Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1247  Loops

"What is it?" Sylas asked, looking at Jala. He could feel that the two had something to say, so after he finished making sure that everything was set with the Hollow Wing, he began to pay more attention to them.

"You look like shit," was Alex's first reply. "Which beauty did you piss off this time?"

Sylas didn't respond. Even if Alex had accidentally stumbled into the real reason, he had no intention of explaining all of that. He still hadn't quite decided how or if he should break the news of what happened to Cassarae or not.

Well, he in all likelihood would. But that would be a mountain to climb another day.

"Holy shit, you really did go and piss one off," Alex started laughing, clapping a hand on Sylas' shoulder. "I didn't know you had it in you. Now tell me, how's a Demoness taste?"

Sylas still didn't respond, looking to Jala for his answer. The latter still felt a hint uncomfortable, and his instinct was to look away and ignore the question. But honestly, he had been given more time to calm down and realized that there was probably little he could gain from this sort of approach.

"The world is very contained, not very large at all. But there's one side with a thicker barrier than the other—an almost golden one. I also noticed that the lowest-level existence here is Level 51, but there's also a lack of children. So it's hard to tell if they were just all spawned here with this sort of level—which would make it far more in line with a normal Dungeon—or if they grew to Level 51 after reaching the cap of this world."

Sylas listened silently. It seemed that Jala had figured out that this place was odd if he was mentioning this at all.

If it was a Dungeon, then it was only natural that the monsters they faced be of a certain caliber.

The fact Jala was mentioning it meant that he was torn between feeling like this was a Dungeon and feeling like it was its own self-contained world, which was interesting for its own reasons.

But the good news was that from his words, he seemed to have figured out where the Golden Battlefield was exactly.

"But there's something else…" Jala said slowly.

Sylas waited.

"I've noticed that there are looping patterns the Demons undergo. Your beast dove down one day for a kill and we had to loop back to begin our search again, and I noticed a Demon we had just passed by before doing the initial dive was acting oddly.

"We couldn't order your beast around, so I only got a small glimpse for a short period of time, but from what I could tell…"

Jala went on to explain the looping action of the Demon. It was very subtle in that it seemed the Demon was only going to a well of water. It was something that one would naturally have to do more than once anyway, so it was hard to peg something like that as a "loop."

What really caught Jala's attention, though, was that on the first "loop," the Demon farmer had looked up and seen them.

On the second pass-by, he not only looked just as shocked as when he had seen them the first time, but there was another oddity…

He was walking toward the well with a full bucket.

It was like he was experiencing a glitch in a game. The Demon had seen them the first time, throwing off his usual rhythm, and then because of that, whatever program he was working under broke and stopped working as logically as before.

Jala wanted to go back and see if it would happen again, but like he had said, he couldn't dictate the actions of the Hollow Wing. It was originally a very arrogant beast to begin with. If not for how many Serpentes Genes Sylas had filled it to the brim with, there would have been no controlling it in the first place.

That was also why Sylas had to be cautious about when he would upgrade it to E-Grade; otherwise, he might lose control of his own Combat Mount—and that would be more than just embarrassing, it would be deadly.

However, thanks to that experience, Jala began paying more attention to these loops. It was hard to find others when you only passed by a region a single time, but he was able to take advantage of the times the Hollow Wing dove to find others.

"Well would you look at that, my little Jala's all grown up,"

Alex laughed, taking Jala's shoulders in his other arm but being carelessly thrown away as a result.

Sylas stood in silence, his thoughts churning.

What could this mean?

If there was a loop to be found here, Jala would certainly not be the first to spot it—that would have been Sylas himself.

But Sylas had spent quite a bit of time with the Demons, yet hadn't noticed any oddly looping actions.

There was a chance that Jala was wrong, but Sylas

understood Alex a bit too. If he felt that Jala was saying something foolish, he would have said so. And Sylas had quite a bit more respect for Alex's intelligence than Jala's— mostly because he didn't know Jala, and Alex had proven himself to be quite formidable despite his antics.

Sylas, though, couldn't seem to figure it out.

"Look at that, Jala. You did something great. You actually broke Sylas' brain a bit. I don't think I've seen him like this since the Mountains of Giza."

Sylas' eyes narrowed and he suddenly looked toward Alex, whose face had become uncomfortably close. He was

grinning ear to ear, and for a moment, it was possible to mistake him as a Demon too.

It seemed that Sylas was right. Alex had figured it out.

And now, he had too.

He knew how to clear this region and get out of here.