Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1896: The Grimblade
Chapter 1896: The Grimblade
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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]
[Species: Human Simioid (Sacred (A))]
[Affiliation: Legacy 7777; Progenitor of the Milky Way; Golden Grove Elder; Beast Warlord Sanctum 001; Monkey King Emperor] [Class: Glassborn Cryst Emperor (Legendary (E))]
[Class: Chaotic Sovereign (Legendary (E))]
[Profession: Vipermancer (Silver (E))]
[Profession: Runeweaver (DDD+)]
[Profession: Reaper Sealwright (Legendary (D)]
[Level: 100]
[Coins: 837 111 132 382 (F); 8 212 261 (E); 1 232 (D)]
[Titles: An Infinite Will; Milky Way Progenitor; Progenitor Saint; Palms of Fate; System Chosen; Sacred Tamer; Dominus Paragon; Primus Luminaria; Primus Imperium] —
[Physical: 11,190,000]
>[Strength: 11,190,000]
>[Constitution: 11,190,000]
>[Dexterity: 11,190,000]
>[Speed: 11,190,000]
[Mental: 60,000,000]
>[Intelligence: 22,500,000]
>[Wisdom: 135,000,000]
>[Charisma: 22,500,000]
[Will: 22,500,000]
>[Wisdom: 135,000,000]
>[Charisma: 22,500,000]
[Will: 22,500,000]
[Luck: 40,001]
[Skills: N/A]
[Gene Skills: N/A]
[Gene Class Form: Primal Step (EEE+); Primal Gut (EEE+); Glassvolt Prism Arts (EEE+); Chaotic Menace (EEE+); Glassvolt Shift (EEE+)] [Gene Class Harmony: Chaos Form (EEE+); Cryst Emperor Form (EEE+)] [Growth Skills: Madness Control (E-); Primal Fury (EEE+); Glassvolt Throne (EEE+)] [Comprehensions: Madness (Silver (E)); Mixed Chaotic Arts (Sacred (E))] —
[Gene State: Rigid]
[Fragmented Genes: N/A]
[Common Genes: N/A]
[Bronze Genes: N/A]
[Silver Genes: N/A]
[Gold Genes: Strength (E); Constitution (E); Dexterity (E); Speed (E)] [Legendary Genes: Intelligence (E); Wisdom (E); Charisma (E); Will (E); Grimblade Lineage (E); Monkey King (E)] —
[Elevated Gene Talents: N/A]
[Ancestral Gene Talents: Pride of the Grim Blade (Sacred (E))] —
Sylas took a casual look at his stats, finding them all to be so very meaningless now. They looked vapid and worthless. The numbers moved, and he certainly felt stronger, but a mere +10,000,000 in his Physical stats couldn’t even begin to describe how much more powerful his body felt now.
In the past, his stat growth had always been so systematic. There were growth stats and percentages attached to his Classes, for example. Every level-up came with a defined percentage increase. But now, even with all his intelligence, Sylas couldn’t calculate what numbers the system would come up with.
Why?
Because every one of his Level Ups was worth far more than it should have been. He had spent so long at single, individual levels, excavating his potential and surging forward in his comprehensions that by the time the system began to fill his body with Aether to push his stats upward, it ended up having more room than it should have.
The calculations the system made ahead of time became worthless.
These stats reflected maybe half of Sylas’ strength.
That wasn’t to say his stats were really double what was shown, but instead that his ability to use these stats, to boost their efficacy-even how he used his mind in battle-was on another level.
And yet, these stats still didn’t reflect their full potential… Because Sylas had yet to fully comprehend how to draw Legendary Physical Genes.
That was why, after checking that things had indeed improved, Sylas’ attention was already drawn elsewhere… right to the staff in his hand.
He didn’t like the weapon. He had only used it to better mirror the abilities of the Monkey King and more quickly comprehend him.
It was because Sylas had comprehended the Monkey King so wholly that he was able to perfect his E-Grade Monkey King Armor ahead of time, and by extension perfect the E-Grade level of his Royal Line as well.
However, Sylas’ Royal Line had never been wholly based on the Monkey King. It had to be remembered that he only used the Monkey King because it was the closest thing to his Great Ape Lineage.
He had always treated the Monkey King as nothing more than a foundation, a launch point to reach the level he actually aspired to a level he couldn’t even quite define just yet.
The irony of this battle was that the Monkey King was right. It was one thing to influence the future, but going into the past… that was a problem. It could cause breaks in causality, triggering paradoxes. It was very possible that the universe itself didn’t allow it.
But that didn’t mean there weren’t methods of breaking this rule.
The short of what happened was that Sylas used his future self to end this battle. Since the Monkey King was shameless enough to send such a powerful avatar here, then Sylas would just give him a taste of his own medicine.
Sylas was so confident in himself reaching this level one day that he didn’t even consider for a moment that he would fail after he told the Monkey King to look up.
However, that was the short and simple version.
Like Sylas had said, the Monkey King was correct about causality. It wasn’t a problem of power. Even if you theoretically had enough power, you would have to tear apart reality itself to force something like that.
Unless, of course, you formed a closed loop of your own-one where causality moved forward just fine because all of the questions were answered within said closed loop.
Once that loop was closed, the world could move forward unhindered.
That was the real reason Sylas told the Monkey King to look up, and also the reason he had pierced his head through with his finger-though that also helped him greatly.
He needed to actively participate in the loop as his own past version in order to trigger the start.
The details of it all were fuzzy on Sylas’ part. That was because he had yet to figure out exactly how he would finish the loop in the future.
But what he did have was absolute confidence in himself that once he had seen enough of the world, he would find that method.
If he failed, then that just meant his current self would collapse for even making the attempt.
It was a good thing, then… that he didn’t lose.
‘Yes… that should work.’
In this world, Karma was as important as anything else. A symbol-every Clan needed one-something that would strike the world with fear when they saw it.
The staff of the Monkey King was iconic. It wouldn’t be the Grimblade’s.
The staff in Sylas’ hand shattered, a swirl of dark gold forming as a curved blade cut a path out from the depths of space.
Sylas grabbed at the swirling darkness forming a polearm before it fully solidified, swinging it out casually.
Chi.
Countless floating mountains in the distance were sliced in two.
The scythe of the Grimblades would be more iconic.
‘The Grim Blade.’
