Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1569

Cassarae looked at him, and she reached toward her back. Her sword seemed to always follow her like it was an obedient little soldier to her status as a general. Its blade shimmered with red, a blue aura hanging around it. Together, it made it look as though it was oozing a malevolent aura.

Whatever this Path of the Executioner was, it definitely had its own secrets, and those secrets were inextricably linked to the disciples of Madness, that Sylas was sure of.

'This isn't a planet.'

Demonic Will.

"Call the Demons you control here," Sylas said indifferently.

Around the castle were watchtowers that so seamlessly blended into the peaks that, without a keen eye, they could be easily missed.

A shadowy figure sat on a throne that had a backrest at least ten meters tall, reaching toward a somber skylight of red and violet above. And yet, this figure's back covered more than fifty percent of its height, completely drowning out its width.

So why did Moose feel his wrist almost snap on impact—an impact that never even made it to Sylas but was instead entirely absorbed by his Morphic Silver Bearings? Sylas didn't even look at him more than out of the corner of his eyes.

Sylas raised a finger and pressed down.

"This is going to get dangerous. You should go back," Sylas said.

BOOM.

To his credit, it was probably smart to at least try. He was no longer suppressed in this world, whether by Sylas' Progenitor status or Real World Aether.

By comparison, Sylas didn't have Demonic Aether, and without his Progenitor status, it was likely that the contract with the woman would be broken and he would be heavily suppressed by the Demon World.

Slowly, he stood.

Sylas ignored the screen and the notifications. So long as that crimson eye didn't appear, he would be all right. He had dealt with Demerits before; he could certainly do it again.

Wings flared from Cassarae's back, and Sylas could only leave the matter be. Without the Legendary Treasure Set, he definitely wouldn't let her go. But who asked him to be a busybody and get her something so exaggerated?

[You have suffered a Demerit]

[Minotaur King (???)]

[You have suffered a Demerit]

BOOM.

Cassarae landed on the ground before he did despite jumping later, and far less gracefully at that.

Clearer skies, a more beautiful world.

'Is Demonic Will a prerequisite of entering the Demon World?'

Whether it was Cassarae's necklace or her path, they felt so eerily similar to that of a Madness Disciple. But she didn't seem to have the aura of a beast, nor did it precisely map onto Sylas' Madness Path one-to-one.

Somehow, it felt more majestic than even the mountains it sat on.

Horns grew from its head, a snout billowing with steam hanging with its maw. By its side, a bronzed, double-headed battle axe stood tall, its polearm so thick that it balanced perfectly on its butt end.

[Warning. Anomaly Detected]

"Hm?"

The weapon's blade dripped with fresh blood that trickled down the wide steps beneath the throne, the brain matter of the poor servant who had just brought news of the Demon Portal's closure sprayed all over it as well.

Sylas stood in silence for a full three seconds, a time span that might as well have been months to a normal human's thinking speed. And then he asked the Pride Madness Key a question.

—

"A madman. A true madman."

[Level: 121]

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