Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Too Early

There was something particularly eerie about Grin's gaze.

His actual face was quite delicate, almost cut, in a way. It was hard to tell if he was a grown man or a 14-year-old youth, but he had a liveliness to him that couldn't be denied.

Large hazel eyes, an almost innocent school-boy cut for his brown hair, and a peculiar sort of curiosity for everything he looked at.

However, no matter how disarming his appearance, it couldn't be denied that he was still holding a bloody knife in his hand.

"You are?" Grin broke the silence.

Morgan took a breath and steadied himself.

"The snake will be under my protection from now on."

He spoke strongly and assertively. Something about Grin made him feel as though he was having a staring contest with a wild beast. In such a situation, didn't they always say to make yourself look big?

Grin blinked and looked back at the Basilisk King as though he was feeling sad about something.

Then, he simply slipped away without a single word.

However, it was precisely because he didn't say anything that Morgan felt an eerie chill creep up his spine. This person was far too unpredictable.

He didn't know what compelled him, but he rushed to the tent flaps and peeked out, only to find that only the soldier that had escorted him here was present, while Grin was nowhere to be seen.

A deep frown marred Morgan's brows, an unsettling feeling welling up in his chest. However, he had no choice but to let it go. Even if he wanted to act... what could he do with his current strength?

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General Song sat in silence after dismissing his tacticians. For now, Quicktime Event had become a battle of attrition, and with the other leader having vanished, there was nothing to worry about for the time being.

It should be an easy victory, and the only thing he had to guard against was a potential assassination plot. That man was too much of a variable, and it was hard to tell if he had such abilities or not.

"General Song, this situation..."

General Song waved a hand to stop the speaker.

The official was a woman, meticulously dressed in military garb that looked like thick cotton. A pair of glasses adorned her face, and she pressed what looked like a clipboard to her chest, but this so-called "clipboard" radiated an odd, inexplicable air.

"No need to speak, Darla. Since he's chosen to act out, let him. If he's telling the truth, good. If not, we can't outsmart him anyway. It's best to let Grin handle it."

"You sent Grin ahead of time on purpose," Darla said more confirming than asking.

"I did no such thing," General Song replied indifferently.