Genetic Ascension

Chapter 849  Unbridled Confidence

Beads of sweat fell from Sylasʼ brows. Or rather, they would have had it not been for the fact his head seemed to overheat to the point of evaporating them instantly.

All Astrid and Malachi could see was an impenetrable shield constantly protecting him, but what they couldnʼt see was the fact that Sylas was continuously drawing again and again.

These short burst drawings lasted for no more than split moments even to Sylasʼ slowed perception, and each one took another huge chunk out of his Mental.

But Sylas was no less than a machine.

Every line, every stroke, every foundation was just a little bit more perfect, just a little bit closer to what he needed.

And then he crossed Breath Mastery and he saw the other side.

Sylasʼ gaze sharpened. This wasnʼt good.

There was a very big elephant in the room right now that he had yet to confront.

Just how many foundations were in a Gene Talent Rune?

The complexity of a Rune was usually decided by the number of foundations, and from Sylasʼ understanding, the pinnacle of complexity for an F-Grade Rune was 100 foundations.

But Gene Runes already felt unfathomable to Sylas, so how much more complicated were Gene Talent Runes? But if they were both at 100 foundations, then what was the difference between them?

That was when he realized that his Gene Talent Rune wasnʼt 100 foundations at all. It was a mere 10.

10 foundations.

Just 10.

Wait, was it even that many? Or could it be even less than that?

This should have been a good thing, but Sylas immediately realized that this was anything but. That was because it opened himself up to a question that he hadnʼt even known to consider until now.

If foundations werenʼt what made them so complicated, then what was it? Was it really just a matter of a perfect, 100% mastery drawing? Or was there something deeper?

It didnʼt take Sylas long to realize that it was a combination of the two, and the latter of them was where the crux of his problem lay, even if he had yet to confirm he could accomplish the former.

The Mesh of Reality.

There was something particularly special about the foundations used here, unique from any Rune Language that Sylas had ever seen, so much so that he couldnʼt describe them even through Ancient Ithkuil.

As he tried to organize them in his mind, he found himself practically short-circuiting and reverting back to his native tongue. When in doubt, he couldnʼt even begin to describe his own confusion.

Sylas ran into a wall.

The blades were coming faster and sharper, to the point that they were beginning to carry some decent pace even within Sylasʼ slowed perception.

By this point, Malachi and Astrid could only focus on themselves. They werenʼt dealing with the blades one by one like Sylas was. Instead, they were deploying blanket domains in one direction, continuously clashing with whatever came.

Sylas didnʼt have the luxury to do this because not only would it destroy his Blade Aura Gene Talent even faster, it would also make it more difficult to study it and practice.

He had to balance activating it and using the brief instances where it was off to observe and attempt to draw some more.

But now, he was in a lull, and the challenges only seemed to be coming heavier and faster.

It also wasnʼt lost on Sylas that this was almost certainly just the first of many challenges in this so-called Destiny Quest. He was already at a disadvantage with a poor Blade Aura Gene Talent; if he couldnʼt even break free of this…

These were all thoughts he should probably be having. But something just felt… different right now.

He recalled the first time he hit a wall, that pathetic showing in the depths of the volcano his mind refused to let him forget. He recalled just how many times he had run into a wall, again and again.

It always came with the same emotions.

Doubt. Anger. Unwillingness.

He didnʼt feel that today.

He just felt… focus.

ʼThis feeling. It feels exactly like when I couldnʼt comprehend Demonic Runes no matter how hard I tried…ʼ

Was there another Will out there? A Third Will type, outside of his normal Will and Demonic Will, that he would need to comprehend something like this?

Sylasʼ mind jumped and danced agilely around the problem. His thoughts hadnʼt felt so free, so unfettered since he was a child. There was a bubbling, unbridled confidence rumbling through his chest, and every deduction he made only made the next come faster, smoother.

ʼNo.ʼ

A darkness pulsed in one of Sylasʼ eyes, the other blazing with a bright green. A shimmering emerald and a deathly blackened green.

ʼHow fascinating…ʼ

Sylas could finally see it now. As much as the system seemed to hate Demons…

It couldnʼt do anything without them.

Sylasʼ Wills clashed and everything changed.

Breath Mastery.

He realized now that what he previously thought was 40% Mastery was nothing more than a facade, a fake; he hadnʼt been close at all. But this, this was exactly the feeling.

But he only remained there for a moment. His accumulated understanding and deductions began to accelerate his progress. At the same time, his shocking memory came into play as he perfectly recalled Luciusʼ Blade Aura Gene Talent before it was sacrificed to his Gene Talent Crystal.

With a complete Gene Talent as a template, perfectly comprehending his incomplete Gene Talent became easier and easier, and he crossed 50% Mastery.

And then 60%.

Sylas began to use his abilities to repair his Gene Talent Rune directly, and though this wasnʼt a perfect repair, it still managed to slow the deterioration considerably.

At the same time, reaching Soul Mastery made him more efficient in wielding his Gene Talent Rune, causing the damage it suffered to lessen as well.

He could feel it. His progress was still accelerating.

And then it happened.

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