Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2263

Several gazes landed on Sylas the moment he walked in. His gaze remained even, his gait measured, but the intensity of the gazes only seemed to increase as though they could smell something on him.

Just as he was about to make it to the desk, a woman lounging on a chair not too far away, smoking something that smelled of tea and lavender from an extension, looked at him. Her lips were impossibly red to the point that it didn't quite feel like she was just wearing lipstick; it was almost like she had painted the color on.

Just the slightest shift from this woman seemed to have overturned the atmosphere. A chilly wind passed through, and almost every woman in the vicinity who had been looking at Sylas put their heads down instantly. The men that had lust in their eyes quickly followed suit.

The only ones left looking other than the woman herself were the men who had frowns on their faces and curiosity in their eyes.

Indeed… they took hierarchy very seriously, but what they were measuring was far less clear.

Sylas' steps, though, surprisingly came to another stop and he turned to look at the woman. There was a flash in his eyes and a crack echoed through the world.

Slowly, a drizzle of blood fell down the corner of her lips.

She, though, continued to look at Sylas with the very same lazy, languid expression as though she didn't feel the backlash at all.

Her robes were practically falling from her shoulders, just barely hiding her ample breasts. They advanced with the ripple of her every breath.

The robes themselves continued into not just one split, but three of them, revealing her legs. The splits rose up so high that it was either that she was wearing a very unique set of panties, or not wearing any underwear at all.

The dips in her hip bones were visible for all to see, and every shift of her weight pressed and moved the soft flesh of her ass in the most intoxicating of ways.

The blood finally made it down her chin in a drizzle, falling to the ground with a slight pitter-patter.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

Her voice was slightly hoarse. It was hard to tell if it was because she had been screaming recently, or if it was because she hadn't spoken in a very, very long time.

Sylas simply met her gaze for a moment and then turned away.

"Know your place," he said indifferently.

There was a flicker in the woman's eyes for a moment, and the flashes of curiosity in the eyes of several of the men became rage.

In a sudden warp, a man appeared before Sylas and punched out.

Sylas didn't need to think much about this. The rules of no fighting were enforced between the guilds so as to maintain the peace. However, to the man across from him, he was attacking someone else from the Stormfall Covenant. This wouldn't break the rules at all.

Unfortunately, it would break him.

The fist didn't even seem to land. From a third party's perspective, it looked as though Sylas had just continued to walk forward unimpeded, but the man… He collapsed to his knees, holding onto his stomach as though he could stop his inner organs from spilling out.

The problem?

There were no inner organs left to stop.

Nothing but a vacant hole was left in his belly.

A C-tier crushed like dried leaves on the ground, and hardly anyone saw when Sylas attacked in the first place.

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