Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1419

Sylas appeared in the ship to find that no one was there waiting for him. Well, there were still the same three people on the ship, but when it came to those that were actually present and waiting, that number was zero.

Brama was likely tinkering with his new projects, Alex was either bugging him or watching in hopes of picking up something from his legacy, while Jala was probably doing the same thing he always did when Sylas and Alex weren't there to order him around.

Training.

As much of a mopey fool Jala seemed to be, Sylas had noticed that the man did nothing but work when he had the chance.

Before he was under lockdown by Alex, and by extension Sylas, Jala couldn't go off and gather resources on his own, so he had taken a different approach to training.

Sylas waved a hand and a video feed was fed to him through his status screen. He found a room where Jala was beading with sweat, drilling the same Skill over and over again.

This was about the same he could expect from Jala. If nothing else, the young man who had had the determination to tell The Professors to go fuck themselves still had his heart—and his balls, for that matter.

The trouble was that that same stubbornness that had allowed him to do that—and ironically benefit Sylas in the end—was the exact same reason he was still so stubborn now.

There was nothing he wanted to do more than break free of Alex and get revenge. But things weren't so easy, and he wasn't nearly talented enough either.

Sometimes, Sylas wondered what he would do if he was in Jala's position. But he didn't really need to think about it, because he had once been in a similar situation, and there was no telling if he wouldn't be in such a similar situation in the future once more.

Back when he first ended up in the Grimblade family compound, he didn't even consider himself a Grimblade. The only reason he embraced the name now was because he was the Grimblades. He was their Patriarch, their head, the core of what they were.

To him, it had never been about the Brown family name. He didn't care what his last name was. He just didn't want someone else to dictate who he was just because.

Even so, he also wasn't the sort to just lash out like Jala did.

When the time wasn't right, and he was too weak, he followed the rules of the Grimblades and did as he was told.

In truth, the only reason he ever clashed with the Grimblades in the first place was because he had too little information. If not for the fact the Grimblades could see through his blind spots because he was too ignorant of the world around him, he could have played them to the very end without even having to shed a drop of blood.

By comparison, Jala should know far more now than Sylas ever knew back then, but he was unable to control his emotions and wore his heart too freely on his sleeve.

Sylas only had one word to evaluate him.

'Fool.'

It was harsh, especially for someone who had lost their entire family and Race the way Jala had, but Sylas also wasn't one to care about such things. He wasn't moved by sentimentality in most instances, and he had very little room for affection and caring.

If not for the fact Jala was connected to that mysterious Race of Earth, Sylas would have already killed such a ticking time bomb.

But… then there was Alex, who was far more dangerous than Jala could ever be.

Now this was a man who truly knew how to hide his emotions. He did it differently than Sylas did, wearing that smile on his face and grinning everywhere he went, but the function was much the same.

His improvement was even faster than Jala's was. He soaked up everything he could from Brama like a sponge, and he happily used Sylas' resources when he got the chance.

Of course, his stats had still yet to even break triple digits, but his improvement was better than 50% in these last few months, while Jala, despite seemingly working far harder, was inferior in every sense of the word.

The both of them were having the same thought. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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