Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 235

Sylas winced slightly, but the result was still within expectations. He had even used his other arm just in case, so the damage wasn’t bad.

Without missing a beat, he rushed through the rest of the village, splitting off a 100 Will Astral Will to make sure that he didn’t miss anything. It was overkill considering the fact his visualization now had 30 meters of range and could envelop an entire third of the village’s diameter, but he felt that it was precisely in this sort of situation that he shouldn’t let his guard down.

Just like this, he systematically wiped out the remainder of the pig demons. In fact, the chaos was so great that most didn’t even realize what was happening until it was far too late.

However, when it was finished, Sylas realized that he had put himself on his own ticking timer. Without the numbers to fight the fire, things were quickly getting out of hand.

Without the time to waste, he rushed to the center of the village and ripped his way into the City Lord’s abode. He was cautious, just in case there was a trap lying in wait. This was the one place he hadn’t scouted out fully because he was worried about the pig demon elite having more than 200 Will.

But there was luckily nothing of the sort. The heat was getting to be overbearing, so he shielded himself in a layer of Aether skin. Then, he blanketed the region and quickly found the City Stele. However, he knew what kind of commotion it would cause to conquer this city, so he didn’t start immediately, looking through everything else in the region to make sure that he hadn’t missed anything.

But in the end, the City Stele was all there was. Unlike the gnoll village, there didn’t seem to be anything special lying in wait.

Suddenly, Sylas’ head snapped in a certain direction. He walked forward and then slammed a leg down.

With a BANG! a floorboard shattered to pieces. Sylas reached down and grabbed, pulling what was down below up.

All the while, his expression continued to flicker. He had actually not managed to see this before and had almost been out of luck entirely. The only reason he had was because his senses picked up the sound of breathing that was asymmetrical to his own. The moment he locked onto it, he realized there was a hollow spot in the floor.

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[Archibald Flowning (FFF-)]

[Level: 3]

[Profession: Master Tinker (Silver)]

[Special Talent: Scrapyard (Upgradeable)]

[One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. This ability allows a Tinkerer to find the value in cast-off items and make more with less.]

[Favorability: N/A]

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Sylas’ expression flickered. This information… should have been hidden. It shouldn’t be possible, as far as he knew, to even see the Profession of someone else, let alone see the details of said Profession.

The only explanation seemed to be that this man wasn’t actually a part of the city at all. Now that Sylas thought about it, ever since he came here, he had had to deal with a lot of treasures, more than usual. Every pig demon was outfitted with crossbows, then there was the ballista that had almost taken his life. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}