Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1551

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What would it feel like if a world took a collective breath? What about if the entire world stopped breathing at the same time?

How many times had they watched this first round play out? How many times had they seen armies of tens of thousands completely wiped out in a matter of seconds?

The population of Earth had already taken an enormous dip. Due to the Trial, they lost vast swaths of the male population. In an instant, over half the men on Earth sentenced themselves to death just by clicking [Yes].

Women were luckier in this aspect, or at least more tempered with their actions. And yet, the Earth still lost over 30% of them in what felt like a flashing instant.

In that instant, no matter what happened, no matter what changed, the Earth lost half of its population.

But the Trial... the Trial had just been the beginning.

After this, they dealt with Dungeons and Portals, with monsters flooding cities and their homes being wiped out. Over just the first few weeks of the Summoning post-Trial, Earth's population fell to less than 10% of what it had originally been.

From a population of over 10 billion people, they had less than a billion left. And of that billion, the number that had no choice but to rely on the protection of powers and governments around them was another more than 90%.

On the entire planet now, there were barely a million people-if that with stats they deemed great enough to even hope to join an army and challenge the City of Glass.

Tens of thousands of these men and women, bold warriors with FFF+ monikers, layered in treasures of all kinds that Sylas himself couldn't even wear, had come here to throw their lives away.

Maybe their strengths alone didn't mean much to Sylas, but a world with as much talent as Earth, growing toward the higher Silver Grades even right this moment, had so many resources to produce. So many special Professions and Classes, so many shocking Legendary Path treasures prepped and ready.

None of these people who made these attempts could be considered stupid. They had survived for so long in this post-apocalyptic world after their lives had been upended beneath them.

And yet... not a single one had managed to survive the first wave of attacks, let alone the First Wave itself.

Then there was Sylas.

Pressed black dress pants, a white turtleneck formed of soft fabric that tightly bound to his broad shoulders, even a pair of white loafers that almost blended into the snow beneath him.

He was the picture of a classy businessman maybe on a summer vacation to his cottage. The only thing slightly out of line about him was just how wild his hair was, dancing with a sharp sporadicness in the chilly, cold air.

He had only raised a finger, just one. He hadn't moved an inch.

And yet a notification projected to the world made them realize that what they were seeing wasn't an illusion at all.

[Wave One Cleared]

[Wave Two]

[Commencing in 00:00:59]

"Ha..." Kaelion exhaled out what was almost a laugh. He couldn't believe it. "Where the hell did this monster come from?" Follow current novels on novel_fіre.net

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