Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1828

Chapter 1828: A Sacrifice

The battlefield shook as the Legendary Luck Gene fused into it. The world warped and whined, but Sylas hardly did anything but force the Legendary Luck Gene to stay in place, interlocked with its individual Genes.

Sylas had realized that this Secret Realm was likely meant to be taken step by step for a reason. But there was no going back.

He had originally entered only to save Meagen, so how could he have ever started at the region he was meant to?

Luckily, there was a chance to reverse that.

Why was Sylas able to control the Golden Battlefield? It was because he not only understood it, but it also acknowledged him.

This scope and range were something that even the current version of him couldn't easily manage. Yet, he was benefitting from power the Golden Battlefield gave him even when he was fighting within his Hibernation Realm.

Now that Sylas had reached Void Mastery in the F-tier, he could feel aspects of this battlefield that he had never been able to before. Namely... an echo that existed much, much deeper.

This battlefield wasn't as artificial as it seemed. And, if it really was designed to give the Golden Races a new path forward to follow, then it would also be designed to combine with the Humanoid Body in a very organic sense.

And because of that, Sylas could use that truth to form a bridge between his body and the battlefield, and then his body and the Legendary Luck Gene, thus forming a connected bridge from the Legendary Luck Gene to the Golden Battlefield itself?

The result?

The Legendary Luck Gene would sink deeper, trying to find an F-tier Foundation to latch onto...

And then it would elevate it.

In that moment, the Spacetime of the three versions of the Golden Battlefield—the F-tier, E-tier, and D-tier ones— would all be forced into the same plane by a system much more powerful than the system of the Secret Realm.

That was when Sylas could finally feel it.

'I see...'

He could feel it, a resonance between something that was within him, something he hadn't quite connected yet.

This place was, indeed, a prison, one designed to keep the Sanguara, Ghorath, and Blazara here.

But it wasn't for the purpose of trapping them alone as though they couldn't be defeated.

Just like Sylas had thought, if they could be trapped in the first place, they could certainly be killed. Even the infinite regeneration of the Sanguara had their own eventual limits. Sylas had confirmed that for himself protracted ago.

Everything the Golden Race did felt like a Race that was desperate to find something, anything to reach another level. Spacetime was one thing, but how had Old Brama gotten his hands on the Omnimous?

If Spacetime wasn't really something the Golden Race was good at, crafting mechs certainly wasn't in their repertoire either.

None of it made any sense. It didn't flow. It wasn't cohesive.

Unless you looked at it another way.

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