Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1873

Chapter 1873: Berserker [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to The Honored One69. I know you wouldn't understand, but I was busy not being single this weekend. But here's your chapter :) (I hate your guts)] Somehow, it felt like the young man's blood had stopped flowing at a certain point, as though his body had reached a point of saturation where his heart couldn't even beat anymore, the pressure too great to allow it.

And then it suddenly did.

In that instant, the young man exploded forward with a claw.

BOOM.

Sylas' eyes narrowed.

The young man didn't use a Skill, he didn't use a Gene Talent, or even an external item. And as far as Sylas could tell, he was also just a D-tier-though that tidbit hardly mattered at all.

Yet, his swipe just now was beyond what should have been possible for his stats. It wasn't just a matter of Effectiveness.

It was true that depending on Effectiveness, two people with equivalent stats could be of vastly different strengths. Professor Fembroise was the best example of this.

She had had stats far beyond Sylas back when she first awakened, but she had been toyed with like a child. That wasn't just because she lacked the skill and experience, but also because she had no ability to maximize the stats she actually had.

In fact, it was now Sylas' opinion that the only way to truly maximize your stats through Effectiveness was to be a powerful Telekinetic Martial Artist. After experiencing what it felt like to control your own Genes, Sylas just felt like there wasn't a better way to maximize the strength you had.

Even after watching the young man, he felt he was still right. It had taken him several long breaths to saturate his body the way he had.

Even so... Sylas' gaze couldn't help but flicker.

There was still so much about this world he didn't know. Who was he to say that there could only possibly be a single way to do things?

Whatever method the young man had just used didn't rely on a single external item, and yet he had more than maximized his stats he had surpassed them... 'Berserker...' Sylas thought. '... From a Lion? Not an Ape?... Interesting.'

Kalem had been supremely interested in what score he was going to receive. But seemingly sensing a gaze he didn't like, his head snapped toward Sylas.

Sylas didn't flinch at the sudden attention. Despite the crowd around him, he knew quite well that Kalem was looking directly at him, and he could feel the frown forming on Kalem's face when the latter realized that Sylas was actually just an E-tier.

Why would he feel the gaze of an E-tier-?

"You..."

Kalem vanished from where he stood.

Sylas raised an eyebrow. Well, he hadn't really expected that.

Fanelei was about to act, but Sylas shook his head. "Don't act unless I tell you to. No matter the circumstances."

Sylas' voice spoke out in Fanelei's head, and then he too vanished.

BOOM.

A crater of earth formed where Sylas had just been standing. Sylas himself was already high in the skies, looking down with an expression that was difficult to read.

However...

Sylas looked at his trench coat. A clear claw mark had torn right into it.

When she sensed Sylas' Will, that feeling was even more potent.

Somehow, his presence alone made her Lion Spirit Beast cower. She had never sensed something like that before, not even from the Ancestors of her own Clan.

And if Kalem was experiencing what she was, it was no wonder he was furious. She knew how her brother would react to having his bottom line trampled like that.

While she believed her father was a chauvinistic asshole, he was probably right not to give up on Kalem so easily. That was because between the two siblings, Kalem was the one who embodied what it meant to be a Lion Emperor the most.

While her Lion Emperor... was far more subtle.

Kalem didn't waste any time talking. He didn't ask why Sylas was here or what he was trying to do.

Furious, he roared, and his golden hair danced in the air, his eyes radiating the very same gold as they both became akin to orbs of light.

His hair flickered back and forth from strands to bundles of snaking light, as though they couldn't decide their real form.

And then he vanished again.

In the skies, Sylas was trying to decide how best to deal with this situation. But he knew that it was going to quickly spiral out of control.

If the Ancestors of the Emperor Sanctum managed to get to him before he could get to his Monkey King Mountain, that would make everything countless times more difficult.

It didn't seem like Kalem was giving him much of a choice in the matter, though.