Chapter 161 Temperament

Chapter 161 Temperament

Sylas was getting impatient due to the lack of an answer and pushed the knife forward, causing it to draw blood.

Rojan's heart jumped and he grit his teeth.

"I am Marcus—"

"Wrong answer," Sylas pressed the knife in further. "Your name is Rojan O'Connor. This is the last time you lie to me, or else I'll pierce more than skin.

"Why are you here?"

Rojan's face paled. He hadn't even noticed when Sylas scanned him, but that was only natural. Most could only detect it when Aether was involved until their Mental was high enough. But was Sylas' Mental really so far above his own?

"I..."

"Don't tell me you came here to assault an innocent woman, because then I'll kill you not just for lying, but also because you're scum of the earth."

Rojan felt his heart constrict again. He felt a subtle hint of something pressing onto his mind and Sylas felt much larger than life in that moment.

Charisma was defined as the stat that allowed you to affect change in the world with your will alone, and right now, with Madness' boost, Sylas' Charisma was at an unfathomable 426 and his Will was at 545.

This wasn't a pressure Rojan could withstand, especially not without Aether. His mind was practically collapsing.

"I was sent here to retrieve a key to log into the supercomputer's cloud. I only saw the professor in passing and wanted to—"

"That's enough." Sylas didn't need those sort of details. "Who sent you?"

"I... I..." The hesitation on Rojan's face was clear, but Sylas' gaze seemed to be the scariest thing he had ever seen.

He took a breath.

"I was sent by Legacy."

Sylas frowned. "What is Legacy?"

Sylas nodded. If he had been randomly spawned into the middle of a tundra, would he even have survived? Most people that spawned in a frigid cold likely ended up dying; he was lucky just by virtue of the location he appeared in.

"But?" Sylas probed.

"I can only speculate, but I still think that that's only part of the reason. With those added variables came added opportunities. It would also be easier to lose control of their charges if they took this route. But now, there'll only be a trickle of Aether and portals will only appear here and there, it's much more manageable and everyone will grow at their desired pace."

"I see. How do you contact them?"

"I have a device on me that works for that."

Sylas nodded, and just when Rojan relaxed, the dagger pierced right through the back of his neck.

Rojan's eyes widened before his gaze dimmed. He really didn't expect Sylas to kill him so casually.

Sylas heard a sharp intake of breath come from inside the office. Professor Fembroise hadn't been able to hear much of the conversation; she wasn't superhuman like the two of them and the noise of the fans was much too great. But that didn't stop her from seeing the man's death.

She could only look away, hoping that Sylas wouldn't target her next.

Sylas quickly stored Rojan away in his Madness Key before blood got everywhere and walked into the office.

His mind was whirring with many thoughts...

A network of elite schools? Whether it was the private school he and Cassarae went to, or his university, both fit the bill. But he was never approached...

Why?

It might have been arrogant of him to think, but he was a pragmatic person who didn't second guess himself over such things. He was no doubt elite enough to receive an invitation.

That only left one explanation.

'Based on their talent and... temperament.'

They knew Sylas couldn't be controlled so they never bothered, much like the Browns were likely quickly finding out as well. If Sylas was correct, albeit maybe a bit arrogant, these people had known about him for a long time... and they understood his personality quite well.

Sylas knew he didn't have much time.