Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1793

Chapter 1793: Pity

"Brama, you still won't cease this madness?" Yaoyao spoke in a low tone.

At this point, Old Brama didn't even know what to say. In the time since then, it could be said that the only thing Sylas had ever done for the Golden Grove was give them benefits.

Sure, Sylas had used them to his ends. But because he had, they had made money hand over fist, and Sylas hadn't even started selling Genes just yet.

Part of that was because he didn't have the time, but another part was because he didn't need it yet.

Even so, just the money the Golden Grove had made from their bets the day Sylas became the Sector's Primus Luminaria was enough to cover all the money Old Brama had used over the years to build Andromeda and then

some.

In fact, trying to use Andromeda as a metric to compare how much Sylas had made them was little more than an insult to how large the sum was.

Because of that one act, Sylas didn't even need to spare the Golden Grove a contemplated in the last several months because he knew for a fact that they had long been satiated.

But, clearly, those matters were separate to the Golden Grove.

Honestly speaking, Sylas could understand. He wasn't the sort to get angry at perceived injustice, at least not when it was something so intangible as "face" and "offense."

Sylas' pride was often misconstrued by people. He had little desire to "prove" himself to people, nor was he thinking about these matters in terms of what he had done and what he should receive in return for them.

Because of this, he didn't get angry. He didn't even really plan on arguing based on merit either.

He could quite easily see where the Golden Grove was coming from. What they had in their Secret Realm was something they hadn't allowed even a Demi-God to enter. What was Sylas to a Demi-God?

When you looked at things from that perspective, did it matter even if Sylas had made them the richest Merchant Guild amongst Mortal organizations?

Old Brama was about to reply, but Sylas held up a hand and he stopped.

This action made Yaoyao maybe angrier than anything else. Logically, she knew that Old Brama was under contract, but the gap between his and Sylas' Wills should still be enormous, and Sylas had already said Megean.

That was to say that from Yaoyao's perspective, Old Brama was bending the knee entirely under his own volition, and that was unacceptable. She couldn't understand it at all.

"How far the mighty have fallen," Niafon said with a sneer.

Old Brama just shook his head. The Golden Race had fallen so far that they weren't even worthy of knowing of the things he had experienced since he began to follow Sylas. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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