Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1041

Chapter 1041 Three Disciples

Sylas' words were spoken so casually that even though it was akin to a heavy stone being thrown into a calm lake, no one reacted. It was as though the stone itself passed through a portal of illogical reason and landed at the very bottom without the slightest hint of disturbance.

To stand before a council of powerhouses on their level while not even in the process of building his F-Grade Foundation… and say such words so boldly, so casually…

Was it because of his ignorance? Or was it something else?

Maybe if he hadn't taken out that badge, they would have already reached their own conclusion. Obviously, it would be one that deemed him a boy who didn't know the immensity of the skies.

However, they knew the weight that badge held. Sylas might only be able to deploy just the first layer now, but what about the others?

It was common knowledge that Gralith only had three disciples.

His eldest disciple, Warlord Ekear, had already stepped into the C-Grade. But that wasn't what was most important. It was that when he was in the F-Grade, he had not only reached the top 100 of F-Grade powerhouses in the Sector, but had also reached the top 10 in Rune Masters…

Leaving the F-Grade as an Essence Rune Master.

His second disciple, Warlord Khan, sat at the very peak of the D-Grade. When he was in the F-Grade, not only had he reached the top 50 in F-Grade powerhouses of the Sector, but he had also reached the top 30 in Rune Masters…

Leaving the F-Grade as an Essence Rune Master.

His youngest… no, his third disciple, Warlord Gwenu, was building her E-Grade Foundation as they spoke, preparing for entry into the D-Grade. When she was in the F-Grade, not only did she reach the top 10 in F-Grade powerhouses of the Sector, but she also reached the top 5 in Rune Masters…

Leaving the F-Grade as a Vitality Rune Master.

Whether it was in combat or Rune Mastery, each and every one of Gralith's disciples was on a level they couldn't fathom.

They didn't know what level Sylas had reached just yet, but if history was any indicator, he would become an Essence Rune Master at the very worst.

In the entirety of the Golden Grove, they only had a handful of Soul Rune Mancers. The dividing line between Soul and Essence was so large that often times, it was spoken of like a Tier divide.

What was clear, though, was that even if Sylas wasn't there yet, Gralith had seen enough potential in him to take a chance on a fourth disciple he had yet to even meet in person.

Just what level of talent was Sylas?

However, by the same token… Gralith had yet to announce Sylas' existence to the world as well. They all knew that the ceremony for the acceptance of a disciple of a Named Warlord was on a completely different level.

Gralith had never introduced a disciple to the world that died during theirs, but other Warlords had, and it was certainly in the cards.

While Gralith would certainly treat Sylas as a real disciple right now, it was simple humanoid nature not to invest too much into Sylas until he took that final step and proved himself.

Judging by the fact Sylas had only used the First Layer of the Scorpion Warlord Armor—otherwise, they would have never mistaken it for the Thryskai Rune Armor—they assumed that this assumption on their part was the truth.

Even so, all of this was to say that…

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