Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1878 One

Chapter 1878: One

Sylas seemed more focused on catching his breath than paying attention to the man in the air. The only thing he was even remotely concerned about in the outside world was Bulese’s head, the hair of which he was still gripping tightly.

Bulese herself was still fighting to remain conscious, but the vast majority of her body was shutting down. Her senses had gone first, but her body was quickly atrophying in response.

Sylas had had to concentrate a large amount of his internal Aether into a single point in order to pull this off. Quite frankly, he had barely had any Aether left to use as the spark to signal his body to move.

Not only had he had to use over 90% of his Glassvolt Aether, but he had to use even more of his Chaotic Space Aether to compress it into a small enough segment that it wouldn’t be noticed and would be sufficiently insulated from Maldrith’s control in the brief instant of transfer.

Now, he couldn’t use any external Aether from the atmosphere, and he hardly had any Aether left inside him. In a situation like this, he couldn’t even use the most normal means to replenish himself at all. How could he, when the Aether in the air refused to respond to him?

At this point, it seemed like reversing the situation on Bulese was irrelevant. With a Progenitor present, it sounded that things would just end the same way they were meant to.

Maldrith, though, didn’t seem in a rush to act or speak. He looked down, seemingly waiting for something. But the longer Sylas spent without saying a word or even acknowledging his existence, the more curious Maldrith became.

By comparison, Fanelei was paying quite a bit of attention to him. But why did he get the impression that… Fanelei feared Sylas far more than she feared him? In fact, it was pretty accurate to say that, outside of a bit of surprise, Fanelei wasn’t even wary of him.

Could it be that Sylas was from a background even stronger than what Fanelei represented?

Just what was happening in the outside world, exactly?

‘Hm?’ Maldrith looked at Bulese and blinked. Then he looked at Kalem and felt even more surprised.

He hadn’t been paying much attention before, mostly because he didn’t care. But… why was it that Bulese and Kalem were radiating the auras of Demi-Gods?

It was slight and still immature. In fact, they hadn’t quite grasped it yet, and it wasn’t even remotely properly reflected in their Foundations. But it was there.

By comparison, Sylas, he…

Well, Maldrith was having a hard time seeing through Sylas despite the fact that the latter was on his world. He could suppress Sylas’ control and bridge to the outside world, but he couldn’t actually cross the boundary into Sylas’ body itself—for the same reason Sylas couldn’t just use his telekinesis to squeeze and explode someone’s heart from a distance.

Kalem had attacked Sylas on sight for seemingly no reason at all. Could it be related to why it seemed his great- grandnephew and niece had opened the road to Demi-Godhood?

Could it be that the Beast Emperor Sanctum had successfully risen to Demi-God status?

If that was the case, it would be the greatest irony of all. After all, he had severed all ties with his Clan and the organization. This was why he hadn’t experienced the same boon.

Ironically enough, had he never done that, the boost from Sylas’ actions back then would have allowed him to ride the wave straight into S-tier.

Maldrith didn’t know the full story, but he already knew enough to reach one clear conclusion…

He had missed out.

A mixture of emotions welled up in his chest, and the clouds swirled in response.

What a day, indeed. First, he had acted exactly like those scummy old fogies he had always hated to the deepest depths of his soul, and now he found out that those very same elderly fogies were benefiting while he had lost out due to his own stubbornness.

Even the greatest of saints would be in a foul mood after learning such a thing.

It wasn’t as easy as simply reestablishing a connection with the Emperor Sanctum now. The ship had sailed. It would take even more effort to rebuild such a connection with a Demi-God Clan than it would to reach S-tier in the first place.

Maldrith’s gaze finally landed back on Sylas, who still had not looked up at him. Instead of addressing Sylas directly, he turned his attention to Fanelei.

“Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you causing trouble on my world?”

Fanelei sneered. It was her only response, her aura rising to meet Maldrith’s.

The crowd scurried back, their eyes widening as they realized there wasn’t just one Legend here.

There were two.

And the momentum of this second Legend was anything but small.

Fanelei didn’t feel like playing games. Ever since Sylas had finished his Matrix Index test, she had been furious, and Maldrith was giving her the perfect excuse to vent.

Sylas might be an unfathomable monster, but the same wasn’t true of just anyone. She didn’t fear the Progenitor of a little world like this one.

What was this place? A mere Grade 8 Silver World?

Worthless.

Maldrith didn’t seem offended by her lack of response.

“You may feel confident in fighting me, but then what? This world of mine has City Lords. It has Generals. It has citizens who might act simply to receive a favor from me. You might believe you are strong enough to fight me—a questionable conclusion. But then who would protect your charge?”

Fanelei frowned. Maldrith was right.

She subconsciously glanced toward Sylas, but he was still trying to catch his breath. She wondered if, this time, he was truly too injured.

Suddenly, Sylas took a final deep breath.

Then, without speaking to anyone, the hand holding Bulese pulsed.

The Life Seal appeared.

“If he doesn’t get out of the way, we will kill him in one strike.”