Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1648 Screams [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to Bryson_Clark :) ]

Sylas took a breath and exhaled again, feeling his body finally settle down enough. He looked to the side and saw Nosphaleen standing in silence. But he could tell that she was a bit unhappy.

”Itʼs fine,” Sylas said calmly.

Nosphaleen pouted a bit. She was about to fix her expression when she felt something odd come from Sylasʼ thoughts that made her look up. Sylas wasnʼt looking toward her anymore, but she felt something from him now that hadnʼt been there before.

Protectiveness.

Nosphaleen blinked, her eyes misting a bit before she looked away. She clasped her hands before her thighs, took a breath, and then spoke her mind.

”I think you should have taken it,” she said.

Sylas looked over at her, his eyes filled with the closest thing to amusement he was capable of.

”I owe him, so Iʼll repay him.”

”This price is heavy.”

”Itʼs also a matter of safety. If I took it, there would be no getting out of here.”

Nosphaleen looked up to the skies. ”I donʼt think thereʼll be an easy way out of here no matter what.”

She could feel the heavy gloominess in the air. The one thing Sylas couldnʼt feel was Nosphaleenʼs Luck stat, but as someone who had already become a Progenitor herself, it was quite high.

Of course, Nosphaleenʼs Progenitor status had been cancelled after Sylas became the Progenitor of the galaxy. The individual Progenitor of any world under the umbrella of a stronger Progenitor would always be erased. But because they had a good relationship, the benefits werenʼt completely wiped away.

In fact, it could be said that Sylas could give whoever he wanted jurisdiction over individual worlds. It was just that this wasnʼt very useful to him just yet, but it was something that he would recall for the future when it inevitably did become useful.

”You are right. But...” Sylas looked down at his hands, flexing them a bit and then releasing. ”I donʼt think weʼll have to worry about that for long.”

There was good reason Nosphaleen was unhappy. If Sylas had directed the Luck toward himself instead of the 073 Sanctum, let alone the small movement he had seen in his Champion Will, he might have gained enough to directly become a Tier Two Primus Imperium.

If that happened, not only would there be no denying that he would be a Primus Imperium the moment he progressed to E-tier, but it would also allow him to use D-Grade Genes and Aether.

It was a huge game changer.

And because it was something granted from his own Champion Will rather than the system, Sylas would certainly be more open to using it.

These days, Sylas was beginning to feel that relying on the system too much was the path of the weak. That was only solidified after he formed his Dao, though he still wasnʼt entirely sure what it was either.

But these intangible, amorphous power-ups, ones that werenʼt so tied to stats and numbers...

They were where real power lay.

And they were the reason he could look down on a man with two million stat points and crush him beneath his heel.

Even so, Sylas was someone with a bottom line. He was smart enough to see the potential benefit right in front of him, but he would never take an advantage in an area that would harm someone he had already decided to protect.

Since Gralith had stuck his neck out for him, Sylas would return it in kind.

That was his Pride.

A glow of gold wrapped around Sylasʼ irises and his aura seemed to deepen, the world thrumming with agitation. It was already teetering on the edge of being destroyed entirely, and every move Sylas made only seemed to exacerbate the issue.

Sylasʼ head slowly turned to Robareda, who had made it quite a distance away with her army. At first, she had only escaped for the sake of creating distance between herself and Amendeʼs rampage. She knew of Amendeʼs Race, so she also knew that they had a particularly hard time controlling their tempers.

As one of the few who had awakened the ancient line of that bloodline, Amende was ironically even more incapable of self-control.

However, after the battle, she felt a sense of relief that she was out of Sylasʼ way instead. Somehow, she both feared Sylas less and far more. It was a sense of cognitive dissonance she couldnʼt make sense of.

There was also something deep inside her that was incredibly wary of him, but she couldnʼt place her finger on exactly what that was.

She blinked a single time as their gazes met from across dozens of kilometers, but when her vision cleared again, Sylas was already standing in front of her.

Robareda punched out in reflex. To her credit, she was extremely fast, and as an E-tier, Sylas wasnʼt able to completely suppress her like he would be able to if she was an F-tier.

Even so, Sylas didnʼt even move.

Robaredaʼs fist slowed as though it was passing through a quagmire, her strength plummeting in real time until she felt like she was punching right through air.

By the time her fist landed on Sylasʼ chest, it was like she had wanted to pat him with her knuckles.

Horror was painted all across her expression in the next instant, but what made it all the worse was that the members of the 007 Sanctum who had run even further away collapsed to the ground and began to scream.

The screams were like music to Sylasʼ ears.

Those screams... they sounded so very similar to the screams of the 073 Sanctumʼs Scorpion Moon. Those screams... they were very deserved.

The 001 Sanctumʼs Scorpion Lineage followed not long after. Sylas wasnʼt there to hear those, but he knew that from the moment he heard what came from the 007 Sanctum that they wouldnʼt be too far behind.

And that only meant one thing.

Gralith was back.