Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1570

"Earth has quite a few secrets on it. I'm sure you believed you were special, but you're not. Whatever thoughts you have of turning this around, of changing your lot, I'd advise you forget it now. Otherwise, I will kill you. You have three seconds to make up your mind."

Cassarae frowned. "What about her?"

Cassarae scurried over, looking Moose eye to eye.

A coincidence that both one in a billion anomalies in talent happened to also both be tied to betraying Earth? Even their reasons were identical, one losing a son and another losing a mother.

He wanted Moose to come to this conclusion all on his own.

Now, he was little more than an ant.

No. They were precisely the bridges these people needed.

Sylas stood to his feet, ignoring Cassarae. As for the woman, her head moved back and forth between Sylas and the latter, seemingly shocked by the display.

Sylas looked back at her. "Did you agree to come here just to spend your time sending verbal jabs?"

"Hohohohoho, I hit the nail on the head, didn't I?" Cassarae tapped her chin lightly, seemingly in deep thought. "Let me guess, let me guess. He beat you at something at some point, didn't he? And now you want to make him your little minion to get back at him?"

"Okay." Cassarae said. "But what does this change?"

He raised his head to the skies and roared.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Cassarae asked.

Moose didn't even have much time to recover from the pain of Sylas' counter when he registered the words. There was just something about Sylas' careless disregard of his thoughts that made him looking and unfathomable in ways that only those far above his Tier had ever made Moose feel.

Just as he was about to, he paused. The notification for a contract appeared. It was no less oppressive and grueling as the woman's had been.

And that he did.

"You know why she's been under house arrest this entire time."

Cassarae raised an eyebrow. Usually, Sylas only spoke so much for a purpose. But she couldn't really see it this time. Unless… Cassarae looked toward Moose with a look of amusement on her face, and then back to Sylas.

"Okay… so two oddities. What's that got to do with anything?"

"HA!"

Sylas gave Cassarae another look and then turned back to Moose. He raised a finger, ready to strike. It had been three seconds.

"You were right. Moose did once out smart me."

Cassarae moved to Sylas' side, both of them looking out toward the carnage.

"You like him. I didn't think my best competition would be a muscley, 100 foot tall behemoth. When were you going to tell me that you swung that way? Does that mean I can hope for a threesome in my future?" Cassarae's eyes blinked rapidly, her amusement only growing with every moment.

"The system thought her to be so valuable it even overlooked the fact I used Demonic Aether, rewarding me for protecting her."

Cassarae staggered back, unwillingness in her eyes. But at this point, she knew that the time for playing around was over.

Seeing this, Cassarae only laughed harder. There were certain privileges to being husband and wife. One such thing was being privy to contracts exactly like this one. She saw it the moment it appeared.

The woman's pupils constricts into pinholes, suddenly forgetting all about her scouting out Sylas' "weaknesses".

Moose out maneuvered him because he had never known to watch out for him.

She did know Sylas better than anyone else. He was unmoved by Kael. But the moment he saw Moose, the gears in his mind started churning.

"Simple, really. They need a unique Will to create a Demonic Envoy. This is one way they've created, but I bet there's another. One related to Rotten Creatures and another related to the Beast Emperor Sanctum. Or maybe they're one in the same."

The white tiger was a sign of a legendary creature. It was the Emperor Tiger.

"It only means one thing really. Now that I know every method they have, I can not only replicate them, I can destroy them. They'll never set foot on Earth."

There was also one other thing Sylas didn't say.

They both had the same starting position. In fact, it could be said that Moose's starting position was higher. The moment he tasted his first bit of Aether, he exploded with the kind of strength that he had only ever seen in comic books before.

"That doesn't explain anything." Cassarae rolled her eyes.

Who stood a chance against he, Sylas Grimblade?

Sylas could have asked for this contract before they got to this point, before they even stepped into the Demon World, but he didn't.

"Do it." Sylas said indifferently.

Moose seemed to know better than to indulge Cassarae, not to mention the fact he had no idea what she was talking about. How could he have the insight to Sylas' personality that she did?

Where had Sylas met the man capable of changing his own name? Wasn't it the very group Professor Fembroise had joined in hopes of betraying Earth back then?

But Sylas did.

The armor had been tampered with. Changed and weakened, experimented with and shifted in hopes of creating something new.