Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1501

The first thing he realized was that this person was almost certainly the second Primus imperium. The problem with that was that Sylas recognized this person. He was under his charge, a supposed member of the Milky Way Horizon.

This person had already lost to him. How could he be a Primus Imperium after giving up? One might say that this was because he was completely confident in Sylas' loss should he accept the challenge, but it had to be remembered how vindictive the system was. Not only did it not allow you to intentionally avoid a challenge, it also didn't allow you to escape one right in front of you even if your intention wasn't to avoid.

This meant one of two things, both of which led to the same exact deduction.

Madness Disciple.

Sylas looked down at his Madness Key. It was supposed to tell him when a Madness Disciple was close by—that was the very first thing he had learned about it. So why hadn't it alerted him this time?

Unless... it would only point out nearby Gluttony Disciples?

This would make sense. After all, he was technically in competition with every other Gluttony Disciple in existence for the spot of True Disciple. It would make sense for the Madness Key to pit them against him.

Even so, that didn't explain how they had managed to avoid the ire of the system.

It was either that this person's Scorned Wraps had evolved so far that their ability to manipulate the system was beyond Sylas' understanding, or... “Their Seed.

Sylas' gaze flashed with his final realization.

True Sloth Disciple.

He was certain. He had never met one before, and he had no idea what they should feel like, but he trusted his own deductions.

The only type of existence that could have their intent tied so well with their laziness— and be rewarded instead of punished for their laziness—was the Sloth Disciple.

There was no other potential answer.

And it was then Sylas felt the waves of fatigue slamming against his Will. They nibbled away at the edges, gnawing at him as though they wanted him to pass out right there. They whispered into his ears, asking him why he was trying so hard, why he had to push himself so far, why he didn't just take a rest after so long.

How long had he spent, jumping from one dangerous situation to the next? When was the last time he had a break that didn't involve burning his brain to the ground in some vain attempt to comprehend and grasp more?

Did he even know how to relax? Why didn't he?

"Pathetic."

The words came from Sylas' mouth, his gaze unmoved.

His assessment wasn't for himself, but rather for the Sloth. It was the one Seed he had always felt the absolute furthest from. He could barely sense it at all, so much so that he couldn't even recognize the aura when it was right in front of him.

If not for his deductions, he wouldn't even know who this person was.

Maybe in this entire world, there was no existence more antithetical to himself than this man standing across from him.

The cloaked man yawned.

Even now, Sylas couldn't see his face, but the movement of his head revealed a flashing set of teeth. They were mostly healthy... except for the bits of greens and meat lodged in a few of their crevices. One could imagine that if not for how perfect this man's Genes were, they would certainly be rotting and more than a little yellowed by now.

However, there was one thing he did know for certain, and that was that he had no intention of leaving this place. The most update n0vels are published on novel-fire.ɴet

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