Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1939: Die

Just as Sylas was about to step out of his Hibernation realm, his gaze flickered and landed on Gogo and the enormous cocoon he had become trapped in.

It didnʼt take long for Sylas to understand what was happening. His Vipermancy quite literally gave him a nigh omnipotent understanding of most Serpentes, and that was doubly so for his own Contract.

ʼHeʼs taken the last step on his own...ʼ

But what really intrigued Sylas was the fact that given just how fast the recovery acceleration of the Hibernation Realm was by now, the fact that Gogo still hadnʼt burst out of the cocoon was... interesting.

Granted, the speed was less so for E-tiers than it was for F-tiers. But even so...

A shadow caught Sylasʼ attention and Nosphaleen appeared before him. She looked up at him a bit curiously and then smiled.

”Will you take me out?” she asked.

Sylas was a bit taken aback by her question. Usually, Nosphaleen didnʼt ask for much of anything.

After a while, he nodded. ”Okay.”

Her smile brightened and she found her place by Sylasʼ side.

A chuckle echoed in Sylasʼ ears. ”A Mesmeryx? You are quite lucky, boy. They are very rare and Iʼve heard their women taste excellent.”

It was clear that the Hydra wasnʼt talking about meat at all. Or maybe he was.

The pervy grin was practically plastered all over Sylasʼ internal senses. And just as Sylas was about to directly ignore the Hydra, there was a shift within him.

”Oh? Whatʼs that?” the Hydra suddenly began to laugh. ”Would you look at that, would you look at that? A Lust Seed? This is quite useful to me.”

Sylasʼ steps paused and he stilled. He could feel the intent of the Hydra.

Just now, his Lust Seed had been provoked, but it wasnʼt because of himself. It was because it sensed the Lust of the Hydra itself and reacted to it as though it was Sylas.

The Hydra thought it could take advantage of this. After seeing the last few series of events, it didnʼt much like how things were going. But if it could poke and prod at these Seeds to force Sylas to react to deal with them, that could give him more leverage.

Ever since Cassarae demanded Sylas find another method of expelling the impurities in his body, Sylas hadnʼt thought of the Lust Seed much. Honestly, Sylas didnʼt think of the Gluttony Seed much either.

Their ability to improve his telekinesis was much more limited the more powerful he became. Unless he increased their strength proportionally, there was only so much they could help.

Plus, the power of Sylasʼ True Pride Seed was on a level of its own. It made them pale in comparison.

But that didnʼt mean that these Seeds werenʼt powerful deterrences. They just never bothered Sylas because his Pride was too great and suppressed them.

If they got help from the Hydra, though, that was another matter entirely.

”Are you sure?” Sylas spoke slowly as though he was speaking to no one but himself.

Nosphaleen blinked and looked at him, but quickly realized that Sylas wasnʼt speaking to her. A hint of worry flickered in her eyes. What was going on?

”Are you threatening me?” the grin of an infinite number of heads flashed in Sylasʼ mind.

”Yes.” Sylas said coldly.

The Hydra didnʼt seem to expect this response at all. It was inside of Sylasʼ body, and if it really, really wanted to, there were any number of things it could do to completely ruin Sylasʼ day—and that was a severe understatement.

Sylas seemed prepared to meet him there, though. He wasnʼt even flinching.

There was no one closer to Sylasʼ inner thoughts right now than the Hydra. While it couldnʼt exactly read Sylasʼ thoughts, Sylasʼ emotions and vague intentions were clear enough to it.

Sylas didnʼt fear it at all.

The laughter of the Hydra came out far darker this time. It had just watched Sylas do something no Mortal should ever be capable of. There were very few Gods capable of it in the first place, if any at all.

It was aware of its own holes in logical reason and memory right now, but because it was aware of it, it knew to hedge and overestimate Sylas as much as possible to cover what ground he might be missing.

It comprehended that Sylas was a great danger. If Sylas really grew to the point that he could craft a new body as good or even better than his original one, then that would be a Sylas at a level of powerful he couldnʼt even begin to control in the first place.

In that case, it was better to just kill Sylas now, then.

”It seems we canʼt come to a working agreement if, even now, you have no understanding of your place until my belly. How arrogant would you become in the future, then?”

”For a beast whoʼs lost its body, was forced to watch its grand ambition digest in the belly of another, and is now trapped in the mind of a Mortal of the Mortal Realm, your stupidity still somehow astounds me.”

The Hydraʼs laughter only became more uproarious.

”Youʼve only survived this long with me in your mind because Iʼve allowed it. I restrained my aura, and yet the slightest leak of it shattered everything you were. My voice alone broke you.

”You think that because youʼve managed to form a Demi-God level mind that you are now immune to me? You think that because you created a small little F-tier, mal-formed representation of what a true Hydra is that you could possibly stand on my equal footing?

”You, human, truly know how to overestimate yourself. I would rather die here than allow you to pretend any longer that you can speak to me in such a way.

”But instead of that, I think Iʼll take the body of a Basilisk instead and lead it to greater heights.

”In the meantime... Die.”

The Hydra stopped restraining its aura and it growled.

Sylasʼ lips only had the chance to part slightly in what looked like a reply before his head exploded.

His corpse swayed and he leisurely fell back.