Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1809

Chapter 1809: Piss Poor

Sylas ripped at his chest again, and again. He sank into more wildness, more unbridled madness and chaos. His Demonic Will suddenly began to spill out, and what he couldn't sense before became clearer and clearer.

This wasn't Mixed Martial Arts. It was Mixed Demonic Arts. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

By its very nature, it was gruesome and violent, relentless and fearless. It sank into his most depraved and oppressive self, the self that wanted to rip his enemies to shreds, to instinctually understand said enemies to their baser levels until there was nothing remaining of them outside the ash pile he had left them in.

Never once had Sylas allowed this aspect of Mixed Demonic Arts to shine. He always suppressed his Demonic Will, and he lived life so clearly to his own whims that the number of times he had had to deal with a Demonic Will flare- up could be counted on just two fingers alone.

But once again... Mixed Demonic Arts was something that he had grasped while gaining the Great Ape Lineage. That feral part of him was what it was tapping into, a part he rarely, if ever, let free.

But when he had used the Monkey King Armor, it had displayed its might for the briefest of instances-a moment that shook the world, a moment that the Seeing Eye Guild was presumably still dealing with the ramifications of.

Those thoughts, those moments, though, had nothing to do with Sylas. Right now, he only had one thought in mind, a single goal, a single purpose, a single intent.

What was his would be his. He could accept Madness slipping because it would only be a matter of time before he increased his understanding of himself enough that it would progress. But he had no easy path to improving Mixed Demonic Arts. If he accepted it as-is, it would be over, and he would never be able to improve it again.

On top of that, Mixed Demonic Arts was arguably the most important of his Comprehensions. Without it, he had too many Skills and it would be too difficult to find the time to maximize all of them.

Though, with Seeing Weaver, it would be much easier than in the past, it wasn't yet worth Sylas' time to invest in this way.

However, now, in the midst of this chaotic energy, Sylas was beginning to realize that maybe it was precisely because he only wanted to use Mixed Demonic Arts to bolster his own Skills that it had fallen all the way to Bronze.

He could use it for so much more. He could swallow Comprehension and Skills-an ability he had never even tried to use.

Granted, that was because he already had too many Comprehensions and more than enough Skills, but...

What about Will Abilities?

Sylas had never tried to do that either, but he had known for a very long while that he could swallow Will Abilities with Mixed Demonic Arts. It was just that he had too many abilities that relied on his own Will already, and Will Abilities, in general, were so rare that it wasn't like he was running into such individuals every day.

In fact... had he ever?

But the point of all of this was...

Mixed Demonic Arts was about far more than he had treated it as. In fact, Mixed Demonic Arts was perfect.

It would be the guiding light for the next evolution of the Grimblade Bloodline when the time came.

That was what the foundation of his Grimblade Clan would be. To take what they wanted, to rip apart their enemies, to see the ceiling of the world and still dare to pierce a hole through that sky.

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