Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1209  ENEMY ONBOARD!

”ENEMY ONBOARD!” Thorny Gold roared, unsheathing—or rather, pulling—a harpoon from his back.

He stomped down once, counterbalancing the sway Sylas had forced into the fishing boat and launching it forward like a javelin.

It shot ahead even faster than what the firing units had managed to send, appearing before Sylas in a blink that nearly split his forehead in two.

However, at the last second, it curled up and into the skies, Sylasʼ telekinesis locking onto it.

No Aether protected it, and no Will. Against a projectile like that, with the new strength of Sylasʼ telekinesis, while stopping it dead in its tracks was impossible, forcing it to veer off course when Lust and Gluttony were both active was a walk in the park.

The harpoon was sent flying into the air directly, and Sylas had already closed the distance between himself and Thorny Gold.

There were a half-dozen other crew members, each one in the mid-60s in terms of level. However, they werenʼt threats.

This Thorny Gold, however… he was a true monster.

Sylas knew that his level was beyond what the other crew members could keep up with, so he had to keep him close— he had to make the battle violent and all-consuming, so much so that the weaker Demons couldnʼt interfere even if they wanted to.

His hair danced in the rain, his fist flying forward with sharp intent, right toward Thorny Goldʼs chest.

The Demon Captain had only just pulled out a second harpoon and instead chose to cross it over his chest. He loomed almost three meters tall, the thickness of his forearms larger than even Sylasʼ quads.

Every ounce of him radiated power and the scent of the sea.

”An F-Demon pup dares to fight me?!” the voice of the Demon Captain boomed.

The block of his harpoon sent pain up Sylasʼ arm and knocked him a step back—enough for Thorny Gold to sweep it out again, aiming for his throat.

But right at that moment, the harpoon Sylas had knocked into the air came back with a vengeance, descending with such speed that it caught the blue Demon off guard.

For a moment, Sylas couldnʼt believe how poor the senses of this Demon were. Could it not feel out a simple trick?

Even so, Sylas didnʼt look a gift horse in the mouth.

As the Demon Captain struggled to block the sudden strike of lightning from above, Sylas had already closed in. His leg swept out, his Scorned Wraps extending from his ankle and wrapping around the calf of the latter.

Suddenly swept off balance, Thorny Gold was forced to take the blow of the harpoon from above as he smashed into the soaked wooden deck of his fishing boat.

Block he did.

But it hardly mattered—not when Sylas seamlessly caught the spinning harpoon before it could get very far, the satisfying slap to the palm of his hands echoing even through the booming thunder in the skies above.

However, Sylas didnʼt thrust down like the captain expected.

How could this Demon know that Sylas couldnʼt use

treasures the way others could?

But that brief period of fear and bracing was exactly what Sylas needed.

He tossed the harpoon into the air again, stomping a foot down into an opening and right into the blue Demonʼs gut.

In the same instant, his telekinesis reached out toward the basket of harpoons on the Demonʼs back, and his crew members—closing in now that the two were adequately separated—found themselves fighting for their own lives.

All the air was knocked out of the Demon Captain.

Sylas realized somewhere in the middle of his combination of attacks that this Demon Captain was absolutely pathetic.

No battle experience, just raw strength. No sensory perception, no Skills, no Unique Genes.

A lamb to the slaughter.

The heel to the blue Demonʼs stomach caused him to curl up, his face presenting itself just high enough for Sylas to knee him across the face.

The crunch of cheek and jaw shattering echoed through the world, and this time, it blinded the Demon Captain just enough for a familiar harpoon spinning through the air to catch lightning.

Literally.

Sparks of emerald roared as Runes of Lightning became like rods to the storm above, one streak of flood-dragon bolt after another taking shape and pouring into the harpoon as it lanced down.

The blue Demon had only just been sent crashing to the side, its vision blurred and its mind disoriented, but it could do nothing as the harpoon ripped through its open mouth, charring it from the inside out.

PUCHI.

Sylas stood beneath the beaming rain, his chest heaving, his legs and fists shaking.

The skin of that Demon… was so tough. It hadnʼt even managed to touch him a single time, but every strike felt like he was a mere mortal again, slamming his knuckles against hard concrete.

But his lack of battle experience told a different story.

The people of Earth only knew battle because they had no choice… or, rather, the people Sylas constantly came across on Earth had been like that.

But in the outside world, the system and this sort of strength was commonplace. Societies had formed as

protective shields, and these men were just fishermen, likely under the umbrella of some fisher company waiting for them to come back with their haul for the day.

They werenʼt warriors.

Of course, Sylas wasnʼt in some moral conundrum. He didnʼt care that he had killed them. What he was really thinking about was… what if someone had those stats *and* actual battle experience. Could he still win?

This world… was dangerous. How was he going to find Megean here? And what was even the purpose of this secret realm? How were they supposed to make it out?

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Sylasʼ gaze shifted to the crewmen, some of them sporting harpoons through the guts as they fell to their knees, kowtowing to him in some sort of ritual of obedience.

”Please donʼt hurt us! We didnʼt know sir was so powerful!

Weʼre only doing the bidding of the Meritime Trading Group!”

Sylasʼ eyes narrowed. They were definitely speaking that name as though he should fear it.

At the same time, the blue one had mistaken him as a Demon —likely because he was fused with Nosphaleen.

ʼRisk it…? Or no…?ʼ