Genetic Ascension - Chapter 2017 Stern

Chapter 2017: Stern

Sylas pulled himself up from bed, the curl of Cassarae’s fingers still firmly wrapped around his balls and member as though she didn’t want him to go anywhere.

But she wasn’t exactly conscious right now. In fact, she was sleeping so soundly he doubted the end of the world would have changed much of anything about it. She might highly well remain asleep for the next several days.

After a long while, he managed to slowly pry her hand away and stand to his feet. Once he showered, he stepped outside in a single sky blue pair of shorts, a white t-shirt, and a brown pair of loafers.

When he made his way to the kitchen, the first thing that hit him were the smells, and then he saw his mother. His father sat at the table along with his father-in-law, Paul.

Both men looked toward him at the same time and nodded. But they didn’t say much else, content to let the topic rest.

His mother Isolde, however, was a different matter entirely. The moment she heard her son, she rushed over after wiping her hands, cupping Sylas’ face as though trying to find what disease might be harming him.

“Are you okay?” Isolde asked. “No, don’t answer that. It’s a silly question. Come and eat.”

Isolde seemed a bit flustered.

Honestly, in all her intelligence, she wasn’t used to consoling her children. She had no idea how to do that.

Sylas wasn’t exactly the crying sort of child. In fact, she couldn’t remember him ever doing so after he had left diapers. About a month or so before he started talking, it was like he had become a little adult.

As for Elara, she was just as odd. It was like the moment she became a little adult, she decided to turn all that intelligence toward being mischievous.

This had ironically made her job as a parent far more complicated and far easier at the same time. But the skills she had built up to deal with the complexities didn’t work in normal situations.

So, she brought Sylas to a plate of food and he ate. Everyone acted as though the skies weren’t suddenly connected to an organization that should have been countless times more powerful than Earth.

It was a forgotten detail in all the nonsense they were facing.

Sylas didn’t have to be asked twice. He ate in silence, the weight of the food feeling a little less now than before, but quite exceptional nonetheless.

He never thought that the best food he would receive would come from Earth of all places. The work that his mom, Szorn, and Geraldene had been putting in was quite exceptional.

After he finished, he wiped his mouth.

“Thank you, mother.” Sylas said with a nod.

Isolde took his plate and rubbed his hair, her smile a bit forced.

Elara came bounding down the stairs at that moment, leaping up as Isolde pulled away. She landed on Sylas’ shoulders without the slightest scruple, facing forward with him and wrapping her legs around his neck as though she wanted to choke him out.

Sylas shook his head, grabbing a leg with a hand and prying her free so easily Elara’s strains felt more fake than

true.

“How has it been?” Sylas asked.

Elara grinned. “I cleared a lot of dungeons. I’m very strong, you know.”

“You don’t feel strong.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re making me stay at Level 0.”

“Your Rune Mastery doesn’t seem to have improved. You’re slacking.”

“Forgive me for being such a good little sister I don’t want to accidentally surpass my big brother. Where would you put your face, then?”

A slight smile tugged at Sylas’ lip and he shook his head, standing to his feet. Luckily, the ceiling was quite tall so Elara’s head was still a decent distance from it.

He stepped out to the backyard and with a raise of his finger, she was plucked off his shoulders with telekinesis and chucked off.

Elara flipped through the air before deftly landing on her feet and pouting.

Honestly, Sylas really was a bit confused. Elara wasn’t the type to be lazy about things that she was invested in. Other things, sure. But he knew that she had been very excited about the clone he gave her.

So why was it that she hadn’t improved as much as he mused?

Someone else might tell him that it really hadn’t been that long. Had it even been more than a month or so since the last time he had been on Earth? It wasn’t much time at all.

Not everyone could improve as fast as he could. It was logical that she hadn’t moved much.

But Sylas didn’t believe that his sister was so incompetent, no matter what face she put on. There was definitely something else going on, and the fact he hadn’t figured it out instantly left him intrigued.

Elara put a hand on her hip, clearly unamused by her brother. And then she suddenly moved.

In an instant, she appeared in front of Sylas and struck out with a fist.

“Oh?” Sylas’ gaze flickered and he raised a palm to block.

BANG.

The air snapped as though a small explosion had echoed between them. Sylas’ feet didn’t move. However… His hand moved back.

His eyes narrowed. No level zero of the Mortal Realm should be capable of making him do that.

Cassarae might be a small exception, but she had also been granted a special legacy even he hadn’t figured out yet. As far as he could tell, Elara didn’t have such a thing.

Sylas looked down at his palm as Elara skipped backward, crying out in pain and whipping her wrist about as though that would help things.

“Dammit! That hurt!”

Sylas looked up from his palm and toward his little sister.

“This is the clone bot, isn’t it?”

Elara suddenly stopped moving and then coughed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking-.”

Chi.

A blade of space cut Elara’s cheek, but instead of blood, a mechanical face was revealed beneath.

Elara had swapped her main body and the clone. Her Rune Mastery had actually reached the level of being able to perfectly replicate flesh, and because Sylas had been the one who perfectly formed the rest of the body, he hadn’t noticed the difference immediately because his methods were flawless.

Sylas’ gaze became stern.