Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1392

[Bonus thanks to patticus. I still hate you all. While I was squatting over the toilet all day yesterday, my only light was thinking about pushing you all out of me] —

[Name: Zolte Kaelthar]

[Level: 64]

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[Physical: 18 372]

[Mental: 23 991]

[Will: 19 998]

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Zolte felt a jolt run through his mind, the uncomfortable feeling of someone scanning him sending a shudder down to the depths of his soul.

Crack.

A protective item on his neck shattered to pieces, crumbling to ash as it slowly fell to the ground and scattered like dust in the wind.

Sylas looked at the stats quite calmly. He was a bit surprised taht Zolt wasn't a Level 100 on the verge of reaching the D-tier. He had seemingly grown too used to facing such opponents.

Yet, still have 36 more levels of growth left before he could catch up to Gwenu, his stats were basically double that of her, or at least almost so.

The gap between the two was enormous, not to mention the fact these stats didn't account for boosts from Skills, Comprehensions, and various other Rune-related things either.

Zolte should be who the Kaelthar claimed to be among their first tier of geniuses. But, to Sylas… this was just yet another insult.

They went as far as to have Zolte join the Bat Lineage despite him not even being a member of the Lineage to begin with, but they weren't willing to sacrifice the best of the best they had in the E-tier, so they sent a Level 64 instead.

A foolish mistake.

Zolte took a half step back, his eyes blinking as he regained a sense of himself. These geniuses were so used to having their treasures block scanning for them that unlike the people of Earth, they had long forgotten what it felt like to be scanned in the first place.

The feeling of intrusion, like a slimy palm scraping along your inner organs, or a nail slicing along your heart muscles. It was enough to make a man or woman feel suffocated, as though they had been violated in the worst of ways.

"You…"

Zolte took a haggard breath, his gaze looking down toward the ashes scattered around him.

His fury took root deep within him and then billowed outward, a crack appearing in his forehead. As though holding back the depths of hell, the lids of his Skai Eye spilled forward with a crimson light that seemed to radiate out with beams of bloody red.

Sylas' body flickered and vanished in an arc of emerald lightning, stepping out of the way of the beam as it cut across the ground.

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