Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1865

Chapter 1865: Functional Power [Bonus]

[Bonus chapter thanks to Rikstingray <3 I don't understand the fascination with sting rays. Is a masochistic thing? Do you like being electrocuted? Sick bastard, you probably like getting pegged too </3] Nobel's expression remained unreadable. At first, it half felt like it was because his face was far too wrinkled to decipher the state of his expression at all. But the longer it went on, the more clear it became that he simply wasn't moving in the slightest.

Sylas took a step to the side and then walked past him.

"Where are you going?" Fanelei hurried to speak first.

Sylas didn't reply.

Fanelei peered between Nobel and Sylas, confused about what the hell was going on.

"Master? Master?" Akshat built several attempts to wake him up, but none of them seemed to work. Nobel just stood there, staring out into space.

Akshat was about to touch Nobel, but the moment he got close...

BANG!

Akshat's arm crumbled to ash, the rest of his body flying out in a speeding arc that cut through the air with astonishing speed. He vanished into the darkness of the void, the sound of his landing not even making it back to them.

'Convenient.' Sylas thought to himself.

Fanelei's pupils shrank. Those two were her way in here.

Usually, there would be a talisman to guide them through the void, but she hadn't brought one since Nobel was here. But now Akshat had vanished, and Sylas had likewise disappeared, while the most Senior Ancestor of the Analei wasn't responding to anything.

"What are you doing?" Sylas' voice drifted into Fanelei's ears as though he was right next to her.

She was startled awake and her head snapped toward the voice. But Sylas was still not there. In fact, he was already a long distance away.

"Follow my voice. We don't have time for this."

Fanelei found herself stepping out of the void minutes later. Sylas stood there, waiting for her. He looked up into the skies as though he was silently trying to calculate something.

"You... what happened? What did you do to Ancestor Nobel?"

"I didn't do anything." Sylas said. How ridiculous. That man was the closest individual to the S-tier Sylas had ever personally met. What could he do to him?

If not for the fact that the formation that mimicked the void was around them, he wouldn't have been able to vanish from Nobel's eyes like that either.

But Sylas didn't even spare a single thought toward the idea of attacking. Not to mention the fact that he wouldn't even break that old, wrinkled skin, but at Nobel's power, even if he could see, touch, or feel Sylas, there was no amount of silencing that Sylas could do to his Will that Nobel wouldn't be able to pick out.

The moment Sylas had the intention to actually attack, Nobel would pin him down and react.

Of course, if Sylas wanted to escape, that was another matter entirely. It was because he was figuring out exactly how to do that that he had been tense for a moment. But when he did have a sure plan, he relaxed.

The fact that he had been tense for so long and had to think for such an extended period of time just went to show how powerful Nobel really was.

Fanelei put a hand on Sylas' shoulder and they vanished. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

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