Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 819

SHIING.

Professor Broussard pulled at his side, unearthing a thin rapier that reflected beneath the crystalline lights of the shining gems in the surroundings.

Rumble.

The shaking in the ground was growing more and more feverish.

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[Elen Broussard (—)]

[Level: 30]

[Physical: XXX]

>[Strength: XXX]

>[Constitution: XXX]

>[Dexterity: XXX]

>[Speed: XXX]

[Mental: XXX]

>[Intelligence: XXX]

>[Wisdom: XXX]

>[Charisma: XXX] _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

[Will: XXX]

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Sylas had long since figured out just what the "XXX" mark meant. It didn’t just mean that he couldn’t observe it—those cases came with question marks. Instead… it meant that his current version of the system was unable to translate it properly.

What did that mean?

It meant that Professor Broussard’s stats had already been shifted to a state beyond the Summoning—a state where Earth had already succeeded and their system adjusted to fuse with that of the world around them.

Sylas had never known whether this would make a tangible difference or not. All he knew for sure was that right now, their stats were scaled on a logarithmic graph where each point was reflective of percentiles rather than linear growth.

Once things adjusted, it would mean that they would be placed on a new logarithmic graph, one where their stats would be adjusted in comparison to the percentiles of the wider universe.

Or maybe it would just be this Galaxy, or even this District alone.

Sylas wasn’t sure yet. He hadn’t had the bandwidth to pay attention to such minor details that seemed set for a far-off future.

What he didn’t expect was to run into such a thing now.

But he understood almost immediately why that was, and why Professor Broussard still dared to continue standing in front of him.

Rumble.

The armor—the flowery, almost designer construct. It wasn’t a Legendary Path Treasure of Earth. It was from another world. And it was the reason Elen’s stats were being adjusted in this shocking way.

Professor Broussard settled into a stance, a light smile still playing across his handsome features, the slick gel in his hair keeping it firm and in place.

BANG!

An illusory crown appeared above the man’s head, and he was suddenly in front of Sylas, shifting through the air as though the ground had warped beneath him.

Sylas caught the blade out of the air.

The thin rapier trembled wildly, bowing and bending beneath the solid hold of both their grips.

Sylas looked down at the blade while Professor Broussard’s pupils constricted into pinholes.

The man didn’t even have the right to react.

A fist drove into Elen’s liver. A strong ripple came from the golden armor, causing Sylas to frown, but that didn’t stop the Professor from shooting out like an iron ball from a cannon.

Elen scraped along the ground, tossing and turning, spinning head over heels before he finally flipped to his feet, grinding against the tough ground to come to a stop.

Rumble.