Genetic Ascension-Chapter 1568 Create [2000 GT Bonus]

It was just that that didn't matter at all.

Moose was thought to be a fool before the Summoning because his intelligence was too great for his body to sustain.

Sylas didn't seem surprised by this. Instead, he waved a hand, and Moose shot up from the ground, the latter's neck landing in the palm of his hand.

Aki—he was a necromancer of sorts, controlling Rotten beasts with zero Will, an oddity Sylas still didn't understand.

"First, tell me what parameters your people have to weather traitors."

Sylas' True Pride Seed pulsed with life, veins of gold racing across his body. It looked like he was quickly becoming a deity.

Then he accepted.

Then he looked at Moose.

She couldn't understand how Sylas could do something like this.

Cassarae knew exactly what he meant, but she would rather be buried six feet deep than admit it.

It was almost amusing the way it always ended the same.

"Okay."

"If things continue like this, she'll end up dead pretty soon, so you won't have to worry about that."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Cassarae cleared her throat. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You can have what you want after we finish here."

"You…"

One piece after another clicked into place.

"What was your task?" Sylas asked the woman.

The way she said hubby almost made Sylas' lip twitch. That was because there was only one person who called him hubby, and there was only one person with that sort of inflection.

Sylas' eyes flashed. He came to an immediate conclusion.

This person, the people of their ilk…

An itch Sylas hadn't been able to reach finally vanished.

Sylas only patted her ass lightly in response. Then he felt it was rather comfortable, so he left his hand there.

"What do you want?"

Once again, she was completely shaken.

They were willing to go so far, pushing their bodies to the limits, precisely because they wanted to extend their existences into forever.

Demon World Portals were a shortcut to a foothold in a system territory you weren't allowed to enter. But something was wrong with this conclusion.

If there ever was a Sin of Greed, it would be this.

They had no cohesion, no sense of pride, no sense of self. It was why they swapped their body parts like they were little more than machines—slaves to what they hoped would be evolution, but which was instead a grotesque manifestation of weakness.

'Is it really easier to find a path into the Demon World and then come here in such a roundabout way?'

All he had done was observe it for a short time. Then it was gone.

The woman didn't hesitate for a moment. Sylas saw the Slave Contract form right before his eyes.

"Create Demonic Envoys, land on Earth, open up Gates to the outside."

Clearly, Cassarae was mocking him. However, Sylas knew Cassarae all too well.

'Create Demonic Envoys…'

It didn't take a genius to understand why she was reacting like this, though. Without the portal to the Demon World, her ability to obscure the sight of the system would be heavily compromised.

Somehow, Aki had had a Tiger Warlord Armor. At least that was what Sylas had thought, but he forgot something… Aki's Tiger Warlord Armor was white.

As strong as he was, Moose couldn't even budge a single inch.

"Yes."

"It's only been a day," he said.

Moose still couldn't understand what was happening. His head was buried so far into the earth by this point that even his ears were blurred to sound. But he couldn't, for the life of him, understand why a battle hadn't broken out yet or why the woman had stopped talking.

The madness of the Professors and their experiments made it seem like they were fearless of death. But the reality was that they were probably the group of people who feared death the most in the entire universe.

The woman was taken aback again. This Sylas…

The hairs that covered her breasts began to glow crimson as they reacted to the beating of her heart.

All they cared about was saving themselves.

By this point, anyone would have completely lost their cool—least of all someone whose life was on a ticking timer.

"It's simple, really. Tell me everything you know, enslave yourself to me, and I will allow it."

What he was doing was no different than if, during the Summoning, he had been able to casually close portals to the Aether Plane on a whim.

It all led back to a single word.

"Put it back the way it was," Cassarae suddenly said. "She's even uglier like this. My appetite is completely ruined."

"I do not know the whole plan. I am just a pawn."

But, by the same token, it made one also question—if they could make such a perfect face, why did they insist on making a body that was so grotesque in practically every other way?

That was when it clicked.

How could an F-tier form such a strong suppression on her Will?

He knew what was happening now. The chessboard was as clear as day, and the shadowy figure once so foreign and unapproachable to him—that mysterious person of the Purvon Clan—had exposed their tail.

Not only did he sever her connection to the Demon World, but he had also stopped the army swarming out from growing any larger.

"You want to survive?" Sylas asked.

He could guess what she was thinking. A Contract, even through the system, required the superior party to have superior Will. Sylas didn't know what strength this woman held, but she certainly was no F-tier or E-tier. She probably wasn't a D-tier either.

It shouldn't have been.

She wasn't the sort of enemy he could even fathom battling right now.

And then he understood.

'Rotten Creatures… Moose's learning disability… the Purvon… The Beast Warlord Sanctum…'

That easy? He hadn't expected this woman to be so cowardly. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The sultry voice of the woman finally spoke again, and the words left Moose so stunned he stopped moving entirely, his body ironically relaxing for the first time since Sylas appeared.

Nyssa.

Will.

They didn't have to go into the Demon World first. The Demonic Envoys were their path to the Demon World.

"Oh my, is this you flirting with me? Can I just sic you on my enemies now, hubby?"

But until now… the first Professor had died at the hands of his own schemes, and this second one seemed to be on the same trajectory.

If Sylas was correct, she was at worst a C-tier and very likely even stronger than that.

Sylas looked over toward her again, raising an eyebrow.

Sylas' brow furrowed. He felt like he was missing something.

The woman's body shook from head to toe, a flash of emerald-gold lining her eyes.

Sylas' pupils suddenly constricted into pinholes, his Will flaring like a solar flare off an emerald giant.