Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1899: Worst Decision [Bonus]

Chapter 1899: Worst Decision [Bonus]

[Bonus chapters thanks to TheHonoredOne69 <3]

The 713 Emperors all stepped out from their mountains, their gazes focused and gloomy.

Their gazes locked onto the Monkey King Mountain. The commotion wasn’t small; it was all too obvious what had been triggered.

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At the bottom of the mountain, a familiar Emperor Lizard woman had already reported back to the Enforcement Claw what was happening.

However, after Sylas had stepped into the Dungeon, it had become something impossible to interfere with.

When news of the Emperor Dove’s death came back, reverberating through a tablet connected with his Will in the Claw Hall, the Emperor Lizard woman had been completely infuriated and wanted to charge out.

But her superior had stopped her before she even had the chance.

Berne was a woman with a fiery temper, and it reflected in her Will. If she had been born an Emperor Ape, she would have certainly become an Emperor Lizard instead.

So all of the explanations and pleas for calm she received fell on deaf ears against the stringent restraints that were put on her.

However, even there even chained and restrained by her own comrades and superiors—she didn’t understand. Why did the death of one Emperor Dove mean that they would just give up and let Sylas do whatever he wanted?

When she felt the mountains shake, she pulled against her restraints only to be forced back. It was only her wrists and ankles that were restrained, but it was certainly enough to stop her from moving entirely.

At that moment, the man who had restrained her walked in.

He was young, but he had already entered the lower levels of the C-tier.

“WHY?!” Berne roared, her hair dancing as she tried to pull herself free but still failed.

The young man looked at Berne and shook his head. He had an odd look to him. A quarter of his face was covered in a burn he couldn’t seem to heal, and he had one canine coming down over his bottom lip, while the other side of his lip had nothing at all, almost like he only had one of them.

Yet, despite his oddity, he had a strong gaze and was, overall, pleasant to look at. Sometimes it was hard for people to reconcile the two things in their minds, and they ended up being sucked into his cool gaze instead.

The young man’s name was Zhen, one of the very few members of the Enforcement Claw who was from one of the four main lineages.

Although the Enforcement Claw and Wing were both made up of the strongest disciples of the Emperor Sanctum, those of the four main lineages didn’t make up a large segment. This wasn’t because they shirked their responsibilities, but instead because being a part of those four main lineages came with its own weight of responsibility.

They were often the representatives of the Emperor Sanctum on the world stage. They were the ones who fought for positions on Dungeon Leaderboards; they were the ones who represented the Sanctum in tournaments and conflicts.

While there was still a certain quality that any disciple who joined the Emperor Claw or Wing had to meet, it was often safe to say that those of the four main lineages who joined were far from the best of the best they had to offer.

That said, the same could be said for the others as well… though they were closer to that standard than any member of the four main lineages would be.

The reason this was so important now, though, was the fact that Zhen’s aura was that of a lion. In addition, for someone of the four main lineages to join the Emperor Claw or Wing had to come with some other incentives as well.

For many, the Claw or the Wing on their lapels was a symbol of pride. But to the members of the four main lineages, it was like a searing reminder that they weren’t good enough.

So many, despite being strong enough, avoided it in order to dodge the embarrassment that came with it.

The question was, then, why did any of them join at all?

The answer was that the Lion, Ape, Whale, and Serpent Lineages couldn’t possibly allow such a powerful branch of the Emperor Sanctum to be completely without their influence.

They needed eyes.

And in this case, Zhen was doing exactly that job.

He had restrained Berne because the situation was more complicated than most of them knew. After Maldrith’s return, many knew that Sylas had come to their territory, and they had assumed that after he had ended up so injured not to mention the fact that he had been exposed-Sylas would just give up and vanish.

Because of that, they didn’t increase security. They thought that doing so would just be a blow to morale that was already pretty low, considering how many things the Sanctum had been through recently.

Not only had they unleashed what was practically a civil war onto their Branches, but there was strong internal conflict brewing in the Sanctum itself as it tried to figure out how to best position itself.

They needed to project competence and control, and setting up a capture ring for an E-tier wasn’t going to help that along.

Plus, Maldrith was so infuriated he wanted to capture Sylas himself.

Somehow, all those thoughts and hesitations had led to Sylas strolling right in… and another thing that did was fill them with hesitation.

Sylas had outmaneuvered them too many times before. If they just sent a horde of disciples at him, wouldn’t that just be sending them to their deaths?

So they chose patience instead, and that meant stopping the likes of Berne from acting rashly while they dealt with the situation.

Unfortunately, once again, that was the worst decision they could have made.

Sylas raised his foot one more time, stepping onto the final, flat peak.

A beam of light rose from the mountain and shook the world as he stood there, basking in it.

As his body was enveloped, the only thing that could be seen through the light was the sharpness of his emerald eyes.