Chapter 317: How Much Worse?

Chapter 317: How Much Worse?



"That insufferable! Limp dicked! Peewee brained!..."

Sylas watched all this in silence, not interrupting at all. That would just turn the fury onto him. He liked his peace when he could get it. He had no intention of interfering at all.

"... His suit pants are wound up so tight you'd think he was wearing a thong! ..."

Sylas nodded, pulling out his water bottle treasure and taking a nice swig as he listened.

"... Not the slightest hint of a print! He's got a pussy down there and I bet his ass shaves it too!

...

Sylas reclined, pulling out a piece of meat as he continued to listen. His stomach was already rumbling despite the fact that he had eaten just half an hour ago at most.

It seemed like when he wasn't feeding his body properly, things were all fine. But the moment he started taking his nutrition more seriously, his body wanted more and more.

"... God, he's such a bitch! You know he wears colored contact lenses?! What the fuck kind of grown ass man does that?! It's months after the damned apocalypse and he still has them in stock! How many did he fucking buy?!..."

Sylas continued to nod. It took a full ten minutes for Cassarae to finish her dressing down of this professor. The funniest part about it was that she had probably only met this man once or twice before, yet she had enough material for all of this.

Eventually, she just stood there, huffing and puffing. Sylas was convinced these were the first breaths she had taken in the last several minutes.

Clearing his throat, he spoke. "Okay, so what actually happened this time?"

"Fuck you," she said with a huff of breath. "He wanted to start an absolutely idiotic plan. No, saying that isn't enough, it was practically genocidal.

"There was news that the underwater portal would appear-"

"What?"

Sylas sat up completely, the amusement in his eyes vanishing.

Was it a coincidence?

"Stop dragging me along here, what are you thinking?" Cassarae asked.

"This Professor Broussard is a problem."

"I already know that."

Sylas shook his head. "It's worse than just his idea being stupid. He's being purposely malicious."

This time, it was Cassarae's turn to frown.

She already knew that the man was a dick. If not, things wouldn't have gone so far over just a disagreement in philosophy.

Her mother seemed docile, but when she was enraged, she was no less volatile than her father. The moment he brought up this plan, she was fiercely opposed to it.

Technically speaking, it sounded like the perfect plan. The warmer waters would cause a lot of marine life to migrate away. When they were further away, they'd be less likely to sense the fluctuations of the portals and flee further.

On top of that, the creatures that came from the hot portal would find themselves drowning at the bottom of the ocean if they ever appeared, while creatures coming from the first underwater portal would suffer the same fate.

Cassarae's mother was fiercely opposed to the plan because they had no way of knowing if the migration patterns of creatures would stay the same with the addition of Aether. Plus, in this "experiment" of finding out, a large number of marine animals would certainly die.

This wasn't just about being a bleeding heart, environmental activist. But with the supply chains of the world cut out, they had to support themselves for food. The ocean had become a key resource for them and there was still plenty of fish they could catch closer to the shores to feed what remained of their population.

If the weaker creatures that they could still easily capture suddenly died, it wouldn't just be a genocide of animals... it would also become a genocide of humans.

"How much worse?"

"As bad as you think it would be for such a trusted member of the government to be working

for a System City."

Cassarae's expression changed.