Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1570 The Entire Board
Moose didn’t even have much time to recover from the pain of Sylas’ counter when he registered the words. There was just something about Sylas’ careless disregard of his thoughts that made him looking and unfathomable in ways that only those far above his Tier had ever made Moose feel.
They both had the same starting position. In fact, it could be said that Moose’s starting position was higher. The moment he tasted his first bit of Aether, he exploded with the kind of strength that he had only ever seen in comic books before.
Now, he was little more than an ant.
Sylas crouched down to the balls of his feet, pulling Moose’s head up by his hair.
“Earth has quite a few secrets on it. I’m sure you believed you were special, but you’re not. Whatever thoughts you have of turning this around, of changing your lot, I’d advise you forget it now. Otherwise, I will kill you. You have three seconds to make up your mind.”
Cassarae raised an eyebrow. Usually, Sylas only spoke so much for a purpose. But she couldn’t really see it this time. Unless… Cassarae looked toward Moose with a look of amusement on her face, and then back to Sylas.
“You like him. I didn’t think my best competition would be a muscley, 100 foot tall behemoth. When were you going to tell me that you swung that way? Does that mean I can hope for a threesome in my future?” Cassarae’s eyes blinked rapidly, her amusement only growing with every moment.
Sylas looked back at her. “Did you agree to come here just to spend your time sending verbal jabs?”
“Hohohohoho, I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?” Cassarae tapped her chin lightly, seemingly in deep thought. “Let me guess, let me guess. He beat you at something at some point, didn’t he? And now you want to make him your little minion to get back at him?”
Sylas gave Cassarae another look and then turned back to Moose. He raised a finger, ready to strike. It had been three seconds.
Just as he was about to, he paused. The notification for a contract appeared. It was no less oppressive and grueling as the woman’s had been.
Seeing this, Cassarae only laughed harder. There were certain privileges to being husband and wife. One such thing was being privy to contracts exactly like this one. She saw it the moment it appeared.
Sylas could have asked for this contract before they got to this point, before they even stepped into the Demon World, but he didn’t.
He wanted Moose to come to this conclusion all on his own.
And that he did.
Cassarae scurried over, looking Moose eye to eye.
“Tell me, tell me. Did you embarrass him? Did his pants fall around his ankles or something? Did he have to run away with his tail between his legs?”
Sylas stood to his feet, ignoring Cassarae. As for the woman, her head moved back and forth between Sylas and the latter, seemingly shocked by the display.
This Cassarae wasn’t just a plaything, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to speak so openly and boldly. Someone like Sylas actually loved someone?
Interesting.
“Do it.” Sylas said indifferently.
Moose seemed to know better than to indulge Cassarae, not to mention the fact he had no idea what she was talking about. How could he have the insight to Sylas’ personality that she did?
He raised his head to the skies and roared.
Cassarae staggered back, unwillingness in her eyes. But at this point, she knew that the time for playing around was over.
She did know Sylas better than anyone else. He was unmoved by Kael. But the moment he saw Moose, the gears in his mind started churning.
The mountains shifted beneath Moose’s roar, one Demon after another beginning to respond to the call.
Cassarae moved to Sylas’ side, both of them looking out toward the carnage.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Cassarae asked.
“Professor Fembroise.”
Cassarae frowned. “What about her?”
“You know why she’s been under house arrest this entire time.”
“Because you tried to kill her and the system stopped you.”
That was certainly an understatement. The system’s actions that day had almost cost Sylas his life more than once.
“The system thought her to be so valuable it even overlooked the fact I used Demonic Aether, rewarding me for protecting her.”
“What does that have to do with this?”
“You were right. Moose did once out smart me.”
“HA!”
“But he isn’t a normal person either,” Sylas continued, unperturbed. “At first I thought his fool’s act was just something he put on. But it was too real, too perfect. It was something I ignored until now, but if I had to guess, there’s something particularly special about his Will. Before the Summoning, his body was unable to withstand it. To protect itself, it went dormant, making him outwardly a fool. I read about a case like this in the Golden Grove.”
“Okay… so two oddities. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Not just two oddities. Two oddities tied to a betrayal of Earth.”
Where had Sylas met the man capable of changing his own name? Wasn’t it the very group Professor Fembroise had joined in hopes of betraying Earth back then?
A coincidence that both one in a billion anomalies in talent happened to also both be tied
to betraying Earth? Even their reasons were identical, one losing a son and another losing a mother.
No. They were precisely the bridges these people needed.
They had the Wills unique enough to become Demonic Envoys.
“Okay.” Cassarae said. “But what does this change?”
“Simple, really. They need a unique Will to create a Demonic Envoy. This is one way they’ve created, but I bet there’s another. One related to Rotten Creatures and another related to the Beast Emperor Sanctum. Or maybe they’re one in the same.”
The woman’s pupils constricts into pinholes, suddenly forgetting all about her scouting out Sylas’ “weaknesses”.
“That doesn’t explain anything.” Cassarae rolled her eyes.
“It only means one thing really. Now that I know every method they have, I can not only replicate them, I can destroy them. They’ll never set foot on Earth.”
There was also one other thing Sylas didn’t say.
The problem with Aki’s Armor being white was that it should have been orange.
The white tiger was a sign of a legendary creature. It was the Emperor Tiger.
The problem was that Aki’s armor was far too weak, even if he had just been an avatar at the time.
The armor had been tampered with. Changed and weakened, experimented with and shifted in hopes of creating something new.
Aki thought he was clever, but he was nothing more than a pawn. A pawn in a game Sylas could finally see the entire board of. He had been trying to replicate something he didn’t understand.
But Sylas did.
Moose out maneuvered him because he had never known to watch out for him.
Who stood a chance against he, Sylas Grimblade?
The woman was completely and utterly shaken by every word Sylas spoke. But when Sylas’ Will suddenly bloomed, his Grimblade bloodline burning as he began to devour the echoes of Moose’s roars.
