Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1858 Silence [Bonus]

Chapter 1858: Silence [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to Rikstingray <3 May you never have another warm meal. Only cold chicken and canned foods for you, mister] Sylas stared at the Gene in silence.

It should have been a great accomplishment. It didn’t quite feel that way.

He wasn’t impressed.

Honestly speaking, Sylas couldn’t remember ever feeling impressed with himself and his accomplishments. On rare occasions, he might praise someone else. But he had under no circumstances had that same internal dialogue about himself.

Whenever he saw someone accomplish something great, he was impressed because he didn’t expect it from them.

Whenever he did the same, he was indifferent…

Because it was exactly what he expected of himself.

‘This is true perfection of Rune Mastery. I don’t believe there is a higher level to achieve.’

Sylas never thought he would see this day. Not because he didn’t think he would ever reach it, but because he didn’t think it existed at all.

How would one know they had reached the pinnacle of Rune Mastery? Why was he so sure that this was it?

Was he wrong?

It was possible. Maybe this feeling of the end of the road he was experiencing now was just an illusion. But what Sylas did know for certain was that right now he felt that it was impossible for him to improve his F-tier Rune Mastery any more than he already had.

This here was the limit. This was the pinnacle of the F-tier.

And there was no one-not Demi-God, nor God, nor whatever might lay beyond-that could draw an F-tier Rune he couldn’t understand.

And by virtue of doing this, he felt himself standing in front of the door to Void Mastery of the E-tier.

From Spark Mastery to Perfect Spark Mastery… he stood right there, bordering on Pure Spark Mastery and just catching the sight of Void Mastery ahead of him.

It felt like such a short distance, and yet it felt so long and drawn out.

But Sylas knew that if he pressed just a little bit more, urged just the slightest bit greater… Chi.

He stepped into Pure Spark Mastery of the E-tier, a transition as smooth as butter.

His understanding of the world felt so full, so perfect, so great. He didn’t experience the slightest hint of reluctance from the world, as though it was accepting him with open arms.

There was nothing that could hide from him, nothing that could shift his attention away from the goal at hand.

Sylas raised a palm and Genes began to appear.

These weren’t Genes he was creating at all. Instead, they were from the creature that had vanished into his void just moments ago. Whereas the system only granted you a few Genes from the death of a creature, Sylas took them all.

From Physical Genes to Mental Genes to Will Genes…

To Unique Genes.

And then down to Gene Talents and Blood to Bone Essence, further to Soul Constructs and Comprehensions… Right down to the quintessence of their Race.

And then Sylas took a step beyond even that, feeling his fingers swimming through its Free Chaos, basking in its very Potential itself.

The creature hadn’t just died-it crumbled into its most fundamental parts and portions, divided into constructs that made it… it.

And when Sylas closed his fists, they all reformed into the body of the creature as though it had never been split apart at all.

Yet, the creature was still very much dead, still very much a corpse without the slightest hint of life in it.

There was just one thing that Sylas couldn’t give it, one thing that Sylas couldn’t craft from scratch and breathe into its essence… Will.

So the creature lay there, dead. What remained of its Will had long been snuffed out by the churning, blending mass of void that Sylas had ripped it apart in.

It made Sylas wonder… was this because he hadn’t truly reached the pinnacle of Rune Mastery like he thought? Or was Will something that couldn’t be fundamentally constructed by Runes in the first place?

The Layers of the body spoke of Will Manifestations and Will Cores, but not of the essence of Will itself.

Will wasn’t in a layer. It was suffused through the body and interacted with every aspect there was.

It was unique to a person.

However…

What Sylas had done was effectively the act of a system. Sure, it was limited to F-tier creatures alone and no others. But soon he would be able to do the same in the E-tier, and then the D-tier beyond, and then the C-tier beyond even that… But couldn’t the system craft spawns? Weren’t they living beings with Wills?

Then why couldn’t he? What was he missing?

Sylas’ fist opened and the corpse of the creature shattered apart into countless complex Runes once more. He looked deeper, and deeper, until he found it.

The Free Chaos. The Potential. They were both less than what he originally started with.

As though an entropy of creation itself, it was quickly slipping away with every construction and reconstruction.

And Sylas didn’t have the power to force it to stay.

Why? Because Free Chaos and Potential, by definition, weren’t tied down to a single tier.

He had stepped into the Infinite Void of the F-tier. He was effectively a God of F-Grade Rune Mastery. But Free Chaos and Potential represented the body’s potential beyond the F-tier. And until he could step into those realms… He would never be able to fully replicate it.

Once Sylas understood, he calmly accepted it. But what he really wanted to know was…

What was his Combat Matrix Index now?

It had been a extensive time since he had bothered to calculate it at all. Stats themselves had become so unimportant to him in battle that it wasn’t worth knowing.

But right now… he wanted to know.

And he wanted to prove a point.

Would Rhykan let things go? Certainly not.

Would the Thryskai Gods let things go? Definitely not.

Would even the Emperor Sanctum let things go? They were probably on their way right this moment. They had let

him reign freely for too long.

In that case, maybe he should give them a show.

Maybe he should let them know that his power extended beyond just Earth’s domain alone.

Sylas vanished.