Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1876

Chapter 1876: Unfortunate (2)

It felt like every power Sylas could possibly pull on was snuffed out. Even his Will wasn't quite working properly, Maldrith's reach feeling almost unfathomable. It was like the Gold World's Progenitor was on the verge of turning Sylas' body itself into a part of the world, thus allowing him to gain control over even it.

Sylas perceived that even his thinking speed had slowed, his Time Progenitor Flame Ability not working with nearly the same level of efficiency. It felt like it took twice the effort to think half as fast as he used to. And because of that, he was slow to react in the worst of circumstances.

He could only watch as the first fist ripped through his chest, intimately feeling his lungs and part of his heart explode within his torso, his ribcage itself turning to ash.

When he felt the fist rip its way back out, crackling pulses of Aether leaving all the more damage as the next one was already on its way, it felt like it was over.

He didn't even bother to look over at Fanelei or ask for help. It wouldn't make a difference. Even if Fanelei could resist the Progenitor, any delay would end in Sylas' death. Bulese was too close.

Plus, this Progenitor was almost certainly an A-tier infinitely close to the S-tier, just like Fanelei was. Even if Fanelei could win a battle on neutral ground-something that was far from certain on the Gold World she didn't stand a single chance.

In fact, Fanelei was still in a bit of a daze herself. She hadn't made any move to help. She was partly acknowledging Sylas' words from before to not interfere unless he explicitly asked, and partly trying to figure out what he wanted to do.

Fanelei had no idea there was a Progenitor on this world, so she wasn't actually aware of what had happened. It didn't make sense to her that Sylas would go from sheer domination to the situation being so clearly reversed in an instant.

To her, it was either that the two were using a treasure far more powerful than even she had the means to detect- something she thought was impossible—or that Sylas was doing this on purpose.

Why Sylas would be doing this on purpose, she had not a single clue. But he had proven many times before that he did things unfathomable to her.

Progenitors were simply too rare, and as someone who had neither ever met one nor experienced their abilities in real time, Fanelei couldn't sense or guess at what was happening... not that being able to do so would have changed anything.

In fact, as an extra hint of precaution, Maldrith had taken extra care to fuse his interference with the presence of the world itself. It felt little different from a breeze in the air or the sway of a current in the ocean.

If Sylas had been a Progenitor himself, and even he could only guess that Maldrith had interfered. He hadn't sensed it before it came at all; otherwise, he would have never been so caught off guard.

Even Maldrith had no idea that his covert actions had helped him stall Sylas far more than they had helped him avoid interfering with Fanelei directly.

Right about now, though, Maldrith wasn't thinking about this. Instead, he was shaking his head and slowly standing. He realized that after Sylas died, Fanelei might be enraged beyond measure.

To deal with a Legend, he couldn't do it from afar so casually. In fact, he didn't want to.

It had been too long since he stretched these old bones of his. Fighting Fanelei without the support of his Progenitor status sounded fun.

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