Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2496

Chapter 2496: Harem

Sylas found his sister sitting cross-legged in the middle of a room, her attention fixed on an orb floating above her palm.

Elara was already 19 years old. She had grown into a beautiful young lady, but there were still traces of the mischievous little girl Sylas remembered.

Even with her brows furrowed in concentration, the slight curl at the corners of her lips made her look like she was plotting something that would inevitably give someone else a headache.

Sylas watched her for a moment before his gaze sharpened.

She was actually B-tier.

That was quite impressive, especially considering how little time had passed since the Summoning. Then again, with the changes to the Grimblade Bloodline, it would’ve been more surprising if she hadn’t reached this point by now.

The benefits of his most recent evolution should have been especially large. The Dragon and Phoenix foundations had lifted their Bloodline far beyond anything it had once been.

As his closest blood relative aside from his parents, Elara should have gained enormously from that.

However, Sylas didn’t care much about her Tier. What mattered more was how much of that potential she’d actually managed to dig out.

There was a world of difference between having extraordinary Genes and knowing how to use them. In fact, Sylas had spent much of his life beating opponents who had advantages they’d never bothered to properly understand.

He had no intention of letting his sister become one of those fools.

His gaze shifted to the orb.

Elara’s Rune Mastery had always followed a rather peculiar Path, one that Sylas would never have considered for himself.

Her fascination with organic creation had started with something as ridiculous as wanting to summon cakes out of thin air. Over time, though, it had grown into something far deeper.

When he last checked on her progress, her control over flesh and the Runes underneath it was already extraordinary.

Now, the orb above her palm held an entire network of organic structures. Each one grew, divided and collapsed, only to be rebuilt into something else.

Sylas didn’t disturb her. He just stood there and watched.

One hour passed, then another, and then a whole day. Elara stayed focused on her work, adjusting her fingers every so often as the structure inside the orb changed, but she never once looked his way.

Sylas didn’t move, either. By the third day, he had a fairly thorough understanding of what his sister was trying to do.

There were still parts of her Path he couldn’t replicate perfectly without fundamentally changing his own approach to Rune Creation. Though, that was exactly what made it interesting.

Unfortunately, there were also several shortcomings.

Elara was leaning too heavily on the natural advantages of her Bloodline. The results were impressive, but Sylas couldn’t help but wonder whether she had really pushed herself as far as she could go.

Then, after 3 full days, the orb finally disappeared.

Elara blinked, stretched her arms above her head, and turned toward him.

The moment their eyes met, her face soured.

"What the hell are you still doing standing around here?"

Sylas looked at her.

"Don’t you have somewhere to be? Cassarae is waiting for you, you know. Go away."

Sylas didn’t respond.

Elara glared at him for several seconds. The longer he went without defending himself, the more irritated she looked.

"What? Did you forget how to speak after three years? Or are you just planning on standing there until I die of old age?"

The silence dragged on for a long while.

Then, Sylas finally opened his mouth. "Let’s go spar."

Elara’s eyes narrowed.

For a moment, she looked almost offended by the suggestion. Then, that familiar mischievous glint came back into her eyes.

"What? You’re not afraid of getting your ass kicked?"

Sylas took a step and vanished.

Elara stared at the empty space where he’d been standing, then clicked her tongue.

"Asshole."

**

By the time Sylas appeared high above Sky Roaming, Elara was already waiting for him.

She cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders as the surrounding Aether began answering her Will.

"Don’t blink."

Elara disappeared.

A fraction of a second later, she was right in front of Sylas, her fist driving toward his stomach with enough force to shatter the air around it.

Sylas’ eyes narrowed.

A feint. He didn’t bother to move.

Just as he expected, Elara pulled her fist back. The instant she did, her shin rocketed upward between his legs.