Genetic Ascension - Chapter 2104 Simple?

Sylas looked up, skeptical. Things never went this easily for him.

Granted, if Arcane Madness was really interested in making his life a nightmare, it could. Arcane Madness was unfathomably strong, and despite the fact Sylas had been in the belly of an S-tier World Serpent before, it somehow felt like Arcane Madness could have treated it like a child.

The gap was impossible to measure.

But for whatever reason, Arcane Madness seemed to be quite fond of him despite the fact he enslaved Serpentes and had abandoned the Path of Gluttony. Honestly, for Sylas who prided himself in understanding most things, this was a complete anomaly to him.

He was neither kin to Arcane Madness, nor did he benefit it in any way.

‘Could it really be that simple?’

The only explanation Sylas could think of was the very same reason Arcane Madness never cared to hide its intentions. Arcane Madness’ Will spilled out so clearly you might as well have been listening to its inner thoughts when it spoke, hearing what it wanted to say and sensing what its heart reflected at the same time. Well, so long as your Will control, comprehension, and sensitivity was high enough, anyway.

It didn’t care to hide these things because it didn’t matter whether its enemy knew of them or not… it wouldn’t make a single difference. It was far too powerful.

So why was it so interested in Sylas? Simple.

Entertainment.

So long as that entertainment didn’t mess with its things, and this Hell happened to be amongst Arcane Madness’ things.

Now, whether Arcane Madness wanted more than just that, the only answer Sylas had was… maybe. But the current Sylas certainly couldn’t do a single thing for it.

A scream echoed and a violent wind whipped by. Fanelei appeared with a wild look in her eye, her fist punching at the air right in front of her as though she was already meeting a great enemy.

She had only been here for a few seconds, but she looked heavily injured. There was a huge gash out of her side that went down to her bone, revealing organs that would have been spilling out if not for the fact her rib cage was still attached… for the most part.

Her head spun toward Sylas, her eyes red with Madness. She was about to lash out when realization hit her.

Exhaling a heavy breath, she blinked in confusion. “Sylas?”

Fanelei suddenly blurred, her palm grabbed Sylas’ neck. Sylas reacted fairly quickly, his Rune Mastery flashing, but he was still holding the Genesis Forge Ore.

The ore clashed with his Rune Mastery, slowing it before he could react properly.

He sent it back into his Madness Key with a thought, his mind whirring through several thoughts and potential solutions.

BANG.

His back slammed against a wall, knocking his head into half a daze. But instead of pain, he felt a pair of lips press against his.

Sylas frowned, his vision clearing. There was a small tremor from the Virtue Lust Seed, one that he suppressed almost as instantly as it appeared.

The gaze of Arcane Madness looked especially amused, but the Serpentes Ancestor clearly had not the slightest intention of stepping in. This was what Sylas wanted, after all.

Fanelei’s tongue pressed against Sylas’ teeth with so much strength she nearly shattered them. Sylas had never personally experienced the power of a Legend, but it was clearly exceptional. If she wasn’t actively trying not to shatter his skull right now, maybe it already would be.

Fanelei reached up a hand to her collar and yanked, ripping what clothing remained on her upper body off and pressing herself against him.

“That’s enough.”

Sylas’ voice echoed, muffled. But his meaning got through just the same way Arcane Madness’ did. His Charisma shredded the Madness pulling at Fanelei apart and her gaze regained some clarity.

Her eyes widened in shock and she hurried to separate herself.

“I…”

Fanelei shook her head, pressing a palm against her forehead. She didn’t understand what happened. One moment she had felt the most fury she had in her life, but the moment she saw Sylas it was like everything flipped on a dime and all she could feel was lust, just endless swaths of it.

Literally.

She had no desire to check the state of what was under her pants right now.

She covered her mouth, trying to push the thoughts away. But when Sylas spoke just now, his teeth separated and the taste of his tongue was still in her mouth.

“Fuck me.” She muttered. She looked down at the ground, only to find her breasts swaying free and clear.

A look of mortification spread across her face.

“Well that’s no fun.” Arcane Madness spoke.

Fanelei didn’t seem to hear the words, though. More calmly than she thought possible, she brought out another set of robes and covered herself.

“Sorry.” She said, finally looking up to meet Sylas’ gaze. He was covered in blood that was clearly not her own. It wasn’t lost on Fanelei that she hadn’t just pressed her breasts up against him, but she had done so while her organs were quite literally sticking out.

There was very little sexy about that.

It was even more annoying that Sylas’ gaze didn’t have even the slightest bit of haziness to it.

She shook her head. It was her fault for letting her imagination run too wild. She was a woman who had once been married. She had had children, she had a granddaughter. She had to be better.

The Madness wouldn’t have taken root so easily if that wasn’t something she had wanted to do, and to a child a fraction her age at that. Mortification wasn’t a strong enough word.

“It’s not your fault.” Sylas said calmly. “Now, we should return.”

He noticed the Madness Key around Fanelei’s neck. There should only be one step left.

“Yes…” Fanelei said calmly. “But how?”

She couldn’t sense any exit from here.

Sylas looked up to Arcane Madness whose amusement was quite potent by this point.

The question Sylas asked had nothing to do with leaving, though.

“What do you know about Wrath and the Rat?”