Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1889

Chapter 1889: Before my Pride (1)

Sylas vanished, and the Monkey King's staff passed through open space, or so it seemed. He had only just appeared in a distant space when the length of the staff naturally extended. But rather than experiencing every moment, it was like the staff had always been that long, appearing before Sylas with a speed that broke logic and reasoning.

A broken logic and reasoning that Sylas instantly understood with a glance.

His head tilted back, and the staff missed.

"Oh?"

The Monkey King pulled his staff back, his head tilting to one side. Most people wouldn't understand how you could dodge something that took no time at all to happen. But for Sylas, it was practically a matter of child's play, as though he had done it all his life.

The staff slammed its butt against the ground, a reverberating impact flowing out in waves and punishing cadences. Despite having protected his life once already, Sylas was practically blown off his feet by this casual movement alone, his body swaying from side to side in an uneasy imbalance.

The Monkey King's head tilted to the other side. Part of him expected Sylas to keep standing there, to keep letting him observe him. After all, Sylas was heavily injured. For whatever reason, he had chosen to enter this Dungeon despite his state, but that presumably meant that he was just desperate.

In that case, taking every waking moment to rest when he could only made logical sense.

It was too bad that Sylas was anything but logical.

Logic also dictated that he would keep his Summons out to give himself the best chance.

He cared not.

Not in the slightest.

As the Monkey King was tilting his head for the second time, it was Sylas who acted first. It was Sylas who closed the distance. It was Sylas who descended in a mighty tempest of rotating and forming Runes, each one stamping itself into being one after another and then being twisted and shrunk down in flickering green tesseracts until they were little more than points of light in the skies.

Sylas looked as though he was surrounded by the twinkling skies, shining brighter than even the sun that hung high above.

Every calculation that Sylas made when acting was the worst-case scenario. He always lowballed himself. The fact he still assumed that he would come out on top had little to do with overestimating himself and everything to do with the fact that even when he underestimated himself on purpose... His enemies were still not enough.

There was one thing that Sylas had purposely not added to his calculations when he entered the Dungeon, and that was the possibility that upon entering the Dungeon, he would enter a world perfectly formed to his Monkey King Spirit, a reflection of his bloodline, a kernel of reality that reflected himself in the most perfect of ways... A world his Glassvolt Throne would instantly comprehend.

Of course, this was useless on the surface. Glassvolt Throne was meant to improve his Glassvolt Aether beyond his normal limits. But that was by using the world around him as a proxy.

If Sylas was in an E-tier world, then the Glassvolt he could summon was-at best-E-tier as well. The effects would be marginal.

But there was another benefit that Sylas had seen during his battle at the Sanctum's gathering...

His Will had simply felt... endless back then. He just hadn't focused on it because he had been too focused on his life.

But when he did think about it, the answer was obvious to him.

"But you have only reached this level at the F-tier. And right now, we stand at the E-tier. If you want to defeat me with this alone, it is not enough. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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