Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1900: Yes [Bonus]
Chapter 1900: Yes [Bonus]
[Bonus chapters thanks to TheHonoredOne69 <3]
Sylas took a breath and exhaled as the baptism came to a slow stop. The loose portions of his dress shirt whipped
in the wind, but they eventually settled down as well.
[Welcome, Descendant of the Monkey King Emperor]
[Would you like to usher in the 714th Cycle?]
[Yes] [No]
That was precisely the notification Sylas was looking for. He hardly reacted at all when he saw it, but he knew that the moment he clicked yes, the entire Emperor Sanctum would be set down a road of no return.
Well… that was exactly what he wanted, now wasn’t it?
Chi.
His intention pressed toward yes before the other Ancestors could even piece together what was happening.
The thing about the rules of such an old, long-standing organization was that while many were familiar with them, they weren’t intimately utilizing the nooks and crannies at every moment they got.
As such, there were many minor rules, or things that happened so rarely that they didn’t have them at the forefront of their psyche.
One such matter was the Cycles.
Even the oldest of the Emperor Sanctum had only experienced two or three of them in their lifetimes, and often after experiencing just one, they would fade into obscurity so much-entering seclusion or trying to enter the Demi-God lands for a chance at reaching the S-tier-that they wouldn’t be intimately familiar with exactly what happened.
In effect, most of the Emperor Sanctum only experienced a single Cycle in their lifetime, and the vast majority hadn’t experienced even a single one.
So how could they be ready for exactly what would happen? Especially when matters like this were unprecedented.
Usually, when a new Cycle began, everything would happen in unison.
First, the Gathering would take place as a method of organizing and consolidating the Karma of the Branch Sanctums. Once these rankings were set, those worthy of rising from the weaker Sanctums to stronger ones would, and in some rare cases, some of the Branch Sanctum elites might climb the golden stairs of their Branch to reach the Emperor Sanctum.
Once this was concluded, there would be an assessment that took place in the Emperor Sanctum-or, rather, on each individual mountain. This would decide the final candidates for the next Emperor head positions.
Once this was finalized, there would be a final Mountain Climb and then a battle, whereupon the winner would be crowned the new Emperor of the Mountain.
Only then would a new Cycle begin.
But there were many things that had gone wrong this time.
First, when the Gathering happened, Sylas snatched almost all of the Branch Karma for himself.
Due to this, the Emperor Sanctum had nothing to gather and couldn’t improve. As a result, they were forced to enter a civil war-like state, forcing Branches and their own Mountain geniuses to compete with one another so that they could more quickly gather Karma and prepare for the 714th Cycle.
Yet, before they could even do this, Sylas suddenly flooded them with more Karma than they could even hope to have ever gathered themselves, forcefully elevating them to the level of Demi-Gods.
As a result of this, before anyone was prepared, the Emperor Sanctum’s System was already ready for the 714th Cycle to begin, but none of the Mountains were.
This left the Emperor Sanctum in an odd limbo where they were quickly trying to raise geniuses worthy of becoming the 714th Generation of Emperors. But they still needed time.
They had already been forced to hold the 713th Gathering early, and now their 714th Cycle was beginning early as well.
Candidates that should have been in the B-tier, verging on the A-tier, were still in the C-tier, and often still in the D- tier, waiting for the perfect chance to advance.
The entire situation was a complete mess.
While they were fielding that nonsense, Rhykan had put his thumb on the scale once again.
This was information that still wasn’t confirmed, but for reasons they didn’t know, the time they had to ascend to the Demi-God Realm was quickly shrinking.
They had done everything they could to try and stop it, even sending Bulese and Kalem out to their uncle in hopes that Maldrith would be able to help as a Progenitor. As for how Maldrith would be able to help with such a thing, only the Ancestors of the Emperor Sanctum seemed to intimately understand.
And it was in all this chaos—a chaos that had been brewing over months and years, seemingly with one young man at the center of it all every single time… That Sylas stirred the pot one more time.
[Yes]
The entire territory of the Emperor Sanctum shook. Wave upon wave of golden light shot in all directions as a Crown descended toward Sylas’ head.
He hardly paid attention to it. At this point, he had more Crowns than he cared to count, each one with a different function, and each one with a power that many just might be jealous of.
Standing there, his hands in his dress pants pockets, he thought about that time Gralith had almost lost his life climbing the stairs toward the Emperor Sanctum.
That day should have been a good one. He had finally reached Perfect Spark Mastery, using the Rule Book of the Emperor Sanctum to feel out the secrets of the universe.
Instead, he had gotten his Legendary Gene taken, and his body was left in a mess of his own Will.
The only reason he was still alive now was because of Gralith’s sacrifice and the so-called kindness of a man who had slapped him across the face.
In exchange for a Legendary Gene he had spent over a year building toward, shedding more blood than he could number, he got treasures that were a meaningless drop in the bucket.
Sylas was rarely furious. If they had just taken his Gene, he would note them down on a list to be killed, but he wouldn’t feel like this.
But they had dared to act like they were doing him a favor, saying that he wouldn’t be able to absorb a Legendary Gene anyway with his strength.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Sylas’ hair danced in the air.
