Genetic Ascension

Chapter 834 Arrogant

Chapter 834 Arrogant

Sylas' eyes opened to a familiar world. Though, there was a distinct lack of a floating eye this time.

That much, at least, was by design.

Truthfully, Sylas should use Szorn more than he did, especially after he learned just how useful it could be. But he still had some reservations about this world and what all of this was about.

He wasn't naive. In fact, he was the furthest thing from it.

The question of how this Scorpion Warlord had even managed to infiltrate Earth in the first place, and why they were here, loomed over him.

That was the elephant in the room, and it was also the reason why Sylas wasn't too eager to use the badge burning a hole in his Madness Key.

However... the response of Arcane Madness made Sylas far more open to accepting this possibility.

For some reason, he found himself trusting Arcane Madness. He wasn't the type of person to feel that way so easily, but he also believed that he had a very good grasp of people.

Well... it also helped that he had a Legendary Path Profession at his beck and call that could intimately feel every aspect of Arcane Madness' thoughts. Surely, that played a role.

The reason, though, was quite simple. From the way Arcane Madness spoke about this Scorpion Warlord lineage, Sylas could feel its... dismissal.

This meant one very important thing.

The potential within Sylas right now was beyond what Gralith could likely imagine. In that case, even if there was danger to be had, there was also a good chance he'd outgrow it in due time.

In such a case, given how pressing the current situation was, it was only natural that he take this risk. @@@@

"An interesting question," Gralith replied, not missing a beat despite the suddenness of the question. "In some cultures, as I would assume from yours, it's quite fleeting. I believe you've asked me such a clarifying question before, no? The fact you're asking again despite your intelligence means to me that you want something different from the answer I gave you before.

"But if I tell you the truth, you would hardly believe me. So now I'm wondering why you bothered to ask this time around. A part of me believes you aren't as stable as the first time we met, but another part rejects the premise entirely. In fact, my gut tells me that you're far sturdier in yourself now than you were then."

"And what would the truth be?" Sylas asked without dealing with the fluff of the answer.

"To a master, a disciple is an adopted child."

Sylas fell into silence, looking at the man before him.

"See?" Gralith said calmly. "You don't believe me."

"Because you had no feel for my character before you made such an important decision."

"Does a parent hand-select their child?"

"No. They also don't get to decide a child's talent, either."

There was a flash in Gralith's eyes, and for the faintest moment, Sylas thought he saw the curl of his lip. It was a subtle curl that he was quite familiar with because it was one he did with Cassarae all the time, and she, along with his little sister, seemed the only two capable of detecting it.

"Well, isn't that why I said adopted? What foster parent doesn't weed through dozens of applications?"

This time, there was a flicker in Sylas' own eyes, but before he could speak, Gralith beat him to it.

"Also, I think you've underestimated me quite a bit, Sylas."

A strong wave spread out, so much so that Sylas felt as though his Will was about to collapse into a heap of ash.

"You entered this space with your Will alone. It's quite arrogant of you to believe that I don't know everything about you that I need to already."