Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1667 Adorable [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to trippelstabb. Mf can’t even spell, smfh. Have I used this insult before? I honestly can’t even remember, but even if I have, it deserves to be pointed out again. Pick up a damn dictionary] The voice boomed across the horizon, shaking the buildings and rupturing the earth.

The ancestors of six Clan heads opened a single eye from their own underground abodes, raising an eyebrow, shaking their heads, and then going back into a deep state of meditation.

As for the members of the Analei, they all began to scramble. Their Ancestor had awoken, and apparently she was very angry about something.

This was the worst of the Ancestors to awaken. The last time she did, half the city burned down because there wasn’t enough food to feed her. It could be said that every single chef in the surrounding 12 galaxies had all woken up with night sweats.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

A twelve-year-old child shuttled through the air at breakneck speeds. She surged forward so fast one would have thought her hair was on fire. The panic on her face could have thawed the hardest of hearts.

She couldn’t have been more adorable if she tried. Puffy cheeks, streaming tears and all.

“Grandma, I’m here! I’m here!”

It had barely been seven seconds since the old woman called, but the child was acting as though she had missed 27 calls, declining one of them by accident.

She tripped and fell onto the ground, robes far too large for her body folding up under her. She rolled forward and popped back up to her feet. Or, rather, she tried, but her feet got caught again and she face-planted, skidding to a stop only after she barely managed to touch her grandmother’s feet with her forehead.

The old woman-or maybe more accurately middle-aged woman now-looked down at her granddaughter with a raised eyebrow.

Leia scrambled up to her feet, patting away the dirt and putting on her best smile, hoping that her grandmother wouldn’t be ripping a layer of skin off her bum.

“Grandm-.”

“Why have you aged so quickly?”

Leia froze, rolling her lips over themselves. She nibbled at them, not knowing what to say. Her grandmother should have been in seclusion. She had been hoping that because of this, she wouldn’t have been aware enough of what had been happening to point this out.

“|—.”

“Think very carefully before you lie to me,” she said coldly.

Leia’s gaze immediately ping-ponged to the ground so fast the back of her neck practically gained an inch or two just from the stretch. Without another word of nonsense, she explained everything that happened.

“So you went chasing skirts across the universe and ended up wasting one of your reincarnations, and now you want to waste another one?”

Leia’s face went bright red. “But… but… he killed me, Grandma!”

“And who told you to go waste a reincarnation on the bullshit Emperor Sanctum? Maybe had you gone to the actualEmperor Sanctum, it might be fine, but you didn’t even do that. The 002 Sanctum? What were you thinking?!”

A flick of the finger came faster than Leia could stop it. Her head pinged back up, her gaze going from the ground to the skies above so fast she thought her head would fly from her neck.

“Now you come back here, and instead of letting your body naturally age up like you should, you actually go and accelerate it. If I had caught you any older, you would have wasted this life too. Do you think you have infinite chances?!”

The majority of the Analei only had two. As one of the strongest of their race, the middle-aged Ancestor herself had had seven. Her granddaughter, though, had a good chance to manage eight, and this should be her third.

But what good was any of that now? Because of her foolishness, she had completely wasted her second attempt, and now her rage had gotten to her head and she wanted to waste a third too.

Did she think reincarnations grew on trees?!

The middle-aged Ancestor herself had had seven chances, but she had only managed to make it to the pinnacle of A-tier twice. This was why her chances of reaching S-tier were so slim.

Her granddaughter had made it to A-tier in her first go, but it hadn’t been the pinnacle. However, because she started so solidly, there were good odds she would be able to surpass it again.

But she took the opportunity while her grandmother was in seclusion to do the most foolish thing imaginable.

In fact, given the old Ancestor’s character, she would have never given Sylas another chance to accept something he had already rejected. She had only gone originally to gloat.

But this time, Sylas had actually done her a favor, and giving him a chance was repaying that.

If she had spent any longer in seclusion, who knew how this granddaughter of hers would waste her life?

In fact, Sylas had just become the perfect whetstone. If anything, she hoped Sylas would grind her granddaughter’s arrogance down until there was nothing left… but whether or not that actually happened, only time would tell.

“Kneel down,” she said coldly.

Rubbing her swollen forehead, Leia obeyed with tears brimming in her eyes. She held her forehead with two small palms, her lips puckering with grievances.

The adorable appearance did nothing to faze her grandmother.

“I will be accepting your mortal enemy as a Legacy Disciple quite soon if things play out like I think.”

“What?!” Leia’s head snapped upward, but the moment she saw her grandmother’s glare, she quickly looked back down, not daring to say anything more.

“In truth, before you even met him, I offered him this position and he rejected it.”

Leia’s eyes bulged, but she still didn’t dare to look up.

“Tomorrow, he’ll be taking the exam to join. If you can kill him, feel free to try, but you’ll have to choose one of the paths I’ve already laid out for you. If you dare waste my efforts again, I will lock you in the ancestral halls for an entire lifetime.

“Try me.”

Leia’s gaze blazed with hatred. But not a single ounce of it was toward her grandmother.