Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2274

Cheri's pupils constricted. Sylas was planning to be far more aggressive than she thought he was going to be. He wasn't even going to wait, and he certainly didn't seem like he was going to be taking any chances.

Not with the lives of his parents.

This blindfolding aspect of these petty games was exactly why Sylas was so worried. Maybe if they weren't like this, Sylas could try and trust his parents. After all, they were his parents. They had raised him. He knew exactly how competent they were.

And though he wasn't intimately familiar with their strength, the fact they reached Spark Mastery with some enlightenment suggested that they had already been looking at the world around them properly.

They had all the resources they could ever want at their fingertips with him leading things. His sister had managed to somehow sneak off to the Demi-God plane on her own, so he didn't believe his parents would be truly defenseless.

But in a world like this, you only had one life. And if you had power…

It should be used.

Cheri grit her teeth so hard they nearly cracked under the pressure. Then she made a decision.

She quickly stood from where Sylas had just laid her down and hurried to his side, grabbing his arm. However, she wasn't taking action to slow him down.

On the contrary, she looked like she was going with him.

Sylas gave her a glance and Cheri looked up at him, her eyes flickering with focus.

"I will be helpful," her voice streamed into his ears. Normally, she wouldn't be so confident that her voice wouldn't be overheard even with this method. But Sylas was like a black hole. If anyone tried to listen in on their conversation, they would probably hear nothing at all.

Sylas didn't say anything, but he also didn't look convinced.

He was trying to pretend to be someone as powerful as a God. What was having a C-tier on his arm going to do for that? If anything, the fact he had chosen Cheri of all people would dampen the effects he wanted. The only reason he had taken her this far was because he didn't exactly have another choice.

Cheri's existence was what allowed him to sit in the lookout, mostly, without reproach. If he just showed up alone, it would have caused a lot more chaos, and he might not have made it to this point.

Having her wouldn't help. Unless…

Cheri's clothing shifted and changed. Soon, a new pair of robes appeared on her.

Her legs became covered in heavy plate armor as though a knight, as did her arms. Her hands, rather than being covered in gauntlets, were covered in unique gloves that had little metal shingles that flexed and moved with the joints of her fingers.

Her robes were unique, having fleeting sleeves and ending with a sway at her knees. But they had an aura to them that was half scholarly and half almost… royal.

On her chest, an emblem that Sylas was sure he had never seen and yet felt like he had seen everywhere he looked was emblazoned onto her proud chest.

Despite the fact this was the first time Sylas was seeing it… he was absolutely sure.

Yet, Sylas never certainly cared. It wasn't until now that he understood the level of weight a ranked talent of Legacy had. If even a Bronze had this much weight to them… if Cheri was truly a Gold talent, how would they have reacted had she not hidden her abilities?

Sylas walked across the skies with a slow, unbothered gait. The wind might as well have been a solid piece of land beneath his feet, his calm air intoxicating to the masses.

Sylas' senses swept out as the newbie disciples streamed out of their respective portals and onto the center arena. He didn't spot his parents at all, but he realized instantly that that was because their appearances were being shrouded and hidden.

It sounded as though they were only attacking the senses of the candidates themselves, but it seemed that that wasn't the case.

Unfortunately for them…

Sylas stepped down to the land below and appeared in front of a woman who stood tall. There was a sternness on her face that Sylas had seen too infrequently in his life. In fact, the last time he had seen it was when he had nearly killed a boy back in high school.

His mother too rarely used that face, and he didn't want her to have to. Still, it glinted like a sharp blade in the night, a part of her that wasn't just a mother, but the business woman who had helped his father build their comfortable life once.

Sylas reached a finger forward and tapped her forehead.

Chi.

The shroud over her eyes and ears shattered.