Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 246

Sylas didn’t move and focused on that region. This experience of having to enter Cassarae’s childhood home and risk himself taught him that there was definitely much more he needed to learn about controlling his visualization. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to try it.

"… Can’t give this up without doing anything!"

"Calm down. There are some extremely powerful animals on the other side of that gate. If we’re too casual about it, we can die. The organization isn’t going to allow that sort of thing. Our top priority is—."

The man stopped talking, shaking his head. He couldn’t say something like that out loud no matter how safe the situation seemed.

"Let’s finish putting up the defensive perimeter and call it a day."

The group moved, carrying battering rams with them. They stood before a house, aimed it toward a corner of its foundation, and then rammed it forward.

Sylas’ expression flickered. The entire house crumbled as though they had set up an on-site detonation.

’How is that possible?’

He had seen a lot of stuff in this world already. But much like he had said earlier, he had yet to see anything capable of this level of destruction. Was the battering ram they carried really so powerful? Or was there something that he was missing?

If such power hit him, he wouldn’t even have a corpse left.

The only saving grace was that all four of them had to use it together, they had to synchronize their movements, and it was laborious to move from place to place. They often took breaks in between, and considering what Sylas assumed about their stats, that battering ram had to be at least 500 pounds or more for the four of them to struggle like this.

What he was most disappointed in was their caution. After the first near slip up, they hadn’t said anything else interesting. But they were coming closer.

’They’ll be knocking down this house after this one. I don’t have much time…’

Sylas stopped hesitating and entered Cassarae’s room. He didn’t stalk around; he had too much pride for that. Instead, he focused completely on finding the clues he needed.

Whether subconsciously or not, he had avoided news about Cassarae. He had no idea what she was doing in her life, and he was the last type of person to have social media so he didn’t keep tabs on her there either.

But, he had been in her room before, and it seemed that nothing much had changed. The only difference was that instead of metal rock boy bands being copied and pasted into every corner, she had toned down a bit.

The room was quite elegant and clean, though definitely more so thanks to Cassarae’s mother than her, that was for sure. Unless Cassarae had changed, he bet whichever room she lived in now had a pile of used underwear in one corner at the very least.

One might expect this pile of underwear to at least be girlish, but nope. The last time Sylas had been here there had been ten boxer briefs for every one set of panties.