Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2253

[Bonus thanks to Chronotitan. The infernal pits of hell are waiting for you]

Before Sylas could decide how he felt about what he had just seen, a laughter he could only describe as obscene peeled across the skies. It sounded more like a lewd old man than anything else, especially when it came out so hard that he started hacking and wheezing a moment later.

The echoes of what sounded like a man's fist hitting against his own chest followed, then a clearing of the throat, before a silent breath out.

"Mm. It seems I lost my composure for a moment."

Sylas, though, didn't see a single thing. He thought the old man had killed himself in meditation. After spending what probably amounted to billions of years sitting in the same exact spot, he had likely tried to push through one final time, only to fail and destroy himself in the process.

At least that was what Sylas thought happened.

But that laughter, though it was very different from the old man he thought he had met, most certainly carried the very same tone and sound.

There was no doubt. This man was the very same creator of the Creation World. So where was he?

"Ah, the snot-nosed master can't find me. Sucks to suck, now doesn't it. Ah, I've waited seven billion long years to say that. Do you know how embarrassing it is to call a junior barely a fraction of your age "master"? It's quite unbelievable, really.

"When are you going to give your disciple some gifts? This is tradition, you know."

Sylas didn't even know what to say. When had he taken in a disciple? Let alone one so shameless?

Sylas had never thought of taking in a disciple, nor would he probably ever. He didn't have the patience, and also taking in a disciple was a very similar concept to having a child.

In fact, in this world, having a disciple was almost exactly like having a child because for most of them, it usually meant passing on literal bloodlines, Genes, and even Will.

However, usually people did this for the sake of cementing their legacies, building Karma, and passing on their memory.

Sylas could build Karma on his own. His legacy would be cemented by himself. And he didn't plan on dying.

So what was the use of a disciple to him?

If not for the fact he knew Cassarae and his parents wanted him to have children, he probably wouldn't have cared to.

Well…

Sylas' gaze went a bit unfocused for a moment. Actually, maybe that wasn't true. He liked the idea of family, of protecting his own, of peace, at times.

It was just that his version of peace was quite interesting compared to others. He wanted to know there was a challenge there if he ever felt too bored, and then he would be content.

He loved his family like any other man would. But he would never have children just for the sake of passing himself onto future generations.

He alone could do that.

"Unfortunately for you, you don't have a choice, snot-nosed master."

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