Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 More Fluid

Even though it was currently very limited on heavier objects, and that would likewise apply to weapons being wielded with great Strength as well as that was even worse than just a heavy weapon, that didn't mean it was useless.

Zurog regained his balance, snarling. He could still feel that heavy punch, and it had jarred him quite seriously. Behind him, his Rotten Wolves and companions were still ripping each other apart. His heart was truly bleeding.

The entire gnoll village had been wiped out by these people. He could feel a dense rage bubbling up within him.

Unbeknownst to Zurog and even Sylas, Madness had inexplicably taken hold.

Zurog roared and slashed out, his Aether spinning freely as a blade jetted out toward Sylas.

Sylas' eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting this at all.

Sudden Burst.

He rushed to the side, feeling the ache in his body after using the Gene Talent so soon after the first time. At the same time, he could feel that <Madness Control> was already running out, and he didn't feel any closer to winning this battle.

Zurog released another wild strike and Sylas felt that he was beginning to retreat too much. Even if Cassarae and the other retreated, what about the militiamen and the villagers? If his Madness enveloped them, there was no telling what could happen.

'Focus. Think.'

Even though he told himself this, he had no idea how to deal with this situation. All this time, he had been relying on fighting entertainment he had watched back on Earth to barely inform his fighting style. But nowhere in those matches would there be a weaponless man going up against a polearm like this, and definitely not a scythe of all things.

Even worse, by now he had completely lost track of the dagger that Olivia had thrown. He still knew around where it had landed, but no matter how much he looked for it in that region, he found nothing.

However, he finally found some hope to cling onto.

He realized that Zurog's attacks had become more dangerous, but he was even more focused on Sylas than he had been before. As Sylas made a subtle attempt to lead him in a different direction, the gnoll elite unhesitatingly followed.

Fatigue was beginning to take hold and <Maddened Control> was moments away from not having any Aether to draw on.

Sylas slipped past another attack and downed the Elixir that Cassarae had given him.

He suddenly felt a wild rush of Aether flood his body and his eyes widened. It was more than he could handle.

It was only an F- Elixir, so he hadn't thought much about it, but Sylas had forgotten that his Intelligence was incredibly weak.

He felt a bulge in his stomach area, but luckily it didn't feel too dangerous. He could only let the Aether leak out of him, his body clearly incapable of handling anything more than this.

'This is…'

Sylas felt something odd. It was like the reverse of <Maddened Meditation>. The Aether had nowhere to go, and so it naturally flowed out of him. But when he used <Maddened Meditation>, it was as though the opposite was created, almost as though his body was suddenly the point of low concentration it needed to come to…

A scythe's blade appeared before Sylas. With his <Madness Control> still in effect, he found it just as easy to dodge, his control over himself at a peak.

[You are deeply in tune with the Madness of your Ancestors. It helps you to focus, relax, and form a oneness with the world. Understanding yourself is a form of peace, but understanding your place in the world makes you Enlightened] _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}