Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1437

Dusk frowned. He had been able to make it into one of the twelve mostly out of luck. Because of the conflict between Sylas and his teammate, he had already been near the portal.

However, he felt like he was one of the weakest here aside from Sylas himself, and yet no one seemed eager to challenge Sylas. Was it really because there was still so much time left?

The more Dusk thought about it, the more natural it seemed.

Gaining the Champion Title now would be like putting a huge target on your back. There was no need to place such a burden on yourself so early.

But that was a problem for Dusk.

If he was the weakest Knight, and Sylas' Champion status protected him for the time being, it meant that the first person to be targeted wouldn't be Sylas… it would be him.

A cold sweat began to form on Dusk's back.

The Knight projections, he could deal with. They were powerful, but their Effectiveness was limited and their intelligence wasn't great.

These people, however…

Just as Dusk was wondering if he should take the risk and challenge Sylas first, there was a change.

Neyara slowly walked forward until she stood before Sylas.

Compared to everyone else who looked like they were ready to step onto a battlefield at any time, Sylas looked like he had just finished a long day at the office and was getting ready to unwind at a bar with an ice-cold beer.

The look would have been perfect—from the black slacks to the white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, even the casual way he placed his hands into his pockets. But there was a catch.

That being the fact his Scorned Wraps were visible and covered in bloody marks, while his hair… it was the hair of a wild man, carrying heavy curls that the wind seemed too weak to shift.

Neyara's twin golden katanas rested on her back, her eyes calm as she stood barely a meter from Sylas.

At their strength, even ten meters might as well have been nose to nose. For her to be this close, invading Sylas' personal space, it seemed obvious she wanted something more than just a chat.

"Who are you?" she asked coldly.

Sylas looked back at her, seemingly not caring to respond.

"If you'd like to not answer, that's fine too. It just means I'll have to take the risk to fight you."

Sylas still didn't respond and Neyara's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Unlike the rest of her body, her eyes were quite human, carrying normal whites. But her irises were like burning amber flames, dancing with a battle intent that was hard to describe. Her Will itself also took on this color, reminding one of the ambrosia of the gods—at least, how fairy tales would describe it.

SHIIIIIING.

Neyara unsheathed one of her golden katanas off to the side. With a twist of her wrist, it spun, leaving a thin gash across the earth beneath them, angled toward her back.

She caught the long hilt of her blade and Sylas' notification screen flashed with warnings.

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[Challenge Issued][Knight Neyara Solune is dissatisfied with your rule]

[Accept this challenge?][Yes][No]

Neyara felt an odd restriction that had been on her moments ago vanish. However, she didn't move, wariness and confusion coloring her features. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

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