Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1220

Chapter 1220: Plump Rouge

Ansla’s uncle’s meaty hand immediately trembled when he heard the words. They were so simple, and seemingly said so very casually, and yet the weight of them was so very sinister.

It was the sort of accusation that might not have been levied at all in most situations—the sort of thing the host might look the other way for...

Until someone pointed it out.

In an instant, the blood had already drained from his face, and in an instant later, he lost his head.

Sylas felt very clearly where the power came from—a surging might from one of the shortest curved tables, but one that took center stage nonetheless.

There were only five people at the table. Draped in cloaks, only their irises, glowing in the darkness, were visible. Well, other than the longer, pale hand that stretched from the sleeves of one.

It was a hand that could only be described as beautiful. It was ashy pale, but it had a certain glimmer to it that caught one’s attention—almost as though beneath a real layer of flesh, there was a crystalline mesh that formed their bones, radiating out a reflective light.

It was the sort of hand graceful enough to be a woman’s, but radiating enough power to be a man’s. As for which it was, it was impossible to tell with a single glance alone.

However, it did radiate something that caught Sylas’ attention—something that reminded him of his \[Chaotic Menace] Gene Skill, a skill that he was only growing more fond of as he tested out its limits and powers.

An even harsher silence fell over everything. The only sound was just the slightest shifting in clothing from none other than Sylas raising his hand.

The blood that would have spurted out, ruining the dining table, was caught by him once again, and a familiar scene played out.

Neat and tidy, a second Demon was filleted and chopped to pieces, laid out on the table as though it was only the most natural thing to do in the world.

"It seems you’ve found an interesting one," Ansla’s father said slowly. "His tastes are a bit heavy, though."

Ansla blinked innocently. "Father, are you calling your daughter ugly?"

She played every part of the innocent little girl, but the calmness in her demeanor—the elegance to it—made it so the façade could never truly take full root.

Ansla’s father, Elevatein Avadavonic, knew that his daughter was purposely misunderstanding him, but he also didn’t seem to care enough to correct her. If Ansla wanted to protect Sylas, then so be it. At the very least, Sylas had proven himself capable of protecting himself as well.

The problem was that Sylas’ actions, while they seemed to only be provocative to their gang, weren’t exactly that. It would only take a little nudge for something quite terrible to happen to him.

If Sylas thought that the hands of those people were so easy to make use of, he had another thing coming entirely.

Sylas, though, didn’t seem to care.

The festivities continued even with their late arrival, and Sylas only continued his provocation. There was perfectly "acceptable" food available, but he directly began to eat away at the two corpses he had prepared himself.

Every one of his movements was refined and unhurried. Yet, he devoured them with a shocking amount of speed. freewebnoveℓ.com

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