Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1785: Two Obvious Reasons

Sylas closed his eyes. Veins bulged along his forehead, but his focus didnʼt waver in the slightest.

He allowed the floodgates of the Call of the Titan to open wide, and after being held back for so very long, it all rammed into him in a single go.

This would be his last gasp. He knew that after delaying it for so long, Call of the Titan would have already completed its communication with the wider universe, and all the details of Reaper Sealwright would have long been at his fingertips.

Thanks to this, he had more wiggle room in using the crimson lightning, as Call of the Titan had already completed its function for the most part. But he didnʼt relax, nor did he calm.

Now, everything would be decided in a single moment, a single instant of time.

And then the world fell into silence.

The Omnimous didnʼt say anything, even as the lights of the ship fluctuated wildly before going out entirely.

All that was left was mostly silence...

And the not-so-subtle cadence of Sylasʼ breath.

ʼHe survived,ʼ the Omnimous thought to itself. ʼBut I wonder if heʼs aware of the reason why...ʼ

Sylasʼ methods were ingenious, but with this method, there was only a 30% chance of survival. Compared to the original better-than-90% odds he had had, this was a pitiful number-though more than others could ever hope for.

To be an F-tier and yet incorporate the full scope of a Profession of such extreme power in a single go... it could only be said that Sylas was one of one.

Maybe there were other F-tiers capable of such a thing, but they would certainly be born in much more powerful societies, and if so, they would almost certainly receive the help of Gods far more powerful than any help Sylas had access to.

However, even with its limited scope of calculation abilities in its current state, the Omnimous was fairly certain of one thing: Sylasʼ odds werenʼt 30%-they had been more like 70%.

His mind... it was far more elastic than any mind it had ever seen.

Well... it didnʼt have the memories to compare properly. But at least in this Chaos Epoch, he was the best it had

come across.

Even now, Sylasʼ mind was such a chaotic mess of information that the Omnimous couldnʼt make out exactly what Sylas himself was thinking. As for Sylas, his mind was already elsewhere.

[Name: Sylas Grimblade]

[Species: Human Simioid (A)]

[Affiliation: Legacy 7777; Progenitor of Earth; Golden Grove Elder; Beast Warlord Sanctum 001; Emperor Sanctum Monkey King] [Class: Glassborn Cryst Emperor (Legendary (F))]

[Class: Chaotic Sovereign (Legendary (F))]

[Profession: Vipermancer (Silver (E))]

[Profession: Runeweaver (DDD+)]

[Profession: Reaper Sealwright (Legendary (F))]

[Level: 50]

[Coins: 837,111,132,382 (F); 8,212,261 (E); 1,232 (D)]

[Titles: An Infinite Will; Milky Way Progenitor; Progenitor Saint; Palms of Fate; System Chosen; Sacred Tamer; Skill Progenitor....] —

[Physical: 390,000]

>[Strength: 390,000]

>[Constitution: 390,000]

>[Dexterity: 390,000]

>[Speed: 390,000]

[Mental: 1,850,000]

>[Intelligence: 550,000]

>[Wisdom: 5,500,000]

>[Charisma: 550,000]

[Will: 550,000]

[Luck: 4,011]

ʼHm...ʼ

Sylas fell into his own thoughts as he looked at the first half of his status screen.

Everything was the same, but his Wisdom was still not Willborne. He had half expected this.

In truth, he had cheated to allow this to happen. He had created the fusion with the help of +75% Rune crafting success. Then, he used the period in which he was failing to absorb the mutated Gene to trigger everything all at

once.

In that moment, his Wisdom had been as close to Willborne as it could get, which allowed it to gain some of the elastic resilience of his Will, as well as some benefit from Madness—but it wasnʼt complete.

Clearly, he still needed something more to grasp Willborne Wisdom completely.

Even so... his Wisdom had gained three million stat points. Not only that, but these points werenʼt empty in the slightest. Every single stat point was even worth a great deal more than usual. The effectiveness of every point was through the roof.

If Sylas had to scale it, his Wisdom was probably worth about 10x what was shown here, and that number put even the vast majority of powerhouse D-tier to shame. It was encroaching on C-tier levels of Wisdom effectiveness.

It was good enough for now, but Sylas wasnʼt satisfied. It seemed he would have to find a way to complete the final step.

While this would make his Wisdom fall to just 550,000 stat points, in the long run those just over half a million points would be much more valuable.

Although it was faint, Sylas could feel that the power of Infinite Will wasnʼt to be underestimated. He should have run out of Will a dozen times over during the last few days, but he always seemed to be able to eke out just a little

bit more.

That wasnʼt a fluke. That was because of Infinite Will.

And yet, the system didnʼt fully recognize him as having it, which meant that even while not having access to the full slate of abilities he should have with Infinite Will, he was already benefiting so much.

If his Mental stats gained the help of Infinite Will as well... who cared what their numerical value read?

Sylas wasnʼt too disappointed by this result, though, for two obvious reasons.

First... he had gained Willborne Intelligence in its truest, purest form. He hadnʼt missed it. There was a moment there where his body itself was turning into Glassvolt.

He remembered back on Earth there had been assured Mancy Skills he couldnʼt use because he didnʼt have the ability to turn into his Aether of choice. Of course, he had circumvented these weaknesses prolonged ago and had become more than capable of doing so.

But this somehow seemed like an entirely different level.

As for the second reason Sylas didnʼt mind, it was obviously because of the elephant in the room.

Reaper Sealwright.