Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1897: A Tool

Sylas grasped out the scythe, his gaze calm. Black-gold fog radiated from its blade, the space it had just torn apart resisting the weaving of it back together as though it had almost been harmed beyond repair.

This scythe had been missing from his Monkey King Armor. None of the other Emperor Armors had a weapon attached to them, but who said that Sylas had to follow their plans?

The tale of the Monkey King could obviously not be told without his staff. If it were just an additional add-on, an irrelevant piece of information, then the Will of the Monkey King itself wouldnʼt have spawned back in this reality with a version of it.

Sylas felt that this was exactly what he needed to bridge the gap between beast and man-a tool. It was often the symbol of separation between the two Races, whether in a world without a Summoning, one that had just passed it, or one that had extensive since passed it.

Men used weapons. Beasts used claws.

This wasnʼt a philosophical decision for Sylas by any stretch of the imagination. He wasnʼt married to using close combat, just like he wasnʼt married to using a weapon.

However, when he comprehended this and sensed the potential future path...

He could no longer resist.

That was because this armored scythe, this Grim Blade, wasnʼt just a weapon attached to his new Monkey King Armor. No, it was far deeper than that.

Not only did this scythe incorporate his Royal Line, it also incorporated his Pride Seed, causing it to have an extra suppressive effect on Will. Meaning not only was this scythe capable of using the Grimblade Gene Talent and Bloodline to sever and swallow Will to strengthen Sylas, but it was also capable of suppressing that very same Will at the same time.

This caused a double-whammy sort of effect where the Grim Blade was exponentially more effective than it might already be.

Like this, the Grim Blade couldnʼt just cut people-it could cut Will, it could cut skills and Runes. There simply wasnʼt a limit to what it could cut at all so long as it used Will as a basis... Something everything in existence did.

And yet, this still wasnʼt the end of it, because the Runes that Sylas used to extend his Monkey King Armor didnʼt just reflect his Pride Seed and its destruction... But also the Life and Death Seal.

When Sylas killed the projection of the Monkey King, he had used his Grimblade Gene Talent and the Death Seal at the same time. That was why the Death Seal had appeared behind the Monkey Kingʼs projection at the time, away from the Monkey Kingʼs view.

He had done this because although he didnʼt know exactly how he would close the time loop he needed to in the future, what he did know was that the Reaper Sealwright Profession would be a good foundational starting point to do exactly that.

The Death Seal worked with things of the past, exploring bloodlines that had long fallen and sensing Wills that should have long been erased.

In a way, the Death Seal was granting even Lines that didnʼt have Transcendents attached to them some aspects of a Transcendent Will for the benefit of future users.

It was impossible that the Genes and bloodlines Sylas had already used Death Seal on until now all had figures as powerful as the Monkey King. And yet, the Death Seal worked nonetheless... So how was the question.

Sylas might not have understood just yet, but he was intelligent enough to know exactly how to lay the proper groundwork.

What he hadnʼt expected was that as he laid that groundwork, he would open up an entirely new door for himself.

Maybe it was preordained from the very start. Maybe it only made sense that the wielder of Reaper Sealwright would not only unearth the secret of the Life and Death Seal... But also use it to form the foundation of his very own scythe.

Sylas clenched his fists and the scythe shattered, vanishing along with his new Monkey King Armor before it could fully form and solidify.

It was like Sylas had already decided that there was no need to see the final result just yet. He already knew what it would be.

Reaching into the skies, Sylas took the scroll that was his reward. Then... he turned and left.

Fanelei stood in silence, her eyes unfocused. She seemed to be looking at the Emperor Doveʼs corpse, and yet not at the same time.

She was waiting for the chaos to unfold, and she wondered just how Sylas was going to deal with it. She didnʼt even really leave much headspace for the possibility that Sylas would fail.

And then the cave system suddenly rumbled.

She looked up to find Sylas walking out, and her lip couldnʼt help but twitch.

He wore grey slacks and a white dress shirt. His shoes were brown, as was his belt. He slowly rolled up his sleeve as though he were going into the office instead of battle. But what left Fanelei more speechless than anything was the fact that Sylas had entered a Gold Dungeon half dead... And somehow came out hours later healthier and stronger than ever before.

Level 100? When did he manage to do that?

Sylas smoothed out the folds of his shirt and then put a simple silver chain around his neck, seemingly completing his look.

However, it wasnʼt just his Level.

To Fanelei, the difference between a Level 51 and a Level 100 might as well have been a drop in the bucket. It was so irrelevant she might not even notice accidentally stepping on either.

Yet, Sylasʼ pressure felt countless times more powerful now, so much so that even she felt a small bit of it.

When he looked up at her, she found her heart skipping a beat.

ʼThis man... really canʼt be explained with logic alone...ʼ

Sylas pulled out his scroll and held out his hand.

”Letʼs go.”

His mountain was waiting.