Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1434: Milky Way Horizon

The cannon seemed to wink out, and the aura blazing over from a distance came to a stop.

The voice never appeared, and their question was only rhetorical, and yet it seemed to stop everything. There was no need for a warning, no need for a reprimand. In fact, he had already disappeared by the time the last of its words echoed, as though it already knew what the result would be the moment it spoke.

Sylas looked up to the skies for a long while, before his gaze shifted, landing on an inconspicuous shape in the distance.

It looked like three blocks of black rectangular prisms stacked together—one lengthwise and the other two across its width. Of the latter two, one was stacked near the front and across the top, while the latter was stacked near the back and across the bottom.

It didnʼt look like it followed any sort of aerodynamic physics at all, and yet Sylas came to a shocking realization.

Until the moment he had looked for it, he hadnʼt realized that ship was there at all. And no matter how long he stared at it, his depth perception couldnʼt pinpoint whether it was an armʼs length away, or a moonʼs length away.

After a while, he removed his foot from Heralzʼs head, looking up to the C-tier that had been blazing a path forward to protect his charge. He, too, was red-skinned and carried a pair of goggles with him. However, it was clear that despite his strength, he didnʼt dare to go against that voice either.

ʼWas that really a C-tier?ʼ Sylas wondered to himself. But he didnʼt glance back at Heralz as he continued his walk toward the stone in the distance.

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In the depths of a ship, a middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. He looked completely and utterly human except for one thing… the whites of his eyes were painted black, his irises flickering with a crimson light.

”He found me?”

The middle-aged man tilted his head to the side for a moment before he shook his head.

No. Sylas didnʼt find him. He found the ship. Not nearly as impressive, but shocking nonetheless since he didnʼt know what he was looking for. Sylas then deduced that it was highly likely the voice had come from here.

”How fascinating. I wonder if I should let him into this round or if I should observe some more… Hm?”

The middle-aged manʼs eyes flickered as he saw something.

Sylas had certainly gotten much better at hiding it, but the eyes of the middle-aged man couldnʼt be as easily fooled as others.

”Unprotected Royal Line… but I canʼt see the exact grade, how fascinating. His Will can hide things from me? Or is it a treasure of some sort?”

After making a mistake once, Sylas would be highly unlikely to commit it again.

The important people there that day had all died, slaughtered either by Sylas or Old Brama himself, while everyone else were lower commoners.

Of course, they could still spread the information, but no one knew who Sylas Grimblade even was back then, and there was no way to identify him.

After that, Sylas had found a method to hide it, half relying on his Will, and another half relying on the Scorned Wraps. What the Scorned Wraps did best was break the rules of the system, and the Royal Line was something gifted by the system.

Sylas was able to more or less use the Scorned Wraps to separate himself from his Royal Line a bit, making it seem as though it wasnʼt truly a part of him and making it much harder to detect.

After the system announced Sylas had a Royal Hero Line, the connection was still not made because no one would assume it was unprotected. Unprotected Genes and Lines were unheard of even in the Milky Way Sector.

And yet, it couldnʼt escape this manʼs senses.

Sylasʼ intuition was right after all. He was no C-tier.

”Hm?”

…

Sylas felt an uncomfortable itch on the back of his neck as though he was being observed, but he couldnʼt pinpoint where it was coming from. However, he had a more than good enough guess.

Why this person was still observing him, he didnʼt know. But he also didnʼt like it.

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[Would you like to register for the next opening?]

[Yes][No]

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Sylasʼ gaze flickered.

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[Yes]

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There was a whirr and then something odd appeared.

ʼHm?ʼ

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[Entry Requirements]

[Race: C+][Sector: Grade 1 Gold][Stats: 20 000 Physical; 20 000 Mental] —

ʼWhatʼs a C+ Race?ʼ

It didnʼt seem like the nomenclature the system used at all… until Sylas understood.

This wasnʼt the nomenclature of the system in the first place. It was something put here by others.

Sylas pressed a hand forward when he understood this. The Scorned Wraps, having been hidden from view for a long while now, suddenly returned.

Chi.

The planet rumbled as though those watching the scene from afar were alerted to what was going on. However, it was already too late.

The ”system” prompt shattered to pieces, burned to ash by the presence of the Scorned Wraps.

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[Would you like to register for the next opening?]

[Yes][No]

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[Yes]

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[You are the first to register and have the right to immediately challenge for Champion. Would you like to?] [Yes][No]

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Sylas raised an eyebrow. It seemed that whatever he had done had erased the entire waiting list that came before him.

But then there was a blinding flash of red light.

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[Primus Imperium Detected]

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The question was wiped away before Sylas even got the chance to ask, his Primus Imperium Crown appeared above his head in the form of a ring of broken, bloodied swords.

The red pillar of light only became more crimson.

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[Welcome, Champion of the Milky Way Horizon]

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[Empyrean-Wide Announcement]

[Your Champion has been selected. There are 11 slots remaining to be filled. Challenge for the position of Champion or the position of Knight] [Time Remaining: 00:23:59:59]