Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1863 Meaningless

Chapter 1863: Meaningless

Gralith sat in silence. Sylas’ words were simple, but they involved layers of scheming he couldn’t quite see through.

Would they not expect it? Sure. But that sort of logic only worked when there was a sort of equivalent power between two parties.

Did it matter how well a child took an adult off guard? So long as there was the slightest chance to react, the child didn’t stand a single chance.

Even if Sylas appeared out of nowhere in the Emperor Sanctum, what would that change? They had individuals infinitely close to the S-tier, existences who were unfathomable even to Gralith, who was in the B-tier-let alone Sylas, who had only just breached the E-tier.

What Sylas said second, though… that the Emperor Sanctum had plans to get out of their current situation… now that, that intrigued Gralith the most.

What did Sylas think they were going to do? And what about it made him willing to take such a risk?

And yet, it was the last thing Sylas said that left Gralith in thought for the longest period of time.

They couldn’t touch him?

Why did he think that?

‘Karma.’

It was the one word Gralith could think of as an answer, but things weren’t so simple.

Karma was a very finicky thing. On the one hand, it was more fair and balanced than the system was. After all, for certain Karma-related things, the system could be extremely unfair.

Primus Imperium was the best example of this. The requirements for achieving it were high, but maintaining it was even more unfair.

Primus Imperium was the best example of this. The requirements for achieving it were high, but maintaining it was even more unfair.

Even the appearance of a loss was enough for Primus Imperium to be snatched from you. Even if you managed to be born in a weak Sector as a great talent, every step outside this Sector you took would come with untold amounts of danger.

It was like one was forced to remain where they were lest they lose it.

However, Karma, when functioning separately from the system, tended to flow better. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as perfect fairness in the world, and in many ways, Karma could be even more unfair than the system itself even when the system was only loosely involved.

For example, no matter how unfair the system was, it would never take Primus Imperium from Sylas for losing to an A-tier.

However, to Karma, Sylas was the Ancestor of the Monkey King Lineage. As such, if he fought and lost to another Ancestor, they would be considered equals, and Karma would react as such.

That was why what Sylas was saying didn’t make any sense to Gralith.

In truth, Gralith didn’t even know that Sylas was the Monkey King right now. He hadn’t been there personally when things happened. All he knew was that Sylas had somehow raised the station of the Emperor Sanctum to Demi- Godhood, and that had directly impacted his own levels as well.

Because Gralith had also regained his Spirit Beasts thanks to Sylas, his power right now was impossibly far beyond what it had once been for more reasons than just his new B-tier status.

But this aside, even without knowing this detail, Gralith still felt like Sylas going was insane.

“You trust the Weaver Guild so much?” Gralith finally spoke.

“There’s no need for trust.” Sylas said.

There was a flash in Gralith’s eyes as he finally understood.

Sylas had leverage on the Weaver Guild. Enough leverage he was willing to go back into the fray despite the danger.

“I see.”

“Master…” Ekear couldn’t really stand it anymore, and he felt like something had to be stated.

“Yes?”

“The Sanctum… it’s not…”

Ekear felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Then it sounds like it’s time for Gwenu and Khan to carry the burden a bit.” Gralith said calmly.

“Master-!” Ekear was speechless.

While he understood what his master wanted to get at, the fact of the matter was that the 001 Sanctum wouldn’t be under so much pressure if Sylas didn’t make them the 001 Sanctum.

Granted, a huge part of the reason he had to do this was to save Gralith, and Ekear was very grateful for this. But it had been unnecessary to go so far if Sylas had had so much control over the situation. And it was especially unnecessary to make the Emperor Sanctum a Demi-God world after the fact.

They only had a single lone B-tier. Meaning, Gralith would be fighting on that front all alone.

The only C-tier they had capable of fighting the ones that would be coming was, once again, just Ekear alone.

As for Khan and Gwenu, they had only just received their blessings from Gralith. They still needed time to grow into them like he had. But even if they did, only the two of them would be there to fight the D-tiers.

What about the E-tiers? They didn’t even have anyone to fight the F-tiers anymore now that Sylas had gone and leveled up. They would possibly get completely wiped out on that front, and all of their fresh blood would be erased.

This was a huge problem, but now Sylas wanted to leave.

Gralith closed his eyes. “If you would like to try and convince him to stay, please feel free to make your best argument.”

Sylas didn’t seem to have heard Ekear’s words at all, or maybe it was that he didn’t care. Honestly, this was the longest he would have ever spent on a conversation like this one.

“Sylas, you have to understand. The situation isn’t good.”

“They won’t send F-tiers, E-tier, or D-tiers.” Sylas said indifferently. After he finished these words, he turned to leave.

His Madness Key danced on his neck and a message was sent directly to Fanelei.

Ekear stood in shock, anger bubbling up inside of him, but he didn’t know how to direct it. He couldn’t exactly attack his own junior brother, now could he?

“What is that supposed to mean?” he finally eked out through gritted teeth.

“If they think I’m here, why would they send their people to die meaningless deaths?”