Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1498

Sylas should have felt overwhelmed, he should have felt the need to pause, to take a rest. The amount of fluctuations his emotions were going under the influence of these walls should have ripped him completely apart. Even someone who had great emotional regulation would find themselves going insane.

But he was entirely unmoved.

Sylas' sense of self had always been extremely strong. What he wanted to do, his center of being, his own goals and aspirations had never been anything but the center of his universe.

The only thing that could shake him was when that purpose itself was shaken, when he felt like he was facing fragility of his own creation. This text is hosted at novelꜰire.net

To this point in his life, there were probably only three such points, of which he felt like he had only truly felt the full brunt of two.

The first was his near-first-time with Cassarae. They had still been in high school back then, and those events had practically been erased from his mind.

However, he had come to terms with what truly happened back then.

He had felt such a strong possession, a powerful sense of ownership over Cassarae and her body, that the part of him that followed the rules and stayed within the painted lines of society found himself disgusted.

He had been unable to regulate which of these parts were his true self, and as such, he completely shut down. Unable to understand that aspect of himself, he decided to cut it away entirely, even to the point he suppressed those memories entirely.

The next two moments, though... they weren't nearly as easy to resolve.

The first was that day in the volcano, the greatest stain in his life until the second that felt nearly as humiliating to him... His reliance on Nyssa to save him.

He still remembered that latter day like a searing brand on his skin, as though he was so weak that he had to rely on pimping himself out just to breathe another day.

And then there was that day he faced death for the first time. Not the potential of death, but true death. In that moment, he had thought that he would certainly die.

it was only because he barely managed to snap out of it enough to find a way out that he was able to bring himself out of that despair. But that day really made Sylas think... How did he want to die?

Maybe there would come a day where there was no convenient way out. Would he be like all the other so-called geniuses in the world? His eyes flickering with fear and unwillingness at the end?

How many of such experts had he killed by now? How many times had he watched that very same light flash in their eyes?

From Earth, to the Milky Way Galaxy, Sect, to Horizon... and now across Horizons...

That look was always the very same.

Was he really no different from any of them?

Would he show that face of cowardice when his intelligence no longer had any roads left for him to take?

Was that the man he wanted to be?

Was his Pride only worth as much as his wins?

The questions Sylas was asking himself sounded like a man who was descending into a spiral, but Sylas had never felt more stable in his life.

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