Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1852

Chapter 1852: Boredom

Sylas landed on the ground and walked into Casstle Main. As he crossed the empty sheer cliffs that separated it from the rest of the land, it was like time was reversing in real time. The destroyed earth reformed itself until it was like nothing had changed at all.

His mind seemed to be elsewhere.

Isolde watched her son from a distance, her hands still gripping themselves a bit nervously. But after a long while, she chuckled and shook her head.

She knew her son better than anyone. That face... he was still angry.

She had known very early on that her son wasn't normal. If she had to break down the most fundamental difference between Sylas and everyone else, it was that he didn't derive pleasure the same way. Namely, the reactions of others weren't what moved his mood.

If someone betrayed him, he was unlikely to react the way someone normally might to such a thing. He would usually be indifferent to it under 99% of circumstances. If such a person managed to successfully backstab him, though, he would most definitely be angry... With himself.

There was a different sort of anger Sylas experienced, though. It was a very niche sort of anger, one that only happened when there was a very particular set of circumstances met.

It was the sweet spot where someone had just enough strength, or knowledge, or anything that was just dangerous enough to tip the scales in their favor. This was a sweet spot where Sylas was still confident in his win, but almost angry at the audacity of it all.

She, too, could remember that memory from so long ago—the day that her even-keeled son had actually almost killed someone.

What had that young man had? Logically, it was nothing at all. He was pathetic compared to her son as far as Isolde was concerned. Though, she thought so about most people.

What that young man had had, though, was Cassarae's attention. Even if it was for just a short moment. Even if it was only for the purpose of making Sylas jealous.

It was almost like... Sylas was averse to making an effort, and when he had to, it was a slight that infuriated him. Almost like he was enraged that the people who stood across from him were so foolish that they couldn't see the obvious conclusion.

What was especially odd about this was that Sylas was the furthest thing from lazy. So why did putting in effort enrage him so much? And if it was just a matter of feeling disrespected by others, why didn't he react the same to betrayal? Why wasn't he furious when an entire Galaxy Cluster was laughing at him during the Rune Tower challenges?

Isolde knew what it was.

She could see what the omnimous could see.

Sylas was deathly afraid not of effort, but of boredom.

Every time someone was just strong enough, just smart enough, just resourceful enough to force him to show a little bit more of himself... He was one step closer to revealing so much that he couldn't pull back anymore...

And if that happened, then he would have to face a world where the skies were so very bland and the ocean didn't sparkle in the same way. A world where the stars couldn't seem to twinkle and the expanse of space itself had nothing left to offer.

A world where the smallest hints of care and emotion he had would be snuffed out. Because at that point... what would the point be?

If he could never lose, if he could not ever be taken by surprise, if he could never feel his heart race or his blood boil... What purpose would he have?

It was so very contradictory.

Sylas wanted to have all the control in the world, but he didn't feel a need to broadcast it to the world. He wanted to be left alone with his autonomy. He didn't feel the need to prove his supremacy to others.

And deep inside... Sylas was deathly afraid of that endless, vast void of nothingness staring back at him. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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