Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1868 Mine [Bonus]

Chapter 1868: Mine [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to TheHonoredOne69 <3 Just look at his name, what a big fucking ego. And a pervert to boot. I bet you have a face only your mother could love </3] Sylas nodded to himself. ‘Not terrible.’

The effect was better than he thought it would be. It almost made it not worthwhile to use E-tier Rune Mastery at all, at least not until his E-tier Rune Mastery achieved the same level of enlightenment.

His Archon Casting was basically his most powerful asset. Better than his Bloodline, better than his Monkey King Lineage, better than even the Omnimous in his opinion.

It represented what he had once been told was impossible.

It wasn’t just that Sylas had reached Infinite Void Mastery, but that he had done so with his Path of Archon Casting.

However, it had always had its limits. The destabilization of Runes when he tried the more aggressive forms of Archon Casting had always limited him so much he couldn’t really use them outside of niche battle circumstances.

Even after he gained Void Mastery, it had still been extremely limited.

But after reaching Infinite Void Mastery, it was like it hit a rocket ship to the moon. The limiters had been almost entirely removed, and now a little three-Foundation Rune could actually instantly kill probably 70 to 80% of the E- tiers in the Mortal Realm. And that was just a casual flick.

Sylas could do much better. He knew he could.

His only limitation was…

‘My Will…’

He almost wanted to sigh. This wasn’t the first time he had thought about how his Will was constantly becoming his limiting factor in everything. He had so many abilities that relied on it being powerful that every time he made a large advancement, his Will needed to keep up; otherwise, he would be fighting with two hands tied behind his back.

The more powerful the world Sylas was in, the stronger his Will needed to be to execute Archon Casting.

But as things stood now…

‘If I was on Earth, I might be able to kill a B-tier with my current level of Rune Mastery…’

Sylas was being extremely conservative, and he was only thinking about the average B-tier as well.

But the fact the thought had any legs at all was ridiculous.

Unfortunately, he would only be capable of this on Earth. Even in the wider Milky Way Galaxy, the limitations would be too great.

Even so, he probably didn’t need to fear anyone beneath the B-tier in his Progenitor Territory. And on Earth, such a B-tier would have to fear for their lives.

If he managed to reach Infinite Void in the E-tier…

He wouldn’t have to fear anyone beneath the Demi-God Realms in his Progenitor Territory.

‘Glassvolt Throne.’ Sylas thought immediately.

It was the only answer to the question.

Worlds, especially powerful worlds, would resist against the reality-bending abilities of Archon Casting. The only way to make them obey was to comprehend those worlds as thoroughly as he did Earth.

But that was asking too much, especially since he apparently only had a Bronze Level understanding of Earth as of right now, and that was after stepping into the Infinite Void.

This made sense, though. Earth’s ceiling was far beyond the F-tier. Stepping into the Infinite Void through the F-tier alone wouldn’t be enough for him to have full and complete control of a Gold World.

But the fact it allowed for Bronze already said everything that needed to be said about how powerful this Path of Rune Mastery was.

‘The consumption beyond 10 Foundations increases exponentially. But I can probably go up to around 30 Foundations, 40 if I really push it. At that point, I could probably easily fight against the best D-tiers of the Mortal Realm. The very best of the best.

‘The problem is that the world of the Weaver Guild listens to me quite well. Though not as much as Earth, a lot of its Karma has bent toward me after I became the focal point of a bet that put it all on the line.’

Sylas would have to adjust his calculations if he was on a more oppositional world. However… he wouldn’t be going to an oppositional world.

In fact, he would be going to a world he had even more control over than the Weaver Guild’s World.

The Beast Emperor Sanctum.

After all, he was now the Ancestor of his own Lineage.

‘It’s time.’

Sylas waved a hand and ignored the other tests. He had no interest in testing how fast he could draw Runes or how well he could adapt to different situations.

He already knew the answer to those questions.

He was untouchable.

As Sylas walked out, he received O scores across the board. And yet…

[All-Time Matrix Index Rankings (F)]

[1. Levoc Kikochi – 4,333,332]

[13. Sylas Grimblade – 1,001,683]

Sylas appeared by Fanelei. She looked like a husk of a woman, her very being the embodiment of weakness. Something seemed to have broken within her.

Sylas could feel this. It wasn’t just what was on her face, but her Will itself was practically shattered.

She would not once reach the S-tier like this. In fact, her strength was a fraction of what it had once been because of this alone. It was like she had completely given up.

For a moment, there was a heavy silence in the air.

“Do you want me to destroy the Analei?”

Fanelei shook, her head turning toward him.

“I imagine that wiping out a Race that can reincarnate so many times would be a hassle. But the vast majority of you can’t be reborn so many times. So I imagine, on average, I’d probably only have to kill each one of you three times.

“But after the first, the second and third would be meaningless. You’d be children in a cradle, babies I could slaughter in the incubators you came from.

“Think of it. An entire Race, once so mighty, once carrying with it an Ancestor who could dictate my life and death… “Reduced to nothing.”

The more Sylas spoke, the more a kindle of fury shook in Fanelei’s very core.

“What? You don’t want that to happen?” Sylas asked as though he genuinely wanted to know. “Then I would advise you not to break down like a child. You have every advantage in this world and choose to be a bottom-feeding waste of space.

“Learn how to be useful, otherwise that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

Sylas turned to leave.

Fanelei’s teeth cracked. She ground them so hard fissures ran through them like quaking crusts of earth.

“… Where are we going?” she asked coldly.

“To claim what’s mine.”