Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2262

The atmosphere around the Genesis Covenant was filled with a boisterous sort of flare and happiness. While the novel recruits were wringing their hands and sweating bullets, that wasn't the same for everyone else.

In fact, it could be said that this was a time for celebration.

Sylas had been worried about exactly how he would blend in when he arrived, only to come to find out that this wasn't much of a problem at all.

Young men and women intermingled endlessly, none of them wearing their disciple uniforms or badges. And why would they? When the dividing line was gender, you knew who was where instantly with very few exceptions.

The only oddity was that everything he had read about these two guilds said that they were enemies. The Genesis Covenant was the only neutral territory between them that they had. And while fighting was technically not allowed here for that reason… it also shouldn't be like what Sylas was seeing here.

It felt like he had stepped right into Sodom and Gomorrah, though a little less gay. Just a little bit, because even a casual sweep of the surroundings wouldn't spare you from catching a few pair of men kissing.

In fact, Sylas caught the sight of a pair of lesbians in a hotel window nearby. One of them had their back pressed against the glass, one leg planted to the ground and the other raised up high, while their partner rammed into her crotch to crotch either in the most violent scene of scissoring Sylas had ever seen, or she thought if she did it hard enough her clit would grow out into a dick.

They didn't even draw the curtains, and the windows were floor to ceiling, so there simply wasn't any concealing anything.

And yet, they were the most conservative of the people on the streets.

Sylas walked by a carriage that was rocking back and forth so violently the ground was shaking like an earthquake. Then there was a couple literally underneath the carriage using the vibrations to help them… pump.

Men strolled around with their dicks hanging out of their zippers, and women wore "bras" that were basically just the outlined wires without any coverage at all.

The only reason Sylas managed to blend in at all through the chaos was because at least some people were still dressed conservatively. And by conservatively… he meant normal.

But even then, that didn't stop passersby—men and women alike—from glancing at him as though they might grab him to fuck in a nearby alley any moment now.

That said, what was so very interesting was that not one person actually approached him to go through with it.

It was almost like they had an innate sense for hierarchy. They knew who they could approach and who they couldn't.

Sylas wasn't the only one left alone. Many of the more conservatively dressed individuals were likewise left alone.

While that didn't spare them from the leering looks and hopeful eyes, ultimately they made it to their destinations without hassle… Or so it seemed.

As far as Sylas was aware, his parents should appear near here soon. However, snagging them away and vanishing was going to be difficult.

There was one thing working for him, though. This was a neutral site, or it should have been.

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