Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1959

Chapter 1959: Again [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to Bryson_Clark :)]

Time pulsed and the Strokes were forcefully frozen. Etched into the Mesh of Reality, echoes of their past and potential future were written into Sylas' mind.

The reason Sylas could instantly swap place with any of his clones was because they were entangled by his Will. When he spoke of how his Will pressed onto the Mesh of Reality, forming a curvature much like how a planet or moon or star would, this was what he meant.

When his clones formed, Sylas realized that both he and they were entangled.

This wasn't a true entanglement. If it was, Sylas would be able to teleport instantaneously to any location in the universe that he had a clone in. It was more like a false entanglement that worked within the range of Sylas' Will.

Sylas posited that once he reached True Infinite Will, he might be able to do a swap across star systems, but even that couldn't be enough for the entire universe.

Regardless, what this showed Sylas was that he still wasn't using his Archon Rune Mastery path to its fullest potential, especially now that it incorporated a comprehension of the Void as well.

But at least in this acute sense, he would.

He would draw Runes and Foundations and Strokes. If he made a mistake, he would freeze them in time. Using his own presence in the Mesh of Reality, he would force his own laws of causality, rewinding them to a more perfect state and then redrawing them to a greater level.

And if that failed, he would do it again.

And then again.

And then again.

Until...

WHOOSH.

'85%. Spark Mastery.' Sylas' gaze glowed. 'Still not good enough.'

BANG.

The Armor shattered again.

87%.

BANG.

89%.

BANG.

89.5%

BANG.

90.2%.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

Sylas was absolutely relentless, his Will seemingly endless. He didn't know pause or fatigue, and as he immersed himself in the Will of the Vulture, a bloody light and aura oozed from him.

All they knew was one thing for certain...

Sylas was the first.

That was what made it all the more ridiculous when violet lightning sparked around Sylas, shredding both the Gene and the Armor to pieces.

They were rended down to the E-tier, and then down to the F-tier, shredded by violet lightning that stripped them of all their being.

Sylas could have started at the F-tier and immediately drawn a perfect Armor, but he hadn't done so. The reason was because if he drew an Armor to the best of his abilities at the F-tier, he wouldn't have the skill to do the same at the E-tier or the D-tier. His scope in understanding was too limited at those levels.

However, if he started at the D-tier, reached perfection in the Lineage, and then worked his way backward, he could see exactly how those pieces fell into place at the E-tiers and F-tiers.

Then, once he understood how perfection worked backward for this Armor, he could then improve those pieces to his real level... And then work forward once again.

The double reversal in engineering would allow him a vantage point from both perspectives, and as such, when he pressed his palms together again... A Vulture Emperor Armor of deep black replaced the original deep maroon

color.

A new Legendary Gene descended. Despite only being of the F-tier, it somehow completely overshadowed the D- tier one that had appeared earlier.

And then Sylas' palms slammed together and even that shattered to pieces.

Soon, a deep black E-tier Vulture Emperor Armor had taken shape.

Once again, the process repeated itself, a Legendary E-tier Gene of a level all its own descended.

Then... Sylas did it again.