Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2192: Crumbled

Sylas opened his palm and looked at the badge. It was so bland and unadorned, almost looking as though it had been burned through nearly to ash in a blazing fire.

And yet, it was undoubtedly the strongest item he had received here.

So this… this was how powerful an S-tier Legendary Item could be.

What was interesting was that Sylas was fairly sure that the first two items he received were both ”just” A-tier Legendary items. But this one was on a completely different level.

Still, these were just ”Demi-God” level items. How much more powerful would they be as true God Items?

And what made it even more interesting was that if it wasnʼt boasting like he thought it would, he wouldnʼt have to pull back anymore.

He could bring the entire Milky Way Sector up to the Demi-God Plane with him and really give himself some good breathing room.

The question was… should he still do that?

Or should he just focus on the Milky Way Galaxy?

ʼForget it.ʼ Sylas responded.

As he had said, the Monkey King was right about one thing. He didnʼt know enough about the Demi-God Plane and Demi-Gods in general.

On the one hand, if he brought up an entire Sector with him, it would buy him some time, but how much time would it buy him?

The movement and travelling methods on the Demi-God Plane should be on another level entirely. Would it even buy him that much time in the first place?

ʼWeʼll see.ʼ

Sylas would return first, then check to see where the limits of this new treasure of his lay, and then he would decide how to proceed.

He looked up to find that the knight was still staring at him. They hadnʼt gone anywhere, and it almost felt like it wanted to speak, but there were simply too many clashing Wills in it.

Every figure that had come to watch this battle thought they were the superior party, every one of them trying to make the effort to say something, to speak, and yet they couldnʼt.

In the end, the Champion Will simply remained quiet, their gazes all landing on Sylas in unison.

A pressure hung heavily in the air.

Sylas had a feeling that the Monkey King wasnʼt the only one infuriated with his future self. Champion Will didnʼt care for the divisions of spacetime. There were probably just as many Wills here projected from the past as there were those projected from the future.

And those Wills from the future were sitting there, waiting for him to grow up so that their current selves would recall what he had done to piss them off and then crush him before he could grow up.

It was amusing, so amusing Sylas laughed.

Then, without a word, he turned around and began to walk toward a planet that had been completely destroyed by a beam of light.

He found the portal he was looking for within it quite quickly, but this wasnʼt the path he took. Instead, he went deeper… deeper toward where a beam of black light had originated from.

He had almost lost his life to that beam, as had Gogo, but now it would be his saving grace.

It was fast, erasing everything in its presence, and Sylas hadnʼt quite understood what it was before or why it reminded him so much of the void.

But that chaotic energy was exactly what he needed right now… that was because he was almost sure it was an energy that fed on the paradoxical nature of what was happening here.

After he left, this energy would erupt and likely erase all that was once here. It was the final line of defense of the Monkey King.

He was hoping that Sylas wouldnʼt be ready for such a thing, that Sylas would return to the future thinking that he had won, only for his timeline to be completely wiped out by this energy.

Even if the Monkey King lost, he would win.

He was quite committed to the bit, not even letting a hint of these thoughts slip free even right up until the final moment.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Sylas.

Sylasʼ calculations had already accounted for this. It was as he had said, the only ”existence” that could perfectly account for every variable in spacetime seemed to be the universe itself. Unless his Will grew to the point he could encompass every variable of the entire universe, manipulating time and space should be impossible.

When Sylas first met the Monkey King, he felt that the only way to get around this was to create a perfectly enclosed loop. Essentially, his idea was a loop that was completely self-contained, one that had its own causality, own story, and own conclusion without the influence of the outside world.

But that was easier said than done. Unless the loop started at the beginning of the universe itself, how could you ever create such a thing?

But then he fought Thessa, and he had broken free of her time attack simply by having a mind that wasnʼt working in the time frame she thought it would.

How had he broken out of her attack if it was only his mind he was manipulating while she was manipulating his entire body?

That was when it clicked for Sylas.

Back on Earth, when physicists talked about reference frames, they werenʼt literally talking about the mind of a person, they were just talking about their interaction with space.

But in the wider universe, reference frames were almost entirely reliant on Wills.

When someone watched a man freeze on the event horizon of a black hole, time stretching out to infinity, it was their Will experiencing that, and it was their Willʼs reaction to the world that forced things to act like this.

That was to say… Sylas didnʼt need to create a closed loop by accounting for the physical variables of the world.

He only needed to create one using all of the important Wills involved, and that meant destroying the Wills he didnʼt want to be involved at their particularly roots.

And the Monkey King had been so kind to provide the energy he would need to do that for himself.

Sylas took a step forward and vanished.

The world crumbled behind him.