Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1273

Chapter 1273: Granny

Sylas finally took a hand out of his pocket, a pulse of might coming from him. All of a sudden, there was a large surge of Blood Essence that came from the remains of the Cervidon’s body, pooling together until it was crafted into a perfect ball in Sylas’ palm.

He looked at it, his eyes flickering.

Gene Locks were commonplace. But what Sylas had noticed was that at layers deeper than Gene Talents, the same mechanisms that kept most under lock and key were not.

The trouble was that the methods for collecting Blood Essence were even rarer, and the methods for taking advantage of said Blood Essence? Just as rare, if not more so.

The odds of someone both having a method of collecting Blood Essence and having the exact method you needed to utilize the particular Blood Essence in question was next to zero.

Sylas himself had once had his hands on such a method. It was just that that body refinement method was already useless to him. He was a D-Grade Human Simioid now. There was nothing he had gotten from a mere branch of a Golden Grove in a backwater corner of the world that could possibly be helpful to him.

Logically, Sylas certainly didn’t have the unique Blood Essence utilization method he would need for the Cervidon’s family line. But he didn’t need it, nor did he want it. He was simply using it to observe the Runes.

They reflected in his eyes in a wondrous layer of mystery, and siphoning through it all, he soon found exactly what he was looking for.

Deep inside, there was a small kernel of something—a Will that was capable of changing its resonance to fit that of the world.

Sylas’ hand splayed outward and the rest of the Blood Essence shattered. From an outsider’s perspective, it almost looked like he was just desecrating Speride’s corpse even more than he already had. But from his, he had picked out exactly what he was looking for, seamlessly placing it within the Madness Key.

Studying Genes was already hard. Studying Blood Essence was bound to be levels beyond.

The more Sylas thought about it, the more he felt that Gralith couldn’t have been more correct. How could there be so many things in the world that even he, as a Rune Spark Master, struggled so much with?

Speride was an F-tier existence. His Genes, Gene Talents, down to his Blood Essence and beyond, were all built with F-tier Runes. There would be some exceptions, but this was true for the most part.

Logically, Sylas should be able to see through such things with a glance. But he couldn’t.

The world of Runes was so much more vast than he had had the chance to comprehend. It almost made him want to stay in the F-tier for as long as he could...

But he knew that he couldn’t do that.

Once he established himself in the Beast Warlord Sanctum, he would follow the map he had received and hopefully find a method to progress to a C-Grade Race—or maybe even B, if he was lucky.

He’d take advantage of that time to hopefully increase the Grade of his F-Grade Foundation as well. Then he would progress to the E-Grade.

If there was one thing his experience on Earth had taught him... it was that as much as he wanted his foundation to be absolutely perfect... life often had different thoughts in mind.

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