Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2300

Gentrixaul's tail moved, a furious roar leaving his lips.

His irritation took shape in a violent whirlwind. But whereas the fury of any normal being might cause a damage on the scale of a body, Gentrixaul's bodily scale was that of a galaxy.

The reflexive fury of something enormous burned away at the crevices of reality, and the star system it passed through simply stopped existing in the span of a breath of time.

The first celestial bodies unravelled along the line his scales had traced, and the eleven planets that had been circling it for tens of billions of years followed after in a spray of molten rock and iron. The debris didn't settle, spraying and carrying the momentum of a God's rage across light years.

By the time it crossed into the galaxies bordering his own, it had spread thin. But thin to a planet meant little to a humanoid, and sparse to a star could nuke worlds.

Bodies of earth that had never heard the name Gentrixaul woke to a rainfall of asteroids peeling across their skies, oceans boiling out of their basins, whole civilizations ending under a sky once blue, now red, and crimson, and violet, and black… None of it could stave the fury in his chest.

A C-tier, a mere C-tier… no, not just a mere C-tier, but an ant of the Demi-God Plane had actually dared to reject his offer, to turn his nose up at his power.

He was quickly becoming a laughing stock. He had slayed Gods in his time, S-tiers taht could have lay waste to the entire Demi-God Plane in a fit of their own fury. He had treated them with childlike indifference and crushed them beneath his tail much the same.

And yet, it was a mortal and a Demi-God who dared to say no to him.

His coils shifted, and the space around him began to fold and concentrate. He didn't care any longer, he would burst through the canopy that divided the planes and end this himself. He had exercised restraint for the sake of the rules, he had worked through events and inheritances and borrowed hands, and it had bought him nothing but humiliation.

The Pride of a God was not to be impugned, and he would burn that into their very souls as he killed them.

"You'll regret that."

A woman's voice echoed. Unhurried, and entirely unafraid.

Gentrixaul went still, his eyes narrowing. Not just anyone could speak into his mind like this.

"There's a better way to have what you want."

The folding space eased.

"Speak." The rumbling voice of Gentrixaul filled the star system… or what remained of it.

"Not like this," the woman said. "Let's talk properly. I think you'll find our interests overlap more than you expect."

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Sylas moved through the void with a casual flare, his Vipermancy carrying his steps like a compass. Every Serpentes within a certain breadth registered against it, and the ones with anything worth taking registered louder. He didn't have to search very hard to find them.

He killed the ones that were unworthy, and so far, that had been all but Sarethvane.

In fact, this was how he had found Sarethvane so quickly. That black Will had attracted him so very well.

But since then, there was nothing of the same interest. That wasn't much of a surprise, it was only natural. He had been through a lot already, and had sensed plenty of Serpentes, but none but four had truly caught his attention aside from Nosphaleen.

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