Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1848

Chapter 1848: The First Race

The Rat quickly ripped his hand back, accelerating back before he came to a slow stop. He barely realized that he was surrounded by an odd darkness illuminated only by the road he stood on.

Sylas, though, stood in the same spot without moving. He didn't seem to care much about following after the Rat.

Standing in silence, he monitored the Rat as though he was observing an ant squirm.

"What did you do?" The Rat's head snapped toward Sylas, much of his visage still covered by his hood. But his eyes... they were clear and looked like pools of endless blood. "Where is this?"

Sylas didn't answer. If he didn't need to talk, he certainly wouldn't-not to the likes of this person.

Instead, he raised a finger.

Danger warnings pulsed in the Rat's mind, but it was already too late.

The sound of a slap echoed through the darkness. The Rat spun like a spinning top, his hood falling from his head.

What was left was a disheveled old man that looked to be the pinnacle of all that was gross and vindictive.

His head was as wrinkled as a mole rat's face, his head a sparse collection of hair. A single tooth gripped his lip when he pressed them into a thin line, burying the absolute fury he was feeling.

PA.

He spun the other way.

"YOU-!"

The Rat lunged, only for a powerful current to slam down from above with the weight of a mountain. He was smashed onto the ocean floor.

He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, and finally, Sylas walked forward. Crouching down, Sylas palmed the Rat's head, not bothering to try and grab at what sparse hair there was.

Standing up, Sylas began to drag him.

The Rat struggled, trying to pull free, but nothing he did seemed to matter in the slightest. It was like billions upon billions upon billions of tons of force were pressing down on every square inch of his body with perfect symmetry.

He simply didn't stand a single chance.

Soon, Sylas stood before six familiar statues... the First Race of Earth... the Clypsians... the Dogons... the Dinos... the Great Apes... the Humans... "This is it! This is it!" The Rat screeched like a madman, his eyes bleeding with Greed. He had been looking for this for so long. To think that Sylas would take him here... He was so consumed by his Greed that he didn't seem to notice at all that he still couldn't move a single inch.

However, much like Sylas the first time, the Rat could only see a shadow shrouding the First Race.

The current Sylas, though... was seeing something very different.

He was staring right at...

A Human.

It was a man with a face that perfectly reflected his own. The only difference was that unlike Sylas' olive skin, this man had skin as dark as night and eyes as proud as stars, and hair that flowed like the clouds in both essence and color.

Even with his senses, it was hard for Sylas to tell if he was imagining it or not... but he could swear this man looked exactly like him.

But when he blinked, he looked like his father. And then he blinked again, and he could swear he saw his grandfather, and then Archibald. Every time he lost the slightest hint of focus, the statue reflected the image of another Human Male.

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