Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 202 The Mutation

Sylvester held Lela tightly as they headed to Greafury City. "Let's go, I'll take you to Greafury city. We're going to find Vanessa, no, we're going to the valley of the divine doctor to find your teachers,." he said, frantically. The change in her pupils, the physiological changes, were just like what he and Charley experienced. It meant that her body was completely corrupted diseased.

However, Lela stopped him, resting her chin on his shoulder, her soft voice sounding low. "Sylvester, it's futile."

This meant that her mutation nature had been fully activated. Once the abilities were nature was fully activated, not only would the detoxification ability of their blood strengthen, but their physical appearance would also remain the same, forever.

Just like Lela's modified genes, which had been modified, they could never revert to how she was before. Although deep down she still saw herself as Ciceri of the Holy Light Tribe in the forest, she could no longer deceive herself. She knew that she could never revert to become the former Ciceri ever again.

Lela wasn't completely sure herself, but during her time in The Immortal Man's laboratory, while she was in a state of unconsciousness, she overheard The Immortal Man's staff mentioning it. At the time, she didn't pay much attention, but now it seemed to be true.

As Sylvester heard this, he suddenly stopped walking, his desirable sexy lips trembled trembling slightly, his gaze confused as he asked, "What do you mean?"

What did she mean by "it's futile"? Would she die in this state? Just like he and his brother did?! Was there no hope? But no one had told him that mutants would end up like this. What about the this little one? What was he going to do? AmberHis amber-colored eyes filled with terrified helplessness... A

feeling of helplessnessHelplessness that was unique to Sylvester had never experienced before.

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Sylvester's mind. If the little one died...

He suddenly couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

Sylvester held Lela tightly as he stepped back, a tear sliding down from the corner of his eye.

He was in a state of panic.

Lela sat in his embrace, facing him, holding his handsome face in her hands. Her silver eyes focused intently on him as her pretty lips gently parted, saying,. "Sylvester, are you scared?"

Seeing the glistening in his eyes, Lela's heart ached. Thinking about her earlier speculation, she decided to experiment. She leaned closer to Sylvester's tear-stained eye corner and licked away his tears with her tongue. Sylvester felt himself losing balance, retreating until he reached the edge of the bed, sitting down with a heavy sense of helplessness covering his entire body.

With his chin resting on Lela's shoulder, there was a slight tremble trembling in Sylvester's voice as he said in a deep tone as if admitting, "Afraid."

How could he not be afraid?

He had thought about his own death, but he had never thought of the possibility that the little one might die, maybe even before him.

He couldn't bear such an outcome.

Lela smirked and spoke up, "Since that's the case, then treat me as your true lover. What are you still afraid of, Sylvester? I love you. Will you promise Promise me, okay?"

After saying this, Lela didn't wait for Sylvester's reaction. She cupped his face and kissed him...

The following next morning in the Sylvester Mansion, in the pink princess-style bedroom, there was a faint fragrance in the air. Lela's room The room in the Sylvester Mansion was especially luxurious and spacious, especially Lela's room, which was specially designed by Sylvester himself.

Lela liked where the window was position positioned by the window, so naturally, the bed was placed next to it.

Sunlight shone through the window along with a gentle breeze, casting onto the couple lying together on the princess-sized bed.

Sylvester held Lela in his arms, revealing her the exquisite half part of her -face and a small piece of fair and pristine back.

Her lush, seaweed-like dark hair scattered on the pillow, alluring.

Sylvester looked at Lela lying in his arms, gently stroking her face with his large palm. His amber eyes held tenderness, and his handsome and masculine facial features softened at this moment.