Genetic Ascension - Chapter 1968: Quite [Bonus]

Chapter 1968: Quite [Bonus]

Chapter 1968

[Bonus chapters thanks to Enki40 :)]

The Dino Race represented three paths that were separated, forming into three different Races. The true, original dinosaurs, the homosapiens, and then there was just one more… The problem was that this third path was a fantasy. This version of the dinosaurs didn’t exist, so why was it here?

Or was it?

There were two ways you could look at this scheme of Divergent Evolution.

One way was that the First Race took it upon itself to document these divergents and then combine them in order to hide their true purpose: reforming themselves.

Or, they had created each one of the Divergencies on purpose in order to hide the very same thing.

Of course, if both of these ways were possible, there was a third…

And that was a combination of the two of them.

The Angel Beasts appeared naturally, almost assuredly so. The cavemen likely did as well. The Human Race was so common across the galaxy that they were probably considered the simplest of the Races to birth. Even if these cavemen weren’t destined to remain Human and would become some other form of Humanoid in the future, they were definitely the starting spot regardless.

However, this scaled dinosaur Race… as far as Human intelligence was concerned… had never existed at all.

So, again. Why was it here?

Sylas’ eyes continued to dart around, memorizing one Rune after another in a relentless pursuit of trying to grasp something that existed just outside his grasp.

No… Sylas already understood the why in terms of what purpose it served. What he didn’t understand was why it specifically. Why this form?

Wills bombarded him and blood began to leak out of his orifices.

But that somehow became the exact trigger he needed.

He had heard so much about legends that should have been kept to the fantasy books alone.

How many times already had he seen something appear in the wider universe he could have sworn was just a myth of Earth?

The Greed of Scorpions? The Monkey King? Zeus?

Why did Earth have legends about these things that existed in the wider universe when they shouldn’t have?

Wills.

Wills proliferated, they moved through the Mesh of Reality, subtly influencing even worlds that hadn’t completed their Summonings yet. For a world as powerful as Earth’s, they were even more sensitive to it than others would be.

Somehow, the vision of dinosaurs in everyone’s mind on Earth were these behemoths, these scaled creatures with solid bones and earth quaking steps.

Their legend had seeped into their media so much that even though scientists had been talking about them being feathered for centuries by the time Sylas was born, no one gave a damn. Depictions in movies, in media, in common day to day life, kept the same lizard creatures.

Even Sylas, when he saw the Dino Race for the first time, didn’t question why they were scaled at all. It was so ingrained into him that he didn’t give it a second thought.

The dinosaurs… they had become the symbol of fleeting power to the people of Earth, a reminder of just how small they were in the grand scheme. Even with how powerful the dinosaurs had been, how large, how imposing and scary rather than elegant and beautiful, they were still wiped out on a whim.

The First Race wasn’t trying to gain some special advantage. They were imprinting a reminder into their very bones.

To survive, to scratch and claw, to remember that any day could be their last and to not only not take it for granted, but to prepare for it.

It was a message, but it was also a strong-willed power.

One that resonated even in museums where nothing but bone propped up by steel cables remained.

Sylas’ gaze flashed and a black halo appeared above his head, flickering with flames of chaos.

Yes, the dinosaurs famous on Earth were fused in order to hide the Angel Beasts, but this secondary function was arguably even more prominent.

It seemed to fuse within it the tears of a Race long since passed.

At that moment, Sylas had his answer as to whether the First Race wanted to covet and take his body or if they wanted a chance to live again.

It couldn’t have been clearer or more obvious.

‘Any moment… any day… it could all be over in a blink… this isn’t just about any natural disaster…’

Sylas looked up into the skies as though Wills weren’t continuously bombarding him. The irony was that meteors were still falling from above, still crashing continuously against the formation, still waiting for just the slightest slip up to destroy everything in sight.

‘This is about the ceiling… they saw it.’

BOOM.

Sylas’ Will rocked and the bird and lizard were all forced into one being. An Armor with a crown of feathers and rainbow wings appeared to Sylas’ back.

It shattered and then an E-tier Armor formed. Then it shattered and then an F-tier Armor formed.

Each one came with a Legendary Gene more resplendent than the last, but this time, Sylas didn’t ignore it.

He reached forward, taking the Legendary D-tier Gene that hovered in front of him and allowing it to fuse right into his body.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The bird and lizard Emperors all shook, an astonishing amount of strength radiating out from their bodies. But this time, they not only felt a stronger connection to a Will more powerful than any they had ever sensed before, but they could also feel a stronger connection to Sylas… To Earth.

To the Milky Way.

Sylas exhaled a heavy breath. By this point, more than 70% of The Sanctum had been evolved, but those that remained were amongst the hardest and those he had the most expectations of.

The Ape and the Serpent… the Whale, especially for Nosphaleen.

And the Scorpion. He had not forgotten about them in the slightest.

However, Sylas was already huffing for breath. The tides of the battle seemed to have completely shifted. It was practically an all-out massacre.

The vanguard of their enemies was just a horde of C- and B-Grade Races. Compared to what the Emperors had become now, they were lambs to slaughter.

It was just that Sylas knew this wasn’t the end. They were waiting to tire him out and he had gone and done it to himself.

Sylas was taking a deep breath when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

“That’s quite the Will you’re giving off, there. What do you say to making one of those fancy Rune Armors for me too?”

Sylas hadn’t even sensed the approach.