Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 867

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Sylas exhaled heavy breaths.

This was the third temple, and they all ended the same, the challenges likewise all being identical. But they were getting tougher.

The difference was marginal, but Sylas could feel it. It seemed that the longer he allowed these temples to stick around, the more difficult they became to clear.

The challenge might be cut from the same template, but the difficulty was not.

Luckily, he was only getting better at clearing them.

He was getting the hang of Extricating their Dogon Blood Essence in the midst of battle. His sense toward it was becoming sharper. By the time he got to the last few battles, it only took him three exchanges before he sensed it and ripped it out of the bodies of his target.

By now, he had 111 droplets of Dogon Blood Essence and he had yet to have to use any of it.

…

Sylas stepped out of the third temple, and the same scene replayed itself. The temple shrank down until it was nothing but motes of energy.

But this time, there was a change.

All three keys were summoned from Sylas’ Madness Key, they melded into one, and a powerful sense of foreboding filled Sylas’ body. It wasn’t really danger, but rather the impetus of change.

’It’s trying to give me a Class…’

Sylas frowned.

He didn’t want the Class.

The stronger the feeling grew, the more he knew that it wasn’t quite for him. The Class was designed to be used with weapons, and it also placed heavy emphasis on bodily strength and the like.

Technically speaking, this wasn’t bad. Sylas’ current Class, Throne of Glassvolt Heir, was more heavily Mental-based. Although there was a boost to Constitution, that paled in comparison to the emphasis on Aether and the like.

Having a Class that could strengthen his body seemed smart.

But that wasn’t exactly what this Class was. It was like an Aether-Body hybrid, one likely built around the giants’ ability to suddenly create large blades of energy.

Sylas didn’t need it. And he could also feel that this Class was Bronze at best.

At the same time, he felt like there was something… off about all of this.

It was too easy.

Of course, this was a ridiculous thing to say. He had just defeated over 200 Level 45+ enemies on his own. You could probably count the number of people on Earth who could do that on two hands.

But something in Sylas’ chest was fiercely rejecting this.

’Lost City of Greed…’

That was when it clicked for Sylas.

That odd full feeling from before—why had he felt that way? It didn’t make sense.

’Gluttony…’

Once again, the definitions of the two words blended into one another, bleeding and blurring their lines until it was hard to tell which was which.

That faint full feeling Sylas got, maybe to someone else, might have been full, all-out bloating.

He only faintly felt that he might be full in the future precisely because of his Dual Class Constitution. But someone else might have felt like they were on the verge of bursting at the seams.

There was something else to consider as well. Compared to most, Sylas was vastly more in tune with his body. He had created a Gene Skill all on his own capable of increasing his control over his own body and was directly rewarded for it by the system.

It could be that someone else might not notice that bloating feeling until it was far too late and they were already dead.

’These Classes are a trap, but for what purpose?’ _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}