Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Extricate (1)

The Basilisk King wasn't even one of their extinct creatures; it was a BOSS born in a Dungeon. It was probably most accurately called an alien.

"That's enough for today," Sylas said, standing up.

"That's it?" The professor blinked in surprise. It had barely been over ten minutes.

"There are people supervising me, and I can't be away for long without explanation. Plus, I've already gotten exactly what I need. This program can't analyze anymore. I didn't have many expectations to begin with."

Professor Fembroise's gaze flickered, but she nodded slowly.

"And my situation? What are we going to do about that?"

"First and foremost: stay home."

Her eyes widened.

"But—"

"Give me your address, and I will come tomorrow to give you something that can protect your family for the time being. It will also help us to communicate. I don't know much about Lone Star, but I remember that you live near the university, right?"

"Sylas, I—"

"I get it," Sylas nodded. "The last place you want to be right now is home. You've always loved your work, and it probably feels terrible realizing that everything you've built your life around is crumbling.

"I want to give you a new purpose. You're intelligent, and your use is obvious. We will need people like you to quickly find methods of bringing Earth out of the dark ages we're about to fall into.

"But right now, you are frail. Even a Level 0 of the Trial could crush you, although you've probably noticed by now that your relative Strength has increased in recent days."

The professor nodded slowly. It wasn't just her, but women across the world had noticed such a thing. It was the stat balancing of the system at work again.

"Take your leave, you have all the right in the world. Grieve. Properly."

Sylas looked into her eyes.

She let out a shuddering breath, then wrote out her address on a paper, along with a crude map outline.

"I will come to see you tomorrow around this time," Sylas said, turning away.

Soon, he had disappeared, his thoughts on one word: Extricate.

...

Sylas left the campus swiftly. The sun had already begun to set.

By now, he had been gone for around half an hour or so. It wasn't to the point of being exaggerated yet, but he knew that he was likely skating on thin ice already.

The problem he faced was the obvious: his Favorability.

He knew that it would be a problem, and unlike Lauren and Alex, he didn't know how to hide his own.

He had asked the Madness Key about it, but it seemed he would need a special Profession, or he would need someone with a special Profession to help him.