Sylas didn't speak to anyone when he stepped into the Golden Grove. Having Old Brama by his side seemed to be enough, but honestly speaking, even if the old man hadn't been there, Sylas doubted that he would have had very much of a problem.
The first time he came here, he had felt small. Well, it was quite hard for him to feel such a way. It was more accurate to say that he was small despite his much larger sense of self.
There was no denying that. The people of the Golden Grove had been overlords to the Milky Way. They had had C- tiers, existences that Sylas had not ever come across personally before.
Though he had already met Gralith back then, that had been nothing more than a projection. But here, everyone was real and tangible.
Now... Sylas had a very hard time taking them seriously.
Of course, the C-tiers here weren't as weak as the C-tiers of the Milky Way Galaxy. For example, that member of the Trakar Race he had killed for Cassarae back then would likely not last even an exchange or two against Old Brama, and that had been the Patriarch of their Race.
If Sylas recalled correctly, Patriarch Dazeth's highest stat totals were only in the mid-two-millions. By comparison, Old Brama's cohort maybe had stats that were easily double that.
That was already enough to paint the picture, but then one needed to factor in the better treasures, better Skills, better Race foundations, and overall better foundations in general.
Patriarch Dazeth was probably just the bottom rung of C-tier around here despite having the backing of an entire Race and nearly an entire galaxy at his beck and call.
This was all to say that Sylas couldn't exactly reign free here... but he didn't fear them in the slightest. As far as Sylas was concerned, their main advantage was their numbers, not their individual strength.
"Are you sure you don't want to rest first?" Old Brama asked.
The fact that Sylas wanted to enter their Secret Realm again was a problem. That was because last time he had entered the E-tier difficulty. So, he couldn't enter it again.
That meant that if he wanted to go inside once again, he would have to enter the D-tier.
As powerful as Sylas had become, this was still too much.
The gap between every Tier only grew.
"I've rested. Start it."
Sylas had, indeed, rested. On the way here, he had slept. But for whatever reason, he seemed to need less sleep to recover than he thought he would originally.
If he had to guess as to why, it had to be because his mind had become more efficient somehow. But he didn't know why that would be the case.
The pair were standing beneath a large golden tree once again. It loomed tall and proud.
It was ironic just how much this mirrored the first time. That time, Old Brama abruptly started things up before anyone could react, and now he seemed to be about to do the same.
But as he made a move to do exactly that, Old Brama frowned.


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