Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Too Fast

Sylas closed his eyes and exhaled a breath. He had the five Intelligence Genes he needed because of General Aleen. He had only used one of the seven the General had come with. Unfortunately, General Aleen only had four Wisdom Genes, not the five he needed.

The good news was that he was fairly confident now that he could bypass his Gene Limit to directly feed his Gene Talent. But what good was that when he was missing one of the Genes he needed? 'I will just have to find a Wisdom Gene as quickly as possible.' A cold light flashed in Sylas' eyes.

He always received more Genes from humans for one reason or another, and he had a feeling that that truth would only continue to be true with these Sylphs. So long as he could kill one of them, the odds that they'd have a Wisdom Gene for him to take advantage of was very high. So long as he could get his hands on one of them, his odds of surviving would increase.

Sylas stood to his feet, dismissing the curtain of frost around him.

When he appeared again, there was, indeed, another team present. Now, there were a total of 31 people. It didn't seem to have been a long time since they appeared, because when they, too, saw that Sylas was a human, they likewise reacted with surprise, subsequently followed by hostility.

"Team leader, step forward." The gruff voice of the elder spoke out and soon four had stepped forward. One of them was, obviously, Sylas. As for the others, two were women and the last was a man.

As the team leaders of their various squads, they were likely also the few that Sylas had to be the most worried about. Since this was his last chance, he chose to take a gamble, scanning their stats directly with Madness fully activated.

All three frowned at the same time, but their mental defenses were shattered in the next instant.

[Aerwyna Galesong (???)]

[Level: 9]

[Vayu Aerovane (???)]

[Level: 9]

[Brisa Celestwind (???)] _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

[Level: 9]

All three of their gazes snapped toward Sylas at the same time, but Sylas himself had already moved his hand toward the bonfire. 'Even after going all out and using Madness boost <Master Scouting>, I can only get their Levels... But...' Sylas' gaze flashed as he checked a few more unsuspecting members.

'All of their team members share the same last names as them. Galesong... Aerovane... Celestwind... these are probably separate factions of their Race. Even if they are incredibly hostile toward me, something tells me that they're not exactly kumbaya with one another.' However, Sylas had taken very clear note of the fact they were all Level 9. That meant in the opinion of the system, the people of Earth should pass through two watersheds, both Level 10 and Level 20, before they could fight against a Sylph that had yet to be through a single one.

Sylas pulled his hand back. Out from the bonfire came a frigid token with the Roman Numeral three on it (III). If not for his Ice-Poison affinity, just touching this coin would have likely killed him.