Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1969

Chapter 1969: Wrath

Sylas had never seen such a well-kempt man before. Well, not unless he counted himself. But even for him, these days, keeping up with his usual habits without them being instantly ruined in battle was near impossible.

But this man...

He gazed like a prince charming that stepped right out from the fantasy books. He had a classic sword on his hip with a guard that wrapped around the handle, and he wore a royal, pressed uniform that outlined his broad chest and shoulders well.

His hair had just a few loose strands, but their blond filaments were well tucked, sweeping up and back across the top of his head. However, at that point, everything that felt so very human about him finally stopped.

His eyes were just two sapphire orbs, reflecting like gems with every twinkle of his eye. His skin was a greyish undertone of pale, and though his teeth were as white and straight as could be, his tongue looked particularly odd.

At first, it looked pink just like any other would have. But when he voiced, there was the slightest ripple that went through it and it looked almost like porcupine's needles had suddenly stood at attention before they flattened down as though nothing at all had happened.

Sylas didn't reply to the man, but he could smell the Boar coming off of him. It took him no more than a split moment to understand that this was Wrath.

The Boar blinked, looking at Sylas' side profile and then he suddenly moved, his hand wrapping around Sylas' throat with such force his spine began to creak.

"Listen, listen. We just met each other, right? There's no actual real need for us to be enemies? So why can't you answer? Is that so hard for you? I don't want to kill you if I don't have to, wouldn't that be a shame? Such a shame."

The sapphires that made up Wrath's eyes sparkled with hints of crimson as a Madness seethed over him.

[-(???)]

[Level: ???]

[Physical: ???]

[Mental: ???]

[Will: ???]

BANG.

Wrath suddenly pulled Sylas' head toward himself, slamming their foreheads together.

"Now why would you try and read my stats like that? You really don't listen, do you?"

Wrath bared his teeth, a bloody aura you could practically taste wafting from him. The number of people he had probably killed out of fury alone was simply uncountable.

Sylas' skull cracked, blood flowing down and piercing into his eyes as though shards of glass. Yet, he met Wrath's gaze, unbothered.

"Another pathetic Madness Disciple." He said coldly.

Honestly, Wrath was stunned when he heard this. He was quite used to his endless rage being intimidating. In fact, the angrier he got, the stronger he got, and the more bloodthirsty the air around him would become.

BANG.

Wrath was sent flying.

[-(???)]

[Level: 201]

[Physical: ???]

[Mental: ???]

[Will: ???]

Sylas wiped blood from his nose as Wrath rolled back up to his feet.

'B-tier...' Sylas' gaze flickered, not having expected this outcome. The problem was that Wrath had been sent flying far too easily for him to possibly be a B-tier. Sylas would have sooner believed he was a Level 151 rather than a Level 201. 'He is likely being restrained by something.'

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