Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1911 Estimations

Chapter 1911: Estimations

Sylas exhaled a breath.

This decision of his made several things more complicated, and he wouldn’t just be able to burn anything in his way anymore. It was especially troubling not because of revenge, or lack thereof.

The main problem was that if he wanted to become a Progenitor of this place, he needed to truly establish himself in the Emperor Sanctum. The moment he made that choice, he would be tied down to it.

For obvious reasons, that was a huge problem. That was because there was war coming very soon, and even before that powder keg exploded, the Seeing Eye Guild would want nothing more than to see his head on a platter.

How would he protect the Emperor Sanctum enough on one hand, and yet also manage to deal with powers far beyond him?

There was only one possibility.

The Weaver Guild.

But even if he somehow managed to fully bring the Weaver Guild under his thumb and use them as a pawn to protect the Emperor Sanctum for long enough for him to get what he wanted, the Weaver Guild was no match for any one of the top three Thryskai Clans. Any one of the Buri, Sona, or Purvon could deal with them, let alone if Sylas gave them enough reason to band together.

This choice wasn’t just a simple matter of deciding to play nice with the Emperor Sanctum. It was practically suicide.

“Okay.”

Sylas said the one word with the calm of a man willing to weather any wave.

Every step forward would only grow harder. He had been under the radar all this time, and he had benefited from it until now. But there now wasn’t a single person of the Mortal Realm worth much of anything who didn’t know his name and his face.

There would be no flying under the radar anymore.

How ironic. He had formed his own personal city within his Hibernation Realm because he had no desire to be strapped down to a location or raise a power.

It seemed that his hand was being forced now.

But when Sylas made a choice, he didn’t hesitate.

The Madness Key was the reason he was able to stand here. It was the secret tool that was behind so much of his success.

It wasn’t that he detected that he couldn’t succeed without it, but instead that he wasn’t foolish enough to believe he could have accomplished so much, so swiftly, without it.

This treasure would only accelerate things further.

As his enemies adjusted to his skill, his talent, the sheer anomaly that he was, he needed to ensure that he not only improved, but improved faster than they could keep up with.

He had already known this before he stepped foot in the Emperor Sanctum. That was why he had given them a chance in the first place.

He knew they wouldn’t lie down and just accept their death, and that they might have secrets that interested him.

It seemed they had outdone even his expectations.

Sylas took a step forward and crossed a large distance in single movements. He didn’t look back toward the disciples who were likely still watching him; he was trying to get used to the laws in this place.

After a few seconds, he came to another stop.

‘Evasion and escape will be very easy. But converting this power to attack will be very difficult. The world is willing to allow me to rearrange it, but that is a product of how unstable it is. It would be hard for me to use that instability to attack without sufficient preparation.

‘But, if I can set up a trap, there would be no issue even if I had to kill an A-tier in this place.’

Sylas spent an entire three hours like this. Despite his speed, he never made it to the end of this world. It was just a piece of another world, and yet it was far vaster than Earth could fathom.

From his estimations, it might even have a surface area rivaling that of a star.

Still, he had established his own personal understanding after those three hours, and his new plan fully formed in his head.

It was split into three prongs.