Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1452: I Hate Scorpions [250 GT Bonus]

Sylas completed one battle after another, but his expression only became colder and more serious.

Most might claim only two divisions in the B-Grade of Races, but Sylas felt that it wouldn’t be a bad thing if there was a B Class of its own.

As far as Sylas saw it, even without having run into a B+ Race yet, he had already come across three distinct designations of B Races. There were the dregs that Sylas could kill without much effort, and then there were two above that he had to heavily rely on his Rune Mastery to get an advantage over.

It also had to be remembered that all of these people were Champions. They were the best of what their Races had to offer.

Against this second group, so long as Sylas was ready, he would be fine. But against the third group, the group he had almost mistaken for the B+’s, he had to be completely focused. A single slip-up could lead to him losing his life.

If Sanzi had been in this third group of B-Grade Races, his sneak attack on Sylas might have cost Sylas his life. Luckily, Sanzi had been in this very first group.

This only made Sylas realize all the more just how weak Kraziel and Veyric had been. The two had denied coming to the Milky Way Horizon because they couldn’t cut it in their own Horizons, but clearly Sylas had been very correct about this.

They were pathetic by comparison.

What shocked Sylas the most was just how powerful their Aethers were. Against the B- Grade that almost cost him his life, he was actually using an Aether with 87 Foundations. This was orders of magnitude more powerful than any F-Grade Aether Sylas had ever seen in the Milky Way Sector.

This just went to show that the F-tier was still the F-tier… by the time you got to B+ Races, maybe those geniuses were already capable of using some 100 Foundation Aethers.

In fact, since that man had claimed his Race was very far from the B+ Races, there just might be those who weren’t even B+ capable of using 100 Foundation Aethers.

The F-tier was ultimately the weakest Tier in the universe for a reason. Much the same way a Bronze E-Grade Gene was far more valuable than a Gold F-Grade Gene, having a perfect Aether at the F-tier didn’t mean much in the grand scheme.

Every battle was like a reminder to Sylas of just how far he still had left to go.

For someone else, this would be impressive. He had Aether now that only B+ Races could seem to touch confidently when he was born a member of an F-Grade Race. However…

Sylas only measured himself by his own standard.

It was during the 33rd battle that there was a sudden change. Sylas’ eyes narrowed as he looked up to the skies. The environment was gloomy, bathed in darkness.

Heavy clouds hung above and a raging ocean lay below, sparks of dark blue lightning descending and slamming into the earth beneath.

He had noticed that with each environment they stepped into, the more dangerous things became, and the more perfect the Runes became as well, inching closer to 100 Foundations.

This added additional strain to Sylas quickly controlling them, which was the only reason he had almost lost his life in that one battle.

But this still felt different, somehow. The world felt even more distant from him than usual.

It was just as Neyara had said. In the preliminary rounds, there were still some training wheels. The opponents he came across could be stronger than the Horizon they came from, but not by a substantial degree.

However, something told Sylas that this wasn’t guaranteed.

He had yet to lay eyes on who he was facing this time, but it felt like they had already taken control of the world around him.

Sylas’ pupils constricted into focus as he removed the last veil he kept on his eyes.

The entire world became brighter, sharper, as though illuminated by a halo. And that was when he saw it.

The man wasn’t far from him at all, just a mere ten meters. He stood there, a trident in hand and his chest bare. He had the lower half of a black steed, and rather than being covered in a thin, glossy coat, it was instead covered in glistening black scales that oozed out a thick darkness.

The man wasn’t moving at all, and the attempt Sylas made to check his stats was rebuffed. The only silver lining seemed to be that when the man reciprocated in kind, Sylas rebuffed his attempts as well.

A stalemate.

It wasn’t the first time Sylas had run into a centaur-like Race, the Unitaurs being the first. But it was certainly the first time he had run into one so astonishingly powerful.

Sylas pulled on his Madness Comprehension.

[Authrione Moon]

[Level: 50]

[Physical: 217 343]

[Mental: 233 899]

[Will: 255 555]

The man’s eyes flashed as though feeling himself being seen through, his pupils constricting for a moment before they returned to normal.

Is this a B+ Race?” Sylas thought to himself.

Deep inside, he already knew the answer to that question. Now that he had a fuller understanding of the scope, he wouldn’t make the same mistake a second time.

This man was certainly a B+ behemoth.

The longer Sylas looked at him, the more aware he was that this wasn’t a “man” at all. It was a teenager in his late teens, 18 or 19 years old at the oldest, looking toward Sylas with curiosity and sharpness.

“You are too weak to make it to this point so unscathed. What is your secret? Is it that powerful Will?

“No. Even your Will stat is too weak. You relied on a Comprehension just now.”

Authrione raised his trident, pointing it toward Sylas as silky strands of Runes formed around him.

“You smell like a Scorpion. I hate Scorpions.” He said just as calmly.

Sylas’ thoughts were consumed by just one thing.

A Whale.