Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1947

Chapter 1947: Yamero

Sylas was quite curious about what he was seeing.

Obviously, all of the creatures here were Constructs. They didn't have bodies.

Maybe it wasn't accurate to say that Yamero was building itself a body, but it was hard to call it anything else.

Yamero's Construct was using its ability to control space to trigger changes around it and force a physical form. When Sylas pulled it out from the void, for a moment, it looked like he was looking at a real living creature instead of just a construct.

This fascinated Sylas because he had never even seen or read about such a thing. It was rare he was impressed by anything, but this might be such a rare moment.

A body was just a series of mechanisms that worked together. There was nothing in universal law that said a body had to be formed of flesh and blood. In fact, there were almost certainly Races out there that were nothing like that.

Yamero was essentially controlling space around it to such a finely tuned level that it was becoming a part of it. There was a section where one would expect a heart to be that was pumping Spatial Aether through it, almost like a heart would. There was a portion lower down that seemed to be swallowing Spatial Aether that couldn't be used, breaking it down, and then using it to power Yamero's Will directly.

The only problem with this Construct was that Yamero had to micromanage and control everything.

It was no wonder it was so obsessed with gaining new Spatial Abilities. It was doing everything it could to reach a state where its Spatial Body would be as autonomous and effective as a real body.

It was fascinating.

This beast was a genius.

Sylas realized in that moment that Yamero's spatial affinity might be far weaker than his own, but the beast's understanding of space was far beyond his own.

The only reason Yamero hadn't already broken free of the prison Sylas had formed was because it wasn't just formed of Space, it also incorporated comprehensions one could only grasp if you understood time as well.

Sylas raised a hand and pressed it down. All at once, Yamero's heart stopped beating, its stomach stopped churning, its makeshift construction of inner organs grinding to a halt.

When Sylas removed his palm from Yamero's head, it all started up again and Yamero began to hack and wheeze, begging for air but taking several minutes before it could come back.

"Your methods are fascinating, but they are flawed. I surmise that it's because you've taken such a unique path that you fell to me so easily. So much of your power is tied into keeping this body running.

"But I can tell you now that without time, you'll never succeed in crafting this body to even half the potential you seek. And without an understanding of void, you'll never reach 80%. Even I do not know if it's possible to reach 100% right now. You are trying to create a completely different form of life."

Yamero's rage vanished as though it had been blown into the wind. Instead, its eyes lit up and it looked at Sylas as though a baby at its new toy.

"I will let you go." Sylas said calmly. "I cannot help an A-tier to this level, not unless you can successfully regress to the E-tier. If you can find a way to gain a time affinity on your own—."

"I can regress."

Sylas raised an eyebrow.

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