Genetic Ascension - Chapter 2043: Seraveth

Chapter 2043: Seraveth

There was an impotence of fury in the layered voice that went beyond just the tone itself. It was like Earth was practically reacting to its very core.

Sylas’ eyes narrowed.

Why was his world reacting so fiercely to that of someone else?

This wasn’t a small matter in the slightest. He raised a foot and lightly pressed it down. Only then was Earth forcefully stabilized and the voice was abruptly cut off.

The rotating figure of black’s head slowly lowered from its shout toward the skies. For the first time, it seemed to really be looking at Sylas.

Really looking at him.

There were, indeed, levels to a Progenitor, levels that Sylas had already stumbled onto.

The weakest Progenitors simply existed, grasping things as they came but not taking a truly active role.

By comparison, Progenitors like Sylas were different. They didn’t just passively wait for an understanding of the world to come to them. Instead, he took matters into his own hands, controlling and wielding it like a weapon.

Like Sylas had said, his comprehension of Earth had already reached a Bronze Tier of understanding. The peak was theoretically Gold since Earth was likewise a Gold World.

This gave him far more understanding of Earth than most would.

If Sylas had to guess, even without producing a Progenitor, the understanding of Earth-the true Earth-the First Race had passed along was likely beyond what Sylas had accomplished to now.

But because they failed the Summoning, they hadn’t been able to allow Earth a true Progenitor.

Even so, the understanding they had remained, and it seemed that even while not actively trying to take control of Earth, the fury of the figure alone had been able to move his world.

That meant… if there was a perfect combination formed by the First Race—a combination that included enough personal strength and great enough understanding… Sylas wasn’t as invulnerable on Earth as he thought.

Based on what he had just sensed from the figure, if they were D-tier he might very well lose the battle right here on Earth. And that assessment was not something Sylas liked in the slightest.

If they were C-tier, he stood no chance.

By comparison, the current Sylas was sure that there was no one in the Thryskai Heaven’s Mortal Realm that could defeat him while he was on Earth now. For a member of the First Race to have such a chance at the mere D-tier… It seemed that he was going to have to prepare a great deal.

As for this Seraveth, he had a feeling that he was going to be learning about who it was very soon.

“Will you take a task, Sylas Grimblade?” the voice asked.

“You want me to save your people from your own people while they will likely attack me? Why would I do that?”

A dangerous aura radiated from the figure, but it didn’t speak immediately.

Sylas’ expression didn’t even change. He could guess what was happening.

There was no perfect monolith in existence. Outside of his own lack of care for the other people of Earth, this was another reason why Sylas had no interest in building a unified coalition of people.

Eventually, things would break, things would fester. The more powerful he grew, the longer periods of time he would have to spend away from Earth, and the more chances there would be for mistakes to happen as a result.

It was one thing if he was betrayed by people he hadn’t invested much in. It was a completely separate matter to aid someone in getting strong and then drop a boulder on your own feet.

That was something that Sylas had no desire to do.

For the First Race, given the amount of pressure they were facing, and how large Earth was, how could they all have a unified view of how to move forward into the future?

If there were decoys and contingency plans, as well as real plans, why would there only be one or two? Maybe there were four, five, or even more.

This was clearly a talented Race of people. They would definitely be led by more than one person.

And now that Sylas knew how much control over Earth the First Race had without even reaching Progenitor status, he found it hard to believe that Legacy would be able to easily open up a portal to the Demon World without them knowing.

All of these matters were clearly intertwined and related, and maybe Arcane Madness only decided to place its legacy here precisely because of the intertwining of Demon and Real.

“Seraveth is the Hell Creation.” The figure said slowly.

Sylas’ eyes narrowed.

“We are the Heaven and Fathomless Creations.”

This time, Sylas’ pupils constricted and a picture began to form in his mind. He had assumed that the First Race had only unearthed one path to the peak of Rune Mastery, but it seemed that in truth, they had actually unearthed all three of them.

“Our First Race was separated into the Hell Clan, the Heaven Clan, and the Fathomless Clan. However, when we left Earth, we had to change our names to obscure the Will attached to them. I will not tell you those names, but I’m sure that you can guess.

“Each of us had our own ideas of how to progress forward, but we were working together. Seraveth felt that the best way to escape the oppression of the Mortal Realm was to find a path in the Demon World. The problem is that while we could nibble around the edges to find progress, most of these plans ended in failure. The death rate was over 99%.

“But he was convinced that this was the only way to move forward.

“If there exists a Half Demon Hybrid in your midst now, then it can only mean that at some point, billions of your population died not at the hands of the Summoning or enemies, but instead at the hands of your own Ancestors.

“And after sacrificing so much, it means that of our descendants, the Hell Clan is certainly the weakest right now, and Seraveth isn’t the sort to take things in silence.

“While there is some hope that the descendants of our Heaven and Fathomless Clans might choose to work with you instead of against you, those of the Hell Clan will seek to sow chaos and reclaim what is theirs.

“Because their path is inherently a wasteful one that requires blood and lives.”

Images of Alex taking large bites out of his arm flashed in Sylas’ mind.