Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2380

Chapter 2380: Sword Maniacs

The young man with the backwards cap had stopped typing some time ago, his typewriter still floating easily in one hand while his attention drifted toward a distant point in the cosmos that no ordinary person could have sensed.

His shoulders trembled once as a shiver crawled through him, and then a grin spread across his face as though whatever had made him react was more entertaining than frightening.

"Oh, she’s coming too? Aiya... that mad woman really doesn’t know how to do anything halfway." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

He scratched at his cheek with the eraser end of one of the pencils tucked behind his ear, already imagining the woman lying lazily in that little boat with the sword resting against her chest. Another shiver moved through him, though there was no real fear behind it, and he laughed to himself as his eyes narrowed with amusement.

"Fucking sword maniacs."

The typewriter vanished with a flick of his wrist, and he stretched his arms above his head as though he had finally decided that sitting around had become more boring than whatever chaos was beginning to gather ahead.

His gaze settled on the same region where too many threads were starting to converge, and the grin on his face widened until it looked almost childish.

"Aiya, I guess I should go too. It’s about time I meet this Sylas Grimblade in person."

His fingers reached behind his ear and plucked free one of the pencils, which he tossed lazily into the air before it began swelling at an absurd rate. The wood stretched into polished black metal, the graphite tip transformed into the engraved point of an enormous fountain pen, and the entire thing rotated until it hung beneath him like some ridiculous flying sword.

"After all... shouldn’t I meet my grand master?"

He hopped onto the fountain pen without hesitation, planted both hands inside the pockets of his trench coat, and leaned forward while the weapon beneath his feet pointed toward the distant stars.

There was no gradual acceleration when it moved, only an abrupt disappearance as the pen crossed light years in the blink of an eye, moving no slower than the woman’s boat had moments earlier. His laughter lingered behind him even after his body vanished, stretched thin across the cosmos as though space itself had failed to keep up.

"My elder disciple brothers and sisters are going to hate this, but too bad for them, they’re all stuck on the God Plane." His grin widened as he continued racing forward, clearly enjoying the idea far more than he should have. "I get first stab at ingratiating myself, and by right of seniority, doesn’t Grand Master owe me a good gift when we meet? That’s just basic manners."

The fountain pen vanished even deeper into the darkness.

**

On the Mortal Plane, the atmosphere within the Beast Emperor Sanctum had become so heavy that even the gathered leaders found themselves looking upward more often than they liked.

Several Beast Emperors stood beneath the massive structures surrounding the central sanctum grounds, their appearances carrying antlers, scales, feathers, strange eyes, tails, or other traits inherited from the concepts they represented.

None of them were Beasts, but the pressure spreading through the Sanctum made that distinction feel almost meaningless right now.

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