Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1763

Chapter 1763: No Third [Bonus]

The female Professor rocked back and forth on her heels, her metallic strap-on practically poking at Sylas every time she swung forward. But it was as though Sylas didn't notice it at all, his expression as deadpan as ever.

"Do you even know my name?" the female Professor suddenly asked.

Sylas didn't answer, as though he was still lost in thought. After a long while, he looked up and met her gaze.

"My name is Germaine. Sounds very French, don't you think? I particularly like the accent. Oh, right, you're probably not too familiar with France, are you? They had lengthy fallen before you were born. Should I just start speaking in a French accent now? Oui? Non?"

"Give me a reason not to kill you," Sylas said.

The female Professor blinked and her spider leg bristled. But then her face was colored in confusion.

Sylas was here completely alone. There was no support around him, and though she was very restricted in her movements, was it really the case that Sylas believed her hands were completely tied?

One part of her thought that maybe Sylas was just an idiot who was overestimating himself.

It was true-Sylas had enslaved her to a contract. But then he had left her alone for weeks at a time with no one to monitor her. If she hadn't already figured out a way to slip out of that control, then she wouldn't be much of a Professor, now would she?

She was only staying here because Professors placed their own evolution above all else. What was undoubtedly most important to her was finding a way to improve and learn. And this Sylas Grimblade... was fascinating.

Plus, she wasn't quite willing to give up on the years of challenging work she had put in on Earth.

In almost any other situation, she would think that Sylas was just overestimating himself and hadn't noticed the chink in their enslavement contract yet. But... she had seen Sylas in action personally already.

While he was gone, she had also put a great many things together. No matter how she looked at it, it was this Sylas Grimblade that was the reason no one could seem to lay a firm hand on Earth.

So, when Sylas stood there, a mere arm's reach away from a C-tier, without a care for his personal safety even to the point of threatening her boldly to her face... All of Germaine's instincts roared at her not to act rashly. She wasn't facing someone normal, she was facing a predator in human skin.

"... What do you need of me?" Germaine finally said.

"That's not the question I asked you."

Germaine stiffened. She didn't know why she was so uncomfortable beneath this gaze at all. But she also didn't know what Sylas was expecting.

It was then she thought of something. The room they were in and Andromeda. Since she had been here, the only thing Sylas had ever asked her to do was help make Old Brama's creations more efficient.

She realized it then and she grinned an uncomfortable grin.

"You want me to help you make me obsolete," she finally said.

Sylas clearly didn't like relying on her, and he was implying that he wanted to do things here on his own. What he wanted from her was a method of Legacy.

What Legacy did best was gather information stores and learn. Professors were on another level on top of that— they were well and truly unhinged in what they did, but they were effective and efficient.

If there was one group in the universe that had a method of learning quickly that defied reason and logic... it was the Professors. In fact, the very foundation of their organization was likely such a method.

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