Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642 Limb From Limb

Nosphaleen took a breath and closed her eyes.

[Fleeting Caress].

A line of silvery telekinesis took shape in the air, forming as though it had been massaged into being by Nosphaleen's own variation of Aetherflow, compressed into a palm, and then pressed onto Sylas' back.

The spike of pain was immediate. There was a familiar push and pull of desire and horror-the sort of addiction one knew one should kick because it was slowly killing you on the outside, and yet you still couldn't have enough of it.

Sylas felt desire more clearly than he had maybe ever in his life. He was someone who had known how to control his more basal instincts from the time he was very young, conforming with the society around him and fitting into the mold others expected of him.

But at this moment, that desire to chase after pain was too real. It was as though it was truly him seeking after it, and there was a part of him deep inside that desired it in earnest.

Maybe he was a bit of a masochist. He took pride in being able to suffer through what others couldn't. His discipline, he was starting to realize in that moment, wasn't just a function of him wanting to be better for himself, but also a measure of doing something that others couldn't measure up to.

For a long while now, Sylas had always told himself that his only measuring stick was that of himself. And in most aspects... that was true.

What he hadn't realized until now was that there were some matters that he very much did compare himself to others in. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

His pain tolerance, how much he could suffer and endure, how good he was at suppressing his basal instincts and acting how he wanted to act rather than allowing his body to dictate how he acted instead... That was something he did allow himself to compare and contrast.

Until this pain began to course through his veins, Sylas didn't register this reality for himself. And it wasn't until now that he realized just how effective this method would be because of that.

Part of him had been worried that his Will would be too strong, that even an E-tier Mesmeryx wouldn't be able to manipulate his mind to the level it needed to for this plan to work.

But now he knew that he had thought too much.

Who knew-maybe all of these thoughts, his attempts to rationalize things, were all fake. Maybe he never cared to compare himself to others even in this instance, but Nosphaleen's Gene Beast Form had made him believe it to be

So.

Whatever the truth was, right this moment, it didn't matter.

All he could feel was pain-and the desire for more of it.

Veins raged across his body, lining his forearms and jawline. His eyes turned bloodshot, his blood pumping wildly.

BADUM.

The sound of his heartbeat was practically like roaring thunder in his ears, a rampaging violence of oozing life, steaming with such heat it billowed out from his lips, his nostrils, and even his ears. It seemed barely shy of opening his pores themselves, turning the world around them into a hotbed.

As this happened, Sylas' aura seemed to teeter, pulsing between increasing and weakening, as though it couldn't decide whether it wanted to improve or regress.

Sylas exhaled a breath that sparked with emerald lightning, his neck cracking, as a halo of gold appeared around him.

The Hibernation Halo wasn't for him at all. He hadn't fused with Gogo. This was for Nosphaleen.

He needed it for one reason and one reason only.

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