Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1911

Chapter 1911: Estimations

Sylas exhaled a breath.

This decision of his made several things more complicated, and he wouldn't just be able to burn anything in his way anymore. It was especially troubling not because of revenge, or lack thereof.

The main problem was that if he wanted to become a Progenitor of this place, he needed to truly establish himself in the Emperor Sanctum. The moment he made that choice, he would be tied down to it.

For obvious reasons, that was a huge problem. That was because there was war coming very soon, and even before that powder keg exploded, the Seeing Eye Guild would want nothing more than to see his head on a platter.

How would he protect the Emperor Sanctum enough on one hand, and yet also manage to deal with powers far beyond him?

There was only one possibility.

The Weaver Guild.

But even if he somehow managed to fully bring the Weaver Guild under his thumb and use them as a pawn to protect the Emperor Sanctum for long enough for him to get what he wanted, the Weaver Guild was no match for any one of the top three Thryskai Clans. Any one of the Buri, Sona, or Purvon could deal with them, let alone if Sylas gave them enough reason to band together.

This choice wasn't just a simple matter of deciding to play nice with the Emperor Sanctum. It was practically suicide.

"Okay."

Sylas said the one word with the calm of a man willing to weather any wave.

Every step forward would only grow harder. He had been under the radar all this time, and he had benefited from it until now. But there now wasn't a single person of the Mortal Realm worth much of anything who didn't know his name and his face.

There would be no flying under the radar anymore.

How ironic. He had formed his own personal city within his Hibernation Realm because he had no desire to be strapped down to a location or raise a power.

It seemed that his hand was being forced now.

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