Genetic Ascension

Chapter 867  Bleed For It.

Sylas exhaled heavy breaths.

This was the third temple, and they all ended the same, the challenges likewise all being identical. But they were getting tougher.

The difference was marginal, but Sylas could feel it. It seemed that the longer he allowed these temples to stick around, the more difficult they became to clear.

The challenge might be cut from the same template, but the difficulty was not.

Luckily, he was only getting better at clearing them.

He was getting the hang of Extricating their Dogon Blood Essence in the midst of battle. His sense toward it was becoming sharper. By the time he got to the last few battles, it only took him three exchanges before he sensed it and ripped it out of the bodies of his target.

By now, he had 111 droplets of Dogon Blood Essence and he had yet to have to use any of it.

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Sylas stepped out of the third temple, and the same scene replayed itself. The temple shrank down until it was nothing but motes of energy.

But this time, there was a change.

All three keys were summoned from Sylasʼ Madness Key, they melded into one, and a powerful sense of foreboding filled Sylasʼ body. It wasnʼt really danger, but rather the impetus of change.

ʼItʼs trying to give me a Class…ʼ

Sylas frowned.

He didnʼt want the Class.

The stronger the feeling grew, the more he knew that it wasnʼt quite for him. The Class was designed to be used with weapons, and it also placed heavy emphasis on bodily strength and the like.

Technically speaking, this wasnʼt bad. Sylasʼ current Class, Throne of Glassvolt Heir, was more heavily Mental-based. Although there was a boost to Constitution, that paled in comparison to the emphasis on Aether and the like.

Having a Class that could strengthen his body seemed smart.

But that wasnʼt exactly what this Class was. It was like an Aether-Body hybrid, one likely built around the giantsʼ ability to suddenly create large blades of energy.

Sylas didnʼt need it. And he could also feel that this Class was Bronze at best.

At the same time, he felt like there was something… off about all of this.

It was too easy.

Of course, this was a ridiculous thing to say. He had just defeated over 200 Level 45+ enemies on his own. You could probably count the number of people on Earth who could do that on two hands.

But something in Sylasʼ chest was fiercely rejecting this.

ʼLost City of Greed…ʼ

That was when it clicked for Sylas.

That odd full feeling from before—why had he felt that way? It didnʼt make sense.

ʼGluttony…ʼ

Once again, the definitions of the two words blended into one another, bleeding and blurring their lines until it was hard to tell which was which.

That faint full feeling Sylas got, maybe to someone else, might have been full, all-out bloating.

He only faintly felt that he might be full in the future precisely because of his Dual Class Constitution. But someone else might have felt like they were on the verge of bursting at the seams.

There was something else to consider as well. Compared to most, Sylas was vastly more in tune with his body. He had created a Gene Skill all on his own capable of increasing his control over his own body and was directly rewarded for it by the system.

It could be that someone else might not notice that bloating feeling until it was far too late and they were already dead.

ʼThese Classes are a trap, but for what purpose?ʼ

Sylasʼ head snapped back. All he could see below was a sea of gold, an ocean of endless opportunity waiting everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.

He frowned.

Was there nothing in this city worth benefitting from?

He thought about the words the giants spoke every time he stepped into their temples.

ʼRewards… Why do they keep mentioning rewards if there are none to be had…ʼ

Every time Sylas entered, he had to find his own rewards, claiming them for himself from the bodies of the giants.

Sylasʼ gaze suddenly sharpened. His hand moved, quick as lightning, sharp as a blade.

He snatched an arrow out of the air.

It seemed to have come from nowhere at all. In fact, even as it spun in his palm now, trying to pierce through his skull, it was still invisible. If not for the feeling of its rotation, Sylas might have thought that he made it up entirely.

Sylas squeezed down, and the rotation of the arrow came to a stop, the illusion hiding it shattering at the same time.

He looked down at it.

ʼThis isnʼt from the giants.ʼ

Sylas looked in the direction the arrow came from, but there was nothing at all.

Pressing a thumb against the body of the arrow, Sylas snapped it with a flex of his forearm. The audible echo filled the silent skies.

ʼCoralspire…ʼ Sylas thought slowly.

His Blade Aura Gene Talent had made him far more sensitive to Will. It was faint, and he had only met those Clypsians once on the Celestial Wall, but he recognized them immediately.

Elyndor Coralspire.

Sorvanis Coralspire.

Vorthyx Coralspire.

When he met them last, they were all Level 9. Their stats had been shocking to him, but he had long since surpassed them all. Or so he thought.

Now, something had changed.

ʼThey foolishly accepted the Class change. They didnʼt notice the issue, and now itʼs too late for them. No… maybe they knew and did it anyway. They arenʼt members of the Overlord Race. This is their only chance to get a Class and break the Level 10 barrier… even if it means theyʼll have to kill one another.

ʼAnd maybe… they already have…ʼ

Vorthyx could have never guessed just how much Sylas had deduced from just the faintest whiff of his aura. But Sylas himself seemed to have finally understood what Arcane Madness warned him about.

This Lost City of Greed… before it gave you anything, it would make you bleed out for it. Not only would it make you suffer, but it would make you cut down your own friends and family.

Finally, Sylas found Vorthyx down below, standing in a tree of golden leaves.

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[Vorthyx Coralspire (FFF+)]

[Level: 21]

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[Physical: 3344]

[Mental: 3287]

[Will: 2001]