Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1720

Chapter 1720 Seemed

[Rank]

[1. Sylas Grimblade]

[2. Saliver Entrim]

[Since you are the first rank, you have the right of choice]

[Please select your Battle Arena]

A list of options flashed before Sylas. They felt endless, many of them just being slight variations on exceptionally similar options.

There were fields of ice, ones of greenery as far as the eyes could see, ones that were planted high in the skies, and others that were the direct opposite of that.

Without exaggeration, there were easily billions of options. It seemed ridiculous that anyone would take the time to create so many battlefields from scratch.

While it seemed more likely that they had taken the projections of real places and recreated them here, something about that felt off too, with how similar a lot of these were. They didn't have the same sheer variation that real-life ecosystems and locations would have.

Even so, Sylas went each all of them, one by one. His pupils darted around, his eyes dancing as he consumed as much information about each battlefield as he could.

But after the very first one, he realized something.

These weren't F-tier battlefields.

"I see. That's why."

This wasn't what the information the Weaver Guild and Fanelei had given him. They were doing this on purpose.

The billions upon billions of environments were definitely being randomly generated. They had seen enough of Sylas' abilities to know that if they gave him an F-tier battlefield to work with, Salivar would face the very same issues he already had.

Sylas would be too powerful on an F-tier battlefield. Even an E-tier battlefield would give him too many advantages.

All of these shapes and variations of the exact same battlefields were obscuring the originals. And even now, more were appearing.

No matter how fast Sylas went, he couldn't keep up with the creation of the battlefields. They didn't want him to find the original F-tier battlefields.

Sylas stopped, closing his eyes.

Without an F-tier battlefield to take unilateral control over, his odds of defeating Salivar plummeted from what was basically a 30/70 proposition in favor of the latter to not even 5%.

Whether it was his Rune Mastery, [Glassvolt Throne], or any one of his other abilities, they would be quite lacking in a higher-world scenario.

Sylas had only been able to so "easily" defeat the likes of Amende because they had fought on an E-tier battlefield. He had truly easily defeated Leia because they had been on an F-tier battlefield.

The situation would be very different, and he would have risked his life considerably more fighting them on a neutral battlefield.

Sylas' eyes snapped open, and his Will locked onto a choice-a sea of icy land with heavy snow falling from above. The glow of Aether was so real and tangible it seemed to have a delicate blue hue to it all, one that made one feel at peace when staring from afar, but would likely reap a life in person.

"D-tier," Sylas realized.

It would have to be good enough.

The world shook.

"Are you finished?" Salivar spoke his first words since the very first round. Even now, his head of streaming blood remained shimmering and whole.

He took a step forward, his foot pressing against the ground so lightly it couldn't be heard at all—especially not with these howling winds around.

"It's not bad. Where are your stats at now? Probably around two million or so. If we factor in your Classes, your Skills, your Comprehensions... for an F-tier, being able to exhibit strength around five million stat points is truly impressive, especially given your lowly starting position. It's no wonder you're so arrogant.

"No, no. I'm sorry, I still haven't really factored in your Combat Matrix Index. I'm sure you can do more than just summon that Rune Armor Fusion, right? Let's double that just for the sake of fairness, hm? Do you think it's enough?"

A glow in Salivar's eyes was growing in their depths of crimson.

"I guess we'll see, hm?"

[Salivar Entrim (???)]

[Level: ???]

[Physical: 2,710,999]

[Mental: 3,110,999]

[Will: 3,110,999]

Salivar took a step forward and vanished. When he appeared again, his fist was driving through Sylas' gut.

Or so it seemed.