Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1780

Chapter 1780: Foolish

The answer to the first question was simple.

Sylas was the Progenitor of the Milky Way.

It was just unfortunate that he was only an F-tier. If he had been an A-tier, then he wouldn't have needed A-Grade Medley at all. Between his Progenitor status and his multi-brain quantum system, he could do this without external help.

However, Progenitor status had its limitations. Sylas couldn't just endlessly take from the world around him.

The reason A-Grade Medley was so amazing was because it was able to off-load the potential backlash.

Theoretically, there was nothing to stop Sylas from borrowing great power from his territory. The only limit was the strength of his territory itself.

But if he did so, he would likely explode into a rain of blood and gore.

It was much easier for him to use the world to suppress others than it was to add strength to himself. At least when he suppressed others, there was no bridge that needed to be formed with his body.

This was often where the true strength of Progenitors came from, whereas A-Grade Medley was the opposite in its function.

However, by using his Progenitor status, Sylas was able to combine both the Treasure's ability to off-load the backlash onto the world instead of his body, and his personal control over the world.

A-Grade Medley usually worked by taking forceful control over things. But because Sylas was a Progenitor, the world cooperated all on its own.

As a result, Call of the Titan had no choice but to take a backseat.

All of these deductions relied on such subtle and minor differences that would be simple to miss. But even facing the end of his life, Sylas calmly deciphered it all.

And that left just one question remaining.

Even though he had slowed things down, and further used the bridge of the world around him to simplify and increase the efficiency of information transfer so that even less of his Wisdom was used up than usual... What was he going to do when Call of the Titan started sending C-Grade information?

Sylas seemed completely focused on something else, though.

He took deep breaths and then scales began to appear across his skin.

A halo appeared around Sylas and pulsed with life.

Using Hibernation Halo right now was practically like drinking poison to quench thirst. While it could help his body and his Wisdom, it was a great drain on his Will, something he needed a lot of right now.

Without his Will, how could he cast and control powerful Runes up to the D-tier? His secondary brains also needed his Will to work, as each one needed to be tied to his main mind through them.

Yet, Sylas did it anyway, the chill in his eyes only growing deeper.

There was only one path he would allow for himself.

Success.

His eyes were glazed over, his entire focus on the Glassvolt Cryst before him.

'Close... close... close...'

Sylas' mind was like a maze; he kept trying to find the most optimal answer. While he had come close to the exit many times, whenever he felt he was taking too long to get there, he backed out, and then he backed out again, and then again, and then again.

He was relentless, but all the Omnimous could see was that he was wasting the small bit of mental capacity he had left. He was wasting time on a Willborne Intelligence item when he needed Wisdom, and instead of taking the comprehension when it came, he was trying to find the optimal method instead?

It was like Sylas was simulating the simulation... when he could just be using the simulation itself for the real answer.

It was as confusing as it was ridiculous.

What made it worse was that the method Sylas was using to do this were his multi-brains. Every time one failed to find the optimal path, he abandoned it.

But the problem was that... he had set them up like batteries.

Meaning, every time he didn't allow one solution to integrate with his mind, he had essentially wasted a secondary brain, and that was one less to use.

He had only crafted a finite number in the first place, and he hadn't even made it 10% of the way through the amount of information he needed to refine.

What was he thinking?