Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1860 Talent

Chapter 1860: Talent

Old Brama couldn’t control his shaking. Even when he tried grabbing his wrist with a hand, that hand just started to shake as well.

“Grandfather?” Megean tried to call on him, the worry thick in her voice. But Old Brama didn’t seem to hear it at all.

Honestly, Megean didn’t know what to think of this new, younger version of her grandfather. Originally, she had almost not recognized him at all, especially since he was no longer of the C-tier. But the aura was undeniable.

This was her grandfather.

But when they were on the verge of death, thinking the descent of the Angels meant the end for them, there wasn’t really time to talk things through.

Luckily, in the last couple of days, there had been time to do exactly that, and things had been good… until Sylas returned again.

Megean could see that her grandfather wasn’t telling her the full story of what happened. He painted a picture of a great boon that Sylas had given him, but when Sylas formed that metal humanoid puppet with a wave of his hand, something in Old Brama seemed to have completely and fundamentally broken.

Even his Will itself seemed on the verge of collapsing entirely.

He was full of fear.

“Grandpa? What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Grandpa?”

A shadow cast over Megean and she shook as Sylas appeared behind them. She looked back with a wary look in her eyes.

When she first met Sylas, he was weak in her eyes, and quite untalented. If not for his indifference toward the teleportation channels, she would have never suggested he use Andromeda, and none of this would have happened.

She had been an E-tier on the verge of the D-tier back then, and Sylas was only just an F-tier-and quite a weak one at that. The gap between them was enormous.

But he was not only the reason she could stand here alive today, but he was completely on another level compared to anything she had ever seen… Even as someone who was now in the D-tier, Megean knew she didn’t stand a chance against the Angel Xalor. Yet, Sylas had made a complete fool of him.

Somehow, he only looked even stronger now.

To Megean’s surprise, though, her grandfather’s fear didn’t increase after Sylas appeared. Instead, standing there just on the outskirts of Casstle Main, he pulled composure out from an unknown depth.

“That puppet…” Old Brama started slowly.

Sylas stared back at Old Brama, seemingly without any words to add or supplement.

11 It’s not a puppet, is it?”

Sylas didn’t reply.

Maybe it would take someone with the insight of a C-tier Rune Master who had returned to the F-tier to see it. But that was also because Sylas hadn’t particularly tried to hide it.

In the eyes of a layman, they would just see a puppet, one that could be controlled by telekinesis. This was a valuable thing, but it wasn’t necessarily groundbreaking.

Money could buy it. That was the bottom line.

What Sylas had actually created, though, wasn’t just a puppet. It was one that could take and absorb Genes, benefiting the main body. It allowed one to train Skills as though one was using them with their own body, to gain Comprehensions as though the main body was likewise doing it.

It was essentially a second body in the truest sense, a perfectly replicated extension of the body. An object that allowed one to gain all the experience that danger allowed for without suffering the slightest bit yourself.

Was it limited in use cases since it could only be used as far as one’s telekinesis could stretch? Sure. Was it only so useful in this use case because Sylas was the Progenitor of Earth? Also, yes.

But such an item…

Old Brama had never been there, but he was sure it couldn’t possibly exist anywhere else.

Not even in the God Realm.

At least not in a state that was so perfect, so whole.

Sylas had transcended Rune Mastery in a way Old Brama never thought possible. If not for aesthetic reasons, he could have formed a flesh puppet with a wave of his hand… And it would be indistinguishable from the original.

He wasn’t just a monster.

He was a God walking amongst them.

Old Brama’s hand threatened to start shaking again, but he flexed every inch of his body to the utmost limits, refusing to give an inch.

“Please teach me,” Old Brama said. “I swear on everything I love, everything I have, everything I am or could ever be, I will never raise a finger in thoughts of betraying you again.”

The skies crackled with thunder, a shuddering Will spreading out as Old Brama’s determination manifested in true

essence.

Sylas stared at Old Brama for a long while before his lips parted.

“You do not have the talent.”

Old Brama’s pupils trembled. But eventually, he sluggishly landed.

Sylas wasn’t someone who had reached this level just by being guided. He came from a Summoned World, fought against all odds to elevate it beyond, and somehow reached a scale beyond what Demi-Gods and even Gods of the F-tier were capable of all on his own while hardly interacting with them.

This wasn’t by chance.

Sylas was on a completely different level.

“Your talent is in your combat prowess. Forget about Rune Mastery and the Omnimous. You learned those things out of necessity in order to save your Race and learn from what your Ancestors left behind.

“I have served that purpose for you. All you need to do is take advantage of the blood running through you.”

Old Brama’s white gold eyes lit up with a fiery flame.

Sylas was right. He was a Unitaur.

He shouldn’t be behind a desk or with his head buried. He should be tasting his own blood on a battlefield.

“Cassarae.” Sylas looked toward Casstle Main and called out. His wife stood on the city walls, looking toward him.

Now that Earth had completed its Summoning, Cassarae was once again tied down to Casstle Main and couldn’t leave for long stretches of time.

“What?” she said.

“There’ll be a wedding upon ascent to the God Realm.”

Cassarae blinked. “… WHO-?!”

Sylas vanished into his ship.