Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1760: Change of Plans

Sylas had never really cared about Old Bramaʼs mech inheritance. As amazing as it seemed, he had never had any interest in the usual secondary Professions.

He was confident that if he truly wanted to-whether it was becoming the best of elixir makers, or blacksmiths, or anything of the like it was only a matter of time and effort on his part. There wasnʼt anything he felt he was unable to achieve.

However, he had his hands full with many other things. Plus, his Scorned Wraps had always restricted him a great deal. He hadnʼt even been able to use Andromeda in battle without his Scorned Wraps reacting back then.

Now, this situation was obviously different. But Sylas still had no desire for it. As far as he was concerned, it was a waste of time. There were far more efficient ways to increase his strength than sinking his time into professions that would drain his funds.

Plus, as a Rune Master, he was already building a foundation that could expand into any Profession he wanted to, since Rune Mastery was the foundation of every secondary Profession there was in some way, shape, or fashion.

But now Sylas had decided that he would be taking Old Bramaʼs inheritance.

The difference was that rather than asking Old Brama to teach him like Alexi, he directly asked for its origin.

This was something Sylas had noticed long ago. He had been across many locations in the universe now, but he hadnʼt seen anyone use Old Bramaʼs methods. This was peculiar.

Sylas had expected that he would at least see some measure of things like Old Bramaʼs mechs when he went to the Weaver Guild, but he didnʼt see anything there at all.

Then Sylas thought about how Old Brama was originally working so hard on Andromeda because he thought it would be the secret to clearing their personal hidden world.

The intricacies of the importance of Spacetime affinity and successfully surviving that world wasnʼt something Sylas had forgotten. In fact, it was a huge part of his plans for the future of that world, though he had yet to execute on it.

It was just that at this point... Sylas hadnʼt thought he needed Andromeda. And since he hadnʼt been able to use it in battle anyway, he had never had the desire to improve it.

But now this matter would make or break his future, so he had to.

The question was... how long would it take him to improve to the point he could craft something better than Andromeda?

The answer to that question was: not long at all.

This wasnʼt because Sylas would surpass Old Brama by that much, though that was, in part, going to be a factor in the equation. The truth of it was that Sylas simply had far better resources than Old Brama did.

After all, he had an A-tier who had loaded him up with resources. He had left most of them, but getting Fanelei to send them his way was only a matter of a message.

However, he didnʼt need to go so far.

ʼLetʼs return,ʼ Sylas said.

There was one more thing he needed to make this work...

He needed to be home.

If he didnʼt take advantage of his Progenitor Status here, wouldnʼt he be doing himself a disservice?

A fist landed on Sylasʼ chest, hard and heavy. It was quickly followed up by a swift knee to the nuts. Or, rather, it tried.

The fist was entirely ignored. As for the knee, Sylas blocked it with a palm before he landed, softly patting it.

”A fucking thumbs-up, Sylas Grimblade?! Do you have any idea what the last few weeks have been like?!”

Cassarae had spent all her time trying to find Olivia and the others after they had been shipped out into the void. It was a time-sensitive matter, and if she left them out there for too long, they would die once they ran out of supplies.

Back when they had to escape from a certain Leava Clan bastard, they had been forced to scatter, and Cassarae had ultimately been forced to stay behind.

She had managed to stall for just protracted enough to make it to the Milky Way and be protected by their borders. But the others hadnʼt been so lucky, especially since not all of them were from the Milky Way.

However, Sylas had gone radio silent.

The 001 Sanctum was already back, and that was clearly a great success. But Sylas hadnʼt seemed to have come back with them.

Originally, she had expected Sylas to be gone for much longer, so she had been prepping to deal with Earthʼs completed Summoning on her own. But when Sylas didnʼt return to her, she thought something terrible had happened.

Because of their connection, though, she knew he was alive, and she was also aware of every time he was wrapped up in some insane Quest or Quicktime Event.

She didnʼt know exactly what happened, but she had felt enough through their marriage to know that he had probably gone off and done something stupid again.

Just as she was about to go on another tirade, Sylas lifted up her chin and gave her a kiss.

”We have important things to do.”

”Donʼt think you can just wave things away with a kiss. I hate you.”

”Mm.” Sylas nodded. ”What do you know about the Seeing Eye Guild?”

”Seeing Eye Guild...? Nothing,” Cassarae said.

Sylas nodded slowly. It seemed he had been thinking too much. Either that, or the connection between the Petals of the Seeing Thorn and the Seeing Eye Guild was so high up there wouldnʼt be an easy way to connect them at Cassaraeʼs level.

”Never mind, then. Have you established the city yet?”

”NO, YOU DICK!” Cassarae started to rev her engines again. ”I thought you were back and something happened to

you.”

”Well, from where I was, answering your messages was a bit... difficult. But you did the right thing. Thereʼs been a change of plans.”