Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2213: Grade (3)

Sylas looked up at the eye, his body having already returned to that of a human. His gaze didnʼt seem moved or bothered by it any longer.

He sat on the top of the mountain, overlooking Earth as white clouds with just the slightest hint of gold in them floated by. It almost looked as though the gods had sprinkled ambrosia onto their whole planet, and the union of the peak of life and the peak of death was truly a sight to behold.

To say that the planet had reached an unprecedented state of beauty still felt like an understatement.

The ocean waters that protected them in rings around their world had changed. From a radiant, beautiful blue, they became roaring rivers of white gold and black gold, the contrast and dichotomy of the churning liquid pulling at the heart.

It almost felt like even if one wasnʼt a Fathomless Rune Creator, you could feel the pull and allure of the rings. Sylas had a feeling that Earth would truly begin to produce a great number of Rune Mastery talents under this kind of environment. It was simply impossible that they not be able to.

So much about what had made Sylasʼ Rune Mastery journey so difficult was Earthʼs damaged Runes.

It was a fact he glossed over a lot, but the first step in Rune Mastery was Rune Sight. To reach Rune Sight, you had to be able to sense and see Runes, and that was already hard enough when the Runes of the world around you were in a protective state because they were so impossibly fragile.

But then by the time you got to Rune Visualization, the second stage of Rune Mastery, you didnʼt just have to sense the Runes, you had to actually see them in the realest sense. This wasnʼt the ”seeing” mentioned in Rune Sight. Rune Sight was almost like the activation of a sixth sense. Seeing with Rune Sight was almost like reaching your hand into a black box and trying to understand what it was you were feeling.

But with Rune Visualization, it was a truest form of sight.

Sylas remembered the first time he had seen the Runes of Earth. They looked like they were broken and bruised, cancerous, grotesque growths spawning across them. If not for his genius, who could even begin to interact with Runes like these?

And then there was the third foundational pillar of Rune Mastery introduction, Rune Enlightenment.

Now you had not only to sense these Runes, and interact with them, but also to be able to understand them, communicate with them, hear them.

What communication could these broken Runes possibly give you?

Sylas had read many books in the Weaver Guild, amongst them were even the training methods for young Rune Masters. He had wanted to read even the simplest books so he could fill in all the gaps he could have possibly been missing.

One thing that had fascinated him was the apparent importance of training the three foundational Rune sensory perceptions as early as possible.

The earlier a child could begin to naturally interact with Runes, the better odds they would have of unearthing their full potential in the future—there were even some scholars that argued that this would increase potential.

The best analogy was like those born at higher altitudes who lived their lives there. Their lung capacities, their ability to deal with lower oxygen content, and their efficiency in using said oxygen would often be higher than those born at lower altitudes, at least until the latter group adapted.

High altitude stadiums were one of the biggest home field advantages you could have in sports.

Runes were the same, and the talents of Earth had been starved of those senses since they were children.

One could only imagine…

If Sylas had been born on this version of Earth instead of the one he had been granted…

Would he already be a C-tier Fathomless Rune Creator? B-tier, maybe?

How much faster would he have gotten to his current stage even without guidance?

Or maybe, if Earth had been like this from the very start, there would have been far more guidance to be had in the first place because there would have been far more natural Rune Masters.

Well, now they would find out, not through Sylas, of course… but others.

Soon, maybe in two, maybe three generations, even if Sylas did nothing at all to help, Earth might begin to produce some of the best Rune Master talents on the entire Demi-God Plane.

The fact they were in the Skai Heaven that skewed toward the Will Core Stat basically ensured this.

Of course, there would be some gaps that couldnʼt be covered. They were still just C-tiers in Race, and they didnʼt have special Professions or bloodlines that would make Rune Mastery easier… But in terms of raw, untapped potential and ability…?

They would be amongst the very, very best.

For a moment, Sylas thought about what this could mean and what purpose it could possibly serve.

In truth… he didnʼt really care. He would never rely on others anyway. His own strength was what he cared for, and other than some interest in studying these Rune types he had simply never seen before, he had evolved beyond the point of needing an ideal environment like this one to stoke his senses.

And yet, Sylas found himself raising a finger.

At first, it was light, just a few simple Runes drawn with a breath and a careless thought.

But then the Runes began to spring free from his Will in a torrent of butterflies that wrapped around one another and formed a roaring dragon with phoenix wings.

He recalled that happy roar of the universe and he stripped it down to its very Runes itself.

He lost himself in a moment of enlightenment as the Crimson Eye looked down on him, its focus completely on the man who sat on this mountain without a single worry or thought of anything but the roar and rhythm he had heard just moments ago.