Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126 Notice

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He would be very surprised if this wasn't related to the "informant" Brant spoke about. He had questioned the latter on some things on the way here, but he hadn't been able to find out much.

All he knew was that the informant, too many people, was more likely an organization rather than just a single person. In this entire region, the large path of forest they had begun calling the Amazonian Wilds, they had their hands in many pies.

When Sylas asked why it was that they called them by the singular, Brant said it was because everyone was contacted by the same androgynous voice, spoken by the same person every single time. But they found it hard to accept that a single person could have such a wide array of knowledge, it didn't make sense.

This aside, he had already been targeted twice, and even though this wasn't a direct assault against him, it was hard for him to separate the matter entirely. This truly felt like the third time.

It couldn't be a coincidence. He didn't believe in such coincidences.

This was all to say that whether he killed all these people or not, it was likely that these attacks would still keep coming. But letting them go might lower the casualty count.

Rakk frowned when he heard Sylas' words.

Why had he come here? Obviously, it was to conquer this city. He had the warriors and the personal skill, so long as he found a city of his own, his strength would skyrocket.

Casstle Main was perfect. It had invested too much into advancement and not enough into personal strength. If he became its City Lord, it would be a melding of two strengths into a true superpower. He had paid quite a pretty penny just to get this information, but now…

This Sylas was truly a wrench in his plans.

Right now, not having a city wasn't a big deal. There were many who would probably bide their time, finding the perfect location before attempting a City Stele Quest. Very soon, the difference between those who controlled cities, or were among the top echelons of one, and those who weren't, would become akin to the haves and have-nots of this world.

He couldn't allow himself to be among the have-nots.

Should he…?

Rakk narrowed his eyes and suddenly put two and two together. Inwardly, he sneered. Clearly, Sylas was afraid of what might happen to the village during their stampede. Why not press on that weakness?

"Go." He said in a gruff voice.

The two Trolls to his back charged toward the village.

Sylas fell into silence.

The ground shook beneath their heavy steps, the roar of clanging armor and shifting Aether riding the wind and buffeting the trees.

He had experienced a lot in this world since he came. The others had experienced three months, and he had experienced just over a week. It was only recently that his Soft Gene State finally ran out.

Despite this, he hadn't really experienced many emotions. The closest he got was when he meditated on his Madness, but there was a difference between recalling memories and experiencing something first hand.