Genetic Ascension

Chapter 896  Kill Him [Top Five in Golden Tickets Bonus Chapter]

ʼThe First Summoning and the Seventh…ʼ Sylas thought in silence as he listened to Archibald. ʼ… If we learn everything about these two, weʼll probably have the full picture of everything. But thereʼs another curious transition as well. That should be the Third Summoning…ʼ

According to Nosphaleen, the Clypsians should have gotten a second chance like many of the other Races did, but their time was somehow cut short by the Dogons.

In the past, Sylas had taken almost everything Nosphaleen said with a grain of salt. That was because she was not only an emotional party, but she was also highly biased. This was her own Race they were talking about, after all.

But time bore out that she was correct. The Dogons really were traitors and couldnʼt have been more in bed with Aki if they tried.

While this wasnʼt enough for Sylas to take everything Nosphaleen had said as 100% fact, the truth of the transition between the Second and Third Summoning was probably close enough to what she had said.

Plus, now that she was well and truly his Contract, he could feel out the difference a little easier.

He could easily tell when his Contracts were lying. The main issue was that Nosphaleen had been indoctrinated since she was young. She might very well believe that she was telling the truth, but that didnʼt mean that she was.

What curiously stood out to Sylas was the difference in the array of methods.

The transition from the Second to Third Summoning introduced a Race maybe more powerful than any Earth had ever seen. Sylas didnʼt know that for sure, but what he did know was that the Dogons posed a greater challenge for him than any Clypsians he had ever faced—by far.

But for the transition from the Sixth to Seventh Summoning, they seemed to have pushed forward a weaker Race. At the very least, thatʼs what Archibald seemed to be implying with his introduction of the Great Apes.

He couldnʼt help but wonder why there was a difference. What unique situations triggered those choices? And if the Dogons were so powerful, and also the perfect pawns, then why did they only get two Summonings…

Technically speaking, although not in their truest form, their Human Race got three of them—one as Great Apes, and two as Humans…

Thoughts, possibilities, and deductions swirled about in Sylasʼ mind, but he eventually hit the same brick walls that Archibald had.

There wasnʼt enough information. Only enough existed to speculate. Even his mind was incapable of leaping to the proper conclusion through all of this mess.

”What do you plan to do with these people?” Sylas eventually asked after organizing his thoughts.

”I do not know. You speak of a World War… these people are too important to get rid of in such an event. The Celestial Republicʼs Emperor and his Clypsian allies should surely be released, but the Eurpeia Emperor is too controlling, conniving, and cruel. If we release him, itʼs bound to cause trouble.”

”Then just kill him.”

Archibaldʼs lip twitched, but Sylas was already walking away.

”Kill those that are untrustworthy. Let those that you feel can be used or trusted live. If the Eurpeia Emperor is dead, it will make it more convenient for me to go and check on something.”

Sylasʼ thoughts were, of course, about the odd Dungeon the Twin Moon Healers had entered. Eurpeia was where they had escaped from, and it was the Eurpeia Emperor that chased them down.

”Things arenʼt that simple!” Archibald called after Sylas. ”If we kill the Emperor, then the people under him will fall into chaos. Controlling one madman is easier than trying to cull an entire nation!”

”Kill him,” Sylas said simply once again. Then he vanished.

His mind was still on the map swirling in his thoughts. How had he not found the place it corresponded to yet?

Maybe the answer was in Eurpeia.

Now he just had to figure out a way to get there within three days.

Archibald watched Sylas leave with an exasperated expression on his face. He knew Sylas wasnʼt a man with such simple, straightforward thoughts, and he knew that Sylas was probably right about just killing the Eurpeia Emperor, but…

A sigh came from his lips.

Maybe it was because he had watched Earth struggle so much to get here… killing a talent like the Eurpeia Emperor just like that… it left a bad taste in his mouth.

But if he didnʼt kill him now, Sylas would almost certainly end up killing him in the future. Even worse, it might end up causing problems for the greater good.

Archibald hesitated again and again, unable to make a decision.

**

Sylas left the region, climbing up through the floors of the Dungeon. His Space Progenitor Flame Ability could see through the nodes, and it felt almost like he was strolling in his own backyard as he slipped through the levels he should have gone through.

He had left the decision to Archibald for a reason. And honestly speaking… he didnʼt care whether Archibald chose to kill him or not, even though he thought the correct answer was obvious.

Did it matter much? If he stepped out of line, he would die just the same.

Something told Sylas that E-Grades wouldnʼt be able to participate in this coming war, which meant that the leaders on Earth would come from the F-Grades…

And he didnʼt plan on allowing anyone to lead but Cassarae.

On the surface, this would be a clash between worlds. But if Earth didnʼt line up beneath one figurehead, they would lose the war before even a battle began.

It just so turned out that if Archibald didnʼt kill the Eurpeia Emperor, idiots like him were exactly the sort of examples Sylas would need.

…

In a flash, Sylas had returned to Castle Main. He saw the remains of battles scattered and littered around. As expected, the Dynamic Field Dungeon had yet to be cleared at all. They, and everyone else, were still struggling for their lives.

None of them seemed aware that he had just saved Earth from a grave fate.

He spotted Cassarae, beaten and worn, covered in blood that he could tell wasnʼt her own. She couldnʼt even react before he landed in front of her, a raptor dinosaur beast she had been fighting shattering to pieces.

He swept her into his arms, kissing her deeply.