Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1727

Capítulo 1727: Coming

The history of the universe was vast and long. One could hardly point out a time where an F-tier had garnered the attention of so many. Even a pair of them, battling for so many to see, could never draw so much attention.

Though Sylas and Salivar were extraordinary, to the powers interested in the outcome of such a battle, even their weakest D-tiers could make short work of them. And yet, their attention was drawn nonetheless.

F-tiers shouldn’t have this level of strength, and every secret he had long hidden—secrets that Salivar was forced to reveal one after another, facing off against Sylas Grimblade—was only dulled by what Sylas himself pulled out.

A Will more powerful than any F-tier should have, Charisma so great space shuddered, a control and mastery over Runes that they shuddered to consider whether Demi-Gods could match.

Ancestor Zeekr had been very clear in his assessment. Sylas was the very best Rune Master of the F-tier beneath Demi-Godhood. He had simply never seen anyone better.

But from the moment Sylas fused those two Rune Armors together, each one of vastly different auras, Wills, and constructs, he couldn’t help but fall into silence for a good long while.

It almost felt like he wasn’t observing the battle at all. Instead, he couldn’t take his eyes off the armors themselves. Sylas had done it so casually, but…

“It shouldn’t be possible.”

Of course he knew of the Spirit Beasts, of the Emperor Sanctum they ran and how their matters worked. In fact, in their entire Heaven, when it came to Rune Armors, the Emperor Sanctum was probably the very best beneath Demi-Godhood.

Their methods were only not so widely distributed because it took their unique Race quirks to take full advantage of them.

But now, this Sylas…

As complicated as the Rune Mastery behind doing such a thing was, how was he handling the clashing Wills?

The Whale wasn’t exactly an arrogant spirit, but it would definitely feel itself superior to the Scorpion.

As for the Scorpion, it might be inferior in the eyes of the Emperor Sanctum, but it was known for backstabbing and betraying its own. How had it been culled to not buck and resist?

None of this made any sense at all. And for the first time, Ancestor Zeekr was seeing something done by an F-grade Rune Master that he couldn’t quite comprehend on his own.

He… a Legend Rune Master… couldn’t see through Sylas.

And yet, who would have thought that this wasn’t even Sylas’ greatest strength?

It had been so subtle that if Ancestor Zeekr wasn’t paying extremely close attention, he would have missed it. But throughout the entire battle, Sylas was at a disadvantage in Speed, in Strength, in Constitution—in pretty much every aspect.

And yet, he made Salivar look like a complete fool.

How was he doing it?

At first, Ancestor Zeekr didn’t know. He assumed it was the Comprehension he could vaguely sense, but Salivar was clever enough to see through that and counter it himself.

But then, after Sylas lost his advantage, the battle had still been nearly dead even until Salivar pulled out his domain. How was Sylas doing it?

Archon Casting.

Ancestor Zeekr didn’t know what name Sylas had given his path of Rune Mastery, but he could feel its complexities. It had reached such a pinnacle of simplicity that one might not even catch it.

The way Sylas subtly bent space to shrink or lengthen the distance his punches needed to travel. The way time warped to give him an extra split second to react, or the way the two worked in conjunction to increase or decrease…

Even describing it like this didn’t seem to do Sylas justice. He was practically molding reality to his whims—and doing it so expertly that reality didn’t buck or whine in the slightest.

The universe seemed to greet him with open arms even in a D-grade world.

A monster.

It was the only conclusion that Ancestor Zeekr could come to.

How much had he seen in his life, and yet this was still the only conclusion that he could come to. The only thing that made sense of the mess in his mind.

The Weaver Guild hadn’t just sent anybody here. They had sent what could only be called a tactical nuke—a devastating, world-ending event.

And the only thing standing between them and the collapse of their Seeing Eye Guild as they knew it… was a young man who had just been blown to ash by a single punch.

Sylas slowly closed his eyes, his arm trembling slightly before it returned to normal. The rush of power from the Beast Totem receded, and his telekinesis wrapped around his body, reinforcing it and strengthening it.

‘Still not enough,’ Sylas thought to himself as he felt his telekinesis resist perfectly fusing with his body.

This form of martial arts… was truly tough.

If Sylas had to describe it, it was like when he tried to integrate with Genes back when his body’s capacity couldn’t handle it. The Genes dispersed, failing to fully fuse with him.

It made him wonder…

Genes were the easiest layer of the body to tap into, followed by Gene Talents, Blood and Bone Essence, Comprehensions, Soul Construction, before one finally got to Will Manifestation and Will Core.

If he wanted to truly make the 350,000 stat points of his telekinesis—35,000,000 when Madness was active—into his true stats… did he need to find a way to increase his Will Manifestation and Will Core capacity like he had his Gene Limits?

Sylas’ gaze couldn’t help but flicker at the thought. How much work would it take to increase capacity that low after all the effort it took for him to get his Genes to this state?

But if he could reach that level one day… boosting his Contracts while Fused would never harm him again.

Sylas looked up. It seemed that he was finally coming. Was he going to get lucky? Or was he going to have to make even more enemies?