Genetic Ascension - Chapter 2044: Trembled [Bonus]

Chapter 2044: Trembled [Bonus]

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Sylas stayed silent for a long while.

The bite that Alex had taken out of him wasn’t normal. If it was a simple matter of just flesh and blood, as people who had reached the pinnacle of Rune Mastery, the First Race could have formed an endless supply of it.

The real issue was the fact that Alex had also taken a large amount of his Will to replenish his own. And at that moment, Sylas could even tell that had Alex not restrained himself, he would have just continued to endlessly consume.

The fact Alex had enough self-control to not go that far was probably why he was still alive, but it also went to show just how strong his Will was.

Alex claimed that his Will level was still low because Sylas didn’t allow him to complete any feats. But was his Demonic Will level also just as low?

It seemed that the answer to that question was no.

Sylas didn’t actually mind that Alex was still hiding things from him. He would certainly still hide things from Alex, at least the things that he didn’t want to have out in the open.

Whether they would be the strongest of allies now… only time would tell.

Making friends wasn’t exactly Sylas’ strong suit, not because he didn’t have the social capacity to do so, but because he had never really found anyone worth being a friend to.

For Yamero and Alex to both suddenly decide to be so intriguing to him at the same time… it almost felt like Nosphaleen was plucking strings.

It wasn’t lost on Sylas the sort of face she had made when Yamero appeared. There was little she could do that he wouldn’t pick up on or notice, whether that was because of his attention to detail or the fact her mind was quite literally an open book to him as a Contract.

Now, however… she was no such thing anymore, and her current situation was unknown to him.

What he did know, though, was that if his enemies wanted to use her against him, he would be sure they never raised their heads again.

“I’ll do whatever I see fit.” Sylas replied calmly, his tone completely non-committal.

The story Heaven and Fathomless were telling him was clearly an attempt to tell him that the Hell Clan was also his enemy. But as far as Sylas was concerned, if it best suited him, he wouldn’t care to align with the Hell Clan against the Heaven and Fathomless.

The idea that only the Heaven and Fathomless Clans would be inclined to work with him was asinine. How could these two possibly know that?

If they had the ability to monitor their Clans, they wouldn’t be so vague in their assurances.

The shadow fell into silence.

“Do you understand, Sylas Grimblade, that we still have the ability to kill you here?”

Sylas didn’t so much as flinch.

“Do your best.”

A pressure descended from above and Sylas felt his knees nearly collapse on impact. But this was clearly not the strongest of what these two were capable of.

They pressed, and then pressed further, the pressure slowly increasing.

When the strong faced the weak, there was a point of diminishing returns. After a certain threshold was reached, there was only so much that a weak person could understand about how strong a powerful individual was.

How powerful was someone who was unfathomable? And how much more powerful did you have to be to be unfathomable to someone who was even more powerful than that? What of someone who was unfathomable to an individual who would have already been unfathomable to Sylas?

The only way to rectify that was a slow increase in strength, a pressure that started off impossible to fight against, and yet only increased steadily with every passing moment.

Yet, Sylas continued to stand there as the joints of his knees creaked into one another, his spinal discs squishing down into a painful mesh that sent jolts of electricity through his entire body.

The shuddering might felt completely endless and violent. Like a tsunami stacking atop a tsunami.

“We can kill you whenever we so decide, Sylas Grimblade.” They spoke as the pressure increased. “We do not, not because we cannot, and not because Earth would stop us, but because we do not want to lose you. You are our descendant much the same way our Heaven and Fathomless Clans are. You have followed the Fathomless Path to reach the level you have, and we are in awe of your accomplishments by your lonesome.

“But we cannot, and will not, allow you to be willful. We are the God Race. All of us. To reach our full potential, everyone must do their part. Seraveth has not. We cannot allow you to do the same.”

Sylas listened to their words without a reply, his hands clasped behind his back.

“We are willing to reward you, to make it so that by the time our family arrives, you will have the capital to stand toe to toe with them, but that will require an Oath on your part.

“We will not accept anything less.”

Sylas’ gaze slowly shifted away from Heaven and Fathomless. His expression was still unreadable as he bent down.

For a moment, it looked like he was going to kneel and a bit of the pressure even released as though the black figure was trying to say this wasn’t what they were asking for.

But instead, Sylas squatted on the tips of his toes, grazing a hand along the black rock of the tall mountain.

‘As expected.’

Sylas nodded to himself.

This material, it was the very same material used to forge the Obelisk and the Genesis Forge. But it was somehow both real, and yet a projection at the same time.

This material must be somewhere hidden on Earth. And if Sylas was correct, it was likely to be the most valuable material in the entire world, maybe even the entire universe.

‘It would be nice to craft a scythe out of this. Now, the question is… where are they hiding it?’

The mountain trembled.