Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2339

Sylas didn't react very fiercely to Gogo's departure, and he certainly wasn't angry.

Sometimes the most irritating part of being so new to this world was that there were things he simply couldn't see through, not because he lacked the intelligence to understand them, but because the pieces had started moving long before he even knew the board existed.

No matter how intelligent he was, there was no such thing as accounting for one hundred percent of everything, and that blind spot only grew larger when it involved someone he actually cared about, a category Gogo had entered a long time ago.

Were the Gogo he had known and the existence that had just torn open a path toward the God Realm truly one and the same? It seemed so, at least in some strange and twisted sense, and maybe that was part of why Sylas couldn't bring himself to feel much anger over it.

Gogo had never harmed him, never sabotaged him, and had never done anything Sylas could honestly call a betrayal, though the fact he had left behind half of the Fate Dragon made it seem more like he was settling the Karma between them than taking advantage of him.

Sylas had always treated the hostility of others in much the same way. If someone wanted to kill him because he stood in their way, then that was simply how the world worked, and he rarely saw any point in becoming emotional over a fact of life.

Gogo's choice felt no different, especially when his actions had left Sylas with something incredibly valuable rather than taking everything for himself and disappearing without a trace.

The remaining half of the Fate Dragon had become strangely docile, which was perhaps the greatest sign that Gogo hadn't intended to leave behind a problem for Sylas to clean up.

Sylas had come here expecting a long struggle, something that would require Sky Roaming, his Progenitor authority, and perhaps even the assistance of several of his Contracts to suppress, but instead it had practically fallen into his lap.

If Gogo had truly wanted to exploit him, there had been far more damaging ways to do it.

Sylas smiled faintly as another possibility passed through his mind. Gogo was trying to become the progenitor of a Race whose very existence rested upon Pride, and perhaps accepting Sylas' help all the way to the summit would have been the exact thing that made such an achievement meaningless to him.

Sylas could have helped him surpass Dragons, but if Gogo wanted to become the new ceiling, then lowering his head to someone else on the path there might have defeated the purpose entirely.

That thought only made Sylas' smile deepen. As far as he was concerned, Gogo would stand beside him again one day, and maybe that day would come much sooner than either of them expected. Gogo could chase Dragons, go steal wives, rebuild his Race, and try to become whatever impossible existence he wanted, because Sylas himself was aiming for something far beyond that, and when the time came, Gogo would lower his head again just like everyone else.

Sylas raised both hands and pressed his palms together before speaking a single word.

"Come."

The remaining half of the Fate Dragon moved without resistance, crossing the distance between them in a blur before slamming directly into the center of Sylas' forehead.

Pain exploded through his skull at the same instant, and a low growl rolled from his chest as his body began to change under the pressure, his frame expanding another two or three feet in height while muscle and bone shifted beneath his skin.

Horns extended from his forehead and curved outward with a weight that felt far more natural than forced, while the remaining Fate Dragon continued pouring into him without pause.

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