Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Frostiness

'Rotten Wolf.'

When Sylas saw the creature, his last bits of apprehension vanished. There were only so many coincidences that could pile up.

Not only was this City Lord from York City, they were related to a marine biologist, and now they were using creatures from the Den that he had gotten for Casstle Main.

There was no doubt about it.

[Rotten Wolf (F-)]

[Level: 6]

[Physical: 59]

[Mental: 0]

[Will: 0]

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Still, they were far too weak to do much of anything and far too unintelligent to tell friend from foe. This was likely why they were doing such a perfunctory job like guarding this side of the portal. In all likelihood, they were only here to let Cassarae know of an attack ahead of time.

The Rotten Wolf lunged at Sylas, but it was much too far away. It didn't have the ability to close in on him before he could notice its existence. His visualization had long since pointed it out.

With a casual sidestep, Sylas dodged out of the way. He didn't want to harm Cassarae's assets.

From what he remembered, the Den could only produce three Rotten Wolves a day. By now, the foul-mouthed City Lord should have quite a decent little army. But they were just too weak. The loss of even one would be a problem.

Of course... only Sylas would think like this.

The Rotten Wolves could be considered a huge reason why Casstle Main was still standing despite the situation. Most people weren't even Level 5 yet, let alone Level 6. And most people weren't anywhere near the double F Grades.

Sylas could be considered unlucky. The opponents he faced, one after another, were all monsters. But the vast majority of the world was far more down to earth.

'This is odd though. The Rotten Wolves are difficult to control without the matching Class. The Class Stele that I gave to Cassarae should only have room for nine more; they wouldn't be able to control so many Rotten Wolves.

'Having these zombie-like creatures walking around everywhere would also affect the morale of Cassarae's city. She wouldn't release them like this unless she had no choice...'

Sylas frowned. His thoughts ran as he dodged through an increasing number of Rotten Wolves. Soon, there were at least half a dozen on his tail, but he suddenly vanished into a building.

They lost him through the stairs and he leapt out of a fifth-floor window.

With a bend of his knees, he landed near the portal, but just as he was about to enter, he heard the sound of rattling armor and a squadron suddenly appeared, weapons at the ready.

Sylas came to a stop.

He didn't recognize most of these people. He wasn't sure at a glance if they were militiamen or not, but luckily, he spotted one that he did recognize.

[Marcus Tanner (FF-)]

[Level: 10]

Sylas looked him in the eye and nodded.

Gregory proceeded to ask Sylas a series of questions. They were all standard and felt no different from an airport interview.

Sylas gave him the casual answers he wanted, following the protocol. There wasn't anything to nitpick about his attitude.

"Great. The last thing we have to do is a search. Do you have any spatial devices?" Gregory

asked.

"I do not." Sylas replied.

Gregory checked Sylas' hand and wrists with a glance. But there truly didn't seem to be

anything on him.

"I see. No issues, then."

Gregory was only spawned after the Rotten Wolf attack and the Madness Key didn't look anything like the usual spatial devices.

Just as Gregory was about to let Sylas go, there was a slight commotion and another group came down to the basement. This time, it was led by a familiar valiant woman. Cassarae was still wearing a set of leather armor that clung tightly to her chest torso and waist. Her legs were long and every stride seemed to take two or more for others to keep up

with.

There was a frostiness about her that Sylas quite recognized. It was the kind of expression she would have when she was pissed but was forcing herself to remain calm.