Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1156: Everything

Sylas’ appearance was abrupt and sudden, falling down from the skies above with the momentum of someone who, quite frankly, didn’t seem to care very much about his life.

The power of the world around him was quite substantial, so the pressure should have been quite substantial as well. But not only did he deal with it, he gave up even more safety than he should have otherwise for the sake of more speed, making things all the more ridiculous.

However, as powerful as the world of Florineth was… Sylas was no longer a normal man, not by a long stretch.

He was a D-Grade Race Human Simoid.

Almost the instant Sylas appeared, it felt like all the attention in the world had focused on him, but it wasn’t just a matter of Cassarae, or even the two women in the distance, or the world itself, but also the two eyes in the skies.

The both of them—the Crimson Eye and the All-Seeing Eye—focused on Sylas, one red, the other blue, both menacing and shocking in their own ways, but one of them so very clearly running to the end of its rope, while the other looked as though it was ready to lash out and rampage at any moment now.

However, the most important point was that they had both stopped.

To the Crimson Eye, Sylas was a being of Progenitor Merit. Aside from the various tiers of Progenitor Merit themselves, there was quite literally no other opportunity or chance for Sylas to possibly be of higher Merit.

In fact, once the Crimson Eye’s dominion over this galaxy returned and it finished its calculations, it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise to believe that Sylas’ Merit might actually go up. After all, all of his Demerits were under the All-Seeing Eye, not the current impotent system.

But then there was the All-Seeing Eye itself. It should hate Sylas’ guts—and that it did—specifically for the now two Seeds in his body, but it couldn’t act on that hatred either.

Setting aside the fact it was running on fumes after rewarding none other than Sylas, and the fact it was being suppressed by the Crimson Eye it thought itself to be wholly superior to, there was another elephant in the room…

And that was that it had granted Sylas the Galaxy Progeny Title, which was no less grand than a Progenitor Merit. That was all to say that the All-Seeing Eye’s Demerits had all but been wiped clean. It couldn’t see Sylas as the same enemy as before, even if it wanted to.

But that was hardly the worst part.

The All-Seeing Eye had to acknowledge Sylas twice over because Sylas had stolen Jala’s Destiny Quest. That meant that not only had Sylas wiped his Demerits, he had even gained Merits.

The trouble was that the All-Seeing Eye, while being far less powerful than the Crimson Eye in an acute sense, was still far more sophisticated.

The Crimson Eye was more like an NPC in a video game. It could be slapped around, ignored, insulted, but as long as the balance was reset, it would act as though all of that had never happened—like the ledger was clean.

The All-Seeing Eye, though… didn’t forget. It never forgot. It stuck to its rules, but that didn’t mean it didn’t have its list of those it liked and those it didn’t…

And its first impression of Sylas wasn’t good, on top of the fact it was smart enough to grasp how Sylas had managed to turn things around.

Even so, when it looked at Sylas, it didn’t feel rage or discontent. It was almost sneering. Not a sneering that came from a place of derision, but instead a sneering that came from an elder brother looking down at his younger sibling as though slightly impressed that the latter had finally done something notable.

Sylas was only grasping all of these subtleties because of the new ways he was looking at Runes, a method that he had grasped from the Dungeon, but it made him narrow his eyes nonetheless.

He took Cassarae’s arm and placed her behind him before she could protest. She was kneeling in pain, and the sudden shift was anything but comfortable, but Sylas couldn’t take a step toward her right now even if he wanted to.

This was the best he had.

Sylas’ presence seemed to make the Crimson Eye hesitate. It wanted to smite Cassarae, but now that Sylas had appeared, it could sense the official marriage between the two.

The scope of the Crimson Eye simply seemed far more limited than the All-Seeing Eye. Without the appearance of Sylas, it wouldn’t have thought to check Cassarae’s marital status in the first place.

Sylas would have cursed to himself at this point had he been literally anyone else. He could sense what was going to happen even before it did. The Crimson Eye was going to use his Progenitor Merit to offset Cassarae’s Demerits.

He didn’t know what Cassarae had done to enrage the impotent system to this point, but it was certainly a lot.

But just as Sylas was going to resign himself to his fate, his head snapped toward the All-Seeing Eye. He could feel that it was trying to communicate something, but it was far too profound for him to grasp.

Could it be…

Sylas’ eyes opened wide.

“Cassarae. You have to stand, now!”

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Cassarae didn’t understand the sudden urgency in Sylas’ voice. Well, as urgent as a stoic man like hers could be. Even in this situation, there was a foundational calmness to Sylas’ tone that refused to disappear.

Even so, she grit her teeth and did as she was told. With Sylas there, bearing the brunt of the Wills that crashed down in waves, she finally managed to move, even if it cost her teeth bleeding through and down her gum lines.

“Swing your sword at the blue eye. Don’t hold back. Give it everything you’ve got.

“Everything.”