of someone, his face wasn't so thick that he could ignore the fact Sylas had only just asked for the same thing.

"I? This? Are you deaf? Give me what I want. There's no time to waste here. If my grandmother takes out her anger on me, I promise you I will make your life worse-if you get to keep it at all."

A cold sweat matted the man's back.

By this point, Sylas knew exactly why the old man had given him a weird look.

The elevator shuddered and came to a pause, the glass door sliding open.

Dozens of gazes landed on them all at once, all but one of them coming from a person Sylas would practically have to crane his neck to look down at.

Children.

They wore the expression of little adults, many of them being Analei who had lived other lives-but not all of them were like this. There were six other Clans of the Weaver Guild, each of their own Race, and each one outfitted with their own abilities.

And every one of them had extremely powerful F-tiers that were little more than children. These ones had the expressions of little adults for vastly different, yet very similar, reasons.

They were just extremely full of themselves.

Leia looked over at Sylas, expecting to see something-anything. In fact, she was quite looking forward to how a man as arrogant as Sylas would react to something like this.

She was quickly disappointed.

Sylas didn't even take a pause. He stepped forward as though it was quite normal, as though this wasn't the equivalent of a grown man stepping into class with a sea of middle schoolers looking to listen intently to what the teacher had planned.

His gaze only swept over the children for a short moment before it landed on a man with a mustache that twirled to both sides with wild abandon, stretching out wider than even his shoulders.