Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2295

Sarethvane lay in a cemetery. It was his favorite pastime. It was so peaceful here, and the Wills were truthful, for once.

They didn't think too much of themselves, they weren't marred by hopes and dreams, false as they may be. They just told an account of what was. And that logic was one that Sarethvane had always appreciated.

Many thought that Wills instantly vanished after death, and in action, that was true enough… but what didn't disappear were the frayed edges of what was left behind.

Wills were all interconnected. The Charisma they used influenced the world around them, morphing and changing things. But when a person ceased to be, the influences they had once had didn't.

When you die, you might leave children behind that had some lingering similarities to yourself. You might have sown great Karma when you were amongst the living and people might long remember after you were dead… whether for good or for bad.

That Will was the truest form of Will. It wasn't warped and twisted by what someone thought they were. It was formed by the perception of the world of you. That was the only true form of Will in Sarethvane's opinion… And that was why he liked cemeteries. There were no arrogant, bloviating people here. Even those that had been were drowned out by the ill feelings people had had of them when they were amongst the living.

This was how things should be. Everyone was in their place.

People lied too much, even to themselves. Some faked humility, but very few were actually so. Often they had just learned how to play a game and manipulate those around them.

But such people were ultimately always found out. Death had a way of doing that… of showing you a person's true face.

No matter how good a person was at faking through their life, their real face would be shown in their final moments, and even they received their comeuppance.

That was Sarethvane's guilty pleasure. Putting people in their place, crushing the hopes of those who thought themselves to be grand and imposing.

One day he would do the same to Gentrixaul.

He couldn't help but think the supposed God to be so very pathetic. To feel so humiliated by a Mortal that you would cause such chaos on the Demi-God Plane just to deal with him. And after failing the first time, you actually wanted to try again. Though, it seemed that this mortal had become a Demi-God now.

But this Sylas Grimblade… he also seemed to think far too much of himself. A man must know his limits, to enrage a God not just once, but twice… Sarethvane could already see the arrogance in Sylas' eyes, the indifferent look on his face, that lofty expression as though he stood above and beyond the stars and the moon, the ceiling of the universe itself… A rattle echoed from Sarethvane's tail, but when one looked, it didn't seem like he had a rattlesnake's tip at all. Instead, his body was layered in coffins that covered polished grey slate scales.

His eyes flickered open, and from above it almost looked like the cemetery itself had come alive.

The coffins moved, climbing off of his body and forming a staircase to the skies. He almost carelessly slithered onto the first, and as his enormous body snaked forward, the last coffin went ahead to take the place of the first, forming a continuous ladder into the skies.

Sarethvane was exceptionally curious to see this Sylas Grimblade.

Would he be as strong as his arrogance suggested?

Or would he fold as easily as all the others had?

Honestly… Sarethvane could never remember ever having to bring out his full strength against an opponent of the same level…

The C-tier…

Was so very boring.

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