Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1651 TELL ME NOW

Elbrum took a strong step back. He thought he had stabilized himself, but he took another, the ground shaking beneath him as he refused to take a third.

His forearm blocked before his face. Deep inside, he felt something curling up and retreating, his bloodline fading beneath a clearly superior might.

The aura of a Legendary Royal Hero Lineʼs Progenitor stood before him.

Ekear looked over toward Sylas, surprise evident in his own eyes. He knew something about Sylas no one else here did. He knew he was from a Summoned World.

How the hell did a Summoned World birth an A-Grade Race already?

One shouldnʼt mistake the attention the First Race of Earth received for a reflection of the stats of their Race Grade. The Clypsians and Dogons had as much, if not more, potential than any Race currently present, but they had still been F-Grade.

The potential for growth a Race had didnʼt often reflect in their immediate Grade, and the closer to the Summoning they were, the more chances they had to improve.

For a Race to reach A-Grade just a mere handful of years after the Summoning, what the hell did this mean for their potential?

What Ekear didnʼt know was that the Grimblades had no such potential. They were humans. Their advantages started and ended with the fact that they were a blank canvas Race, one that was capable of taking any path forward.

So-called blank canvas Races werenʼt very rare. The Jade Race was also considered a blank canvas Race. The difference was that they had evolved so far beyond humans that they were capable of making this blank canvas state a strength rather than a weakness.

Races like the Clypsians and Dogons that were born with very clear and certain advantages from the start were more limited in what paths they could take, but were far more powerful for it nonetheless.

Sylas wasnʼt as lucky as them. Not only was he a member of one of the weakest blank canvas Races, he didnʼt get to choose his own path either. That had been set for him by the Grimblade Ancestors before him. And his grandfather made it worse by marrying someone who didnʼt match the template they were trying to build for their future.

It could be said that not only did Sylas not have any advantage at his birth based on Race alone, he had disadvantages instead. He would have been considered a cripple had he not been born on a Summoned World.

Yet now he was standing before a Spirit Beast, asking them what made them so arrogant to believe that his Race was converging onto theirs when he had already surpassed them.

Elbrum finally stabilized himself. He looked ahead in shock, not quite able to understand what he was seeing or feeling before him.

Just how much had Sylas been holding back, exactly? And why was an A-Grade Race in the 073 Sanctum?

Elbrumʼs eyes widened. Could it be?!

His mind immediately jumped to the Thryskai. There were countless numbers of them infiltrating their branches in big and small ways, and the reason for why didnʼt seem obvious even to him.

But given how close Sylas was to Demi-God, could it be that his Race was actually trying to take up the final spot?

No, there was just no way.

Trying to do something like that would be the equivalent of pissing off all seven God Thryskai Clans, let alone the six remaining Thryskai Demi-God Clans.

It was suicide. Who the hell would try something like that?

No, no...

Fear was written all over Elbrumʼs face.

If there really was a Race that dared to do that, could they be the subordinates of a God Clan trying to encroach onto Thryskai territory? Had Sylas come from an entirely separate Heaven, one under the power of a different Race of Gods?

What had he gotten himself into?

Thinking back to how Sylas slaughtered those Thryskai, the gruesome carelessness he did it all with, it felt like the story was only becoming more and more real in Sylasʼ head.

”If I wanted to become a Demi-God, I would have already. As much as I hate the Thryskai, I am not strong enough to fight them,” Sylas said indifferently. ”I only came here for one reason and one reason only. What youʼve done to Gralith is unacceptable.”

Ekearʼs brows twitched, but this time, he couldnʼt bring himself to correct Sylasʼ method of referring to their master. Clearly, Sylas didnʼt have any intention of ever calling Gralith ʼmaster,ʼ and at this point, Ekear was just going to have to accept that.

”You...”

Sylasʼ gaze was still high in the air as though he was waiting on something. Elbrum was so focused on him he didnʼt seem to notice that not a single word was being transmitted outside of their immediate circle, as though it was falling into an abyss of senses.

”There is one more reason Iʼve spoken so much with you,” Sylas said. ”I canʼt wait to wipe the Emperor Sanctum from the face of existence, but once again, Iʼm still not strong enough. Iʼve decided itʼs not enough for you to suffer when the time comes. I think it would be better for you to squirm now. It should tide you over between now and when I touch down.”

Sylas finally looked down from the skies and met Elbrumʼs gaze.

”Convergent, you say... I wonder what the Thryskai would think about that?”

Elbrumʼs pupils trembled.

”What do you mean by that?”

Sylas didnʼt reply, continuing to stare at him.

”WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! TELL ME NOW!”

He roared, his aura violently pulsing out in waves.

Sylas still didnʼt say a single word. He was finished with speaking. He had done enough of that today.

Honestly, he had Elbrum to thank. He had been wondering how he would wrap this up with a nice bow, and he had just given him a reason on a silver platter.

Chi.

The entire dome of the world shattered.