Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1807

Chapter 1807: Choice

Sylas continued to stare at the small black box like he hadn't just come across the realization of the millennia.

He might have come to what he thought was the right conclusion, but what he still didn't know was what this meant for him moving forward.

A Race that had planned so far ahead... if they had done it unselfishly, then Sylas could simply take everything and move forward with it. He was the Progenitor of Earth and potentially a descendant of this Race, so it was as much his birthright as it was anyone else's. In fact, it was more his birthright than anyone else's.

Sylas wasn't the sort to care about something like that, as he only cared what he could accomplish on his own, but when it came to matters of his family, it was different. There was no denying that the help of the First Race of Earth would make a huge difference.

The problem with that was that relying too much on them would also cause problems. Sylas could have chosen the First Statue at the bottom of Earth's oceans if he had wanted to. But he hadn't done so because he grasped that it would cause more problems than it would help with.

However, should he choose them this time? Did it even count as choosing them right now, or was he seeing much further down the road?

Sylas knew the answer was probably the latter. Whatever changes this was causing would be slow and deliberate over an increasing period of time. It wouldn't be until he was powerful enough to protect himself that whatever secrets were left would truly unleash themselves.

For a Race that had had no choice but to hide themselves, this was the smartest path to take.

But what Sylas needed to decide right here and now was if he wanted to follow their plan in the first place. Was it worthwhile for him... and most importantly, was he falling into a trap by doing so?

If he was truly their descendant like the other Humans of Earth, then it could very well be that they had done this simply to survive, like they were parents to their children, hoping and praying he would succeed and revive what they had once been.

But if they were more sinister...

They might very well see him as inferior stock that needed to be formed into just the right vessel for them to make use of.

Maybe one day soon he would be fighting them off from trying to take over his body.

It wouldn't be the first time that Sylas had met selfish Ancestors. What were the hidden families of Earth if not selfish? Archibald had been the only exception, and he was exactly that-the exception, not the rule.

All the others had been wiped out by the system because they had overstepped their bounds.

You might be able to argue that they thought they were doing what was best for Earth. None of them believed there was a chance to fix things and that this was well and truly the only way forward. They didn't think that Earth had a chance to break free of all the powerful Races that were vying after them.

But what had Sylas proved in the end if not that he was correct all along?

Who was to say if the First Race also thought they were just "doing what was best" too?

There were so many things they had left behind that only someone as intelligent as Sylas could decipher. But that might very well only be because they were looking for the perfect vessel as well.

It was hard to decide what direction to take, which way was the right way to go, what created the most sense for him... It was quite the dilemma. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"All this for an extra set of Meridians?" Sylas spoke to no one in particular. "Sure. Why not?"

Sylas squeezed down on the mantle.

Sylas squeezed down on the mantle.

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