Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1271: Two Minutes

Chapter 1271: Two Minutes

Sylas’ answer was obviously no. But he didn’t think that just saying his name would elicit the change. He certainly didn’t feel it, which was odd considering the sensitivity of his senses.

That meant that whatever results saying his name triggered, it must have happened inside the body of whoever heard it, almost like a suppression of sorts.

It was odd, though. Sylas had had his Royal Line for quite a while, ever since he claimed the Woodland Territory. Right now he didn’t have a Royal Line—he had a Royal Hero Line. It was on a completely different level.

But that didn’t explain why they would attack him. No, more accurately, why a C-tier would suddenly go out of their way to attack him like this even at the risk of offending Gralith and Old Brama.

It was one thing if Sylas’ peers killed him—that was perfectly allowed and wouldn’t be pursued. The Beast Warlord Sanctum had many years of precedent for this, and everyone felt safe to do exactly that.

That was even more so for Gralith, who was practically known as a pacifist. Or, it was more accurate to say that this was the case for the entire Scorpion Line.

Those that could tap into the Scorpion Lineage tended to be patient and risk-averse. This wasn’t how Sylas saw the Scorpion Lineage, but he was also the one that pointed out \[Earth Escape] shouldn’t be part of the Armor’s arsenal. His views were very different than the other Scorpions’.

However, if it was a C-tier, or even an E-tier, that acted to try and take out Sylas under less than savoury circumstances—well… there would be consequences for that.

The question was how bad would they be?

Since Sylas wasn’t an official disciple just yet, the punishment, in all likelihood, wouldn’t be death. So whether it was worth it would be entirely dependent on whether what they gained out of killing Sylas was worthwhile.

Gralith’s Badge?

No, that wasn’t worth it. All of these young masters and mistresses here knew that that badge, when in the hands of anyone but Sylas, was just an opportunity to prove themselves. Most who got their hands on it wouldn’t even chase after the best benefit you could get—that being becoming Gralith’s replacement disciple.

Instead, most would trade it in to become a normal high-class disciple of the Sanctum and not risk it. After all, if they were in Sylas’ position but lacked the talent Gralith saw in him, they would just end up dying too.

No one was foolish enough to think Gralith blind and incapable of seeing whether Sylas had potential or not. The question was if Sylas had tapped into enough of that potential that he could protect himself.

Usually, new disciples were more vulnerable than established ones and also tended to come from families that weren’t too established either.

The Skarzok and the Cervidon were two excellent examples. They were bringing forward a pair of mutated geniuses from this generation. But if they could produce beings of this caliber with every birth, they would just hoard their geniuses themselves and rise up to become the next superpower.

That was why Sylas was being targeted. They knew he had potential, but potential wasn’t real strength. Not yet.

That was to say that a C-tier wouldn’t do this just for the badge. That meant…

’They want to take advantage of my Royal Hero Line? But how can they know so confidently that they can take it away?’

It was like the Will search by the two young geniuses again. They had used their Will when they shouldn’t, and now Sylas was being targeted when the obvious assumption should be that he had Gene Locks to protect his bloodline.

Why were they so sure that they could get something from his corpse? Was it more obvious than he thought that he was from a backwater place?

“For the aura of a Royal Line to leak so easily, you definitely don’t have a Gene Lock on it. Plus, the senses of C-tiers are far more sensitive, and didn’t I tell you that the Cervidons are known for their mental abilities?”

Old Brama’s words continued to pierce into Sylas’ mind on a line.

“How many are looking to attack?” Sylas asked calmly.

“Just the Cervidon has attacked until now.”

“Can you have him?”

“With ease.”

“Then put me down.”

“Others might pick up on it too.”

“Maybe. But if you can handle one with ease, you can handle two.”

“Who said that there’d just be two?”

“These stragglers might dare to attack me, but the C-tiers on the star ship won’t dare—at least not out in the open. Their standing in this situation is much different because they’re vassals of the Sanctum.”

Old Brama paused for a moment and then flickered again, putting Sylas down.

Sylas could finally see clearly around him, and high in the skies there were already pockets of carnage. The clouds looked like they had had holes hundreds of kilometers wide blown in them, triggered by nothing more than a descending attack.

Then Sylas saw him—the handler that had been speaking to Speride so respectfully through a communication device barely more than a few minutes ago.

“Kill him,” Sylas said.

“Are you sure?”

Sylas didn’t reply directly, his gaze calm as he shifted down toward Speride.

“I just want to stretch my legs a bit.”

Old Brama’s eyes flickered. Sylas was someone that had managed to clear an impossible E-tier Secret Realm he had been certain would be impossible for anyone else. It felt almost a bit silly to be worried about a battle against F-tiers…

But Old Brama also knew the state of deterioration that Secret Realm was in. If not for an odd glitch, it wouldn’t have become as impossible as it was.

It seemed, though, that he’d finally see an inkling of what made Sylas so special.

“Alright. Will you be alright with two minutes?” Old Brama asked.

“Is that implying you could do it faster?”

“Yes.”

“Two minutes is fine. I’ll finish in less, though,” Sylas replied.

Old Brama vanished.

So did Sylas.