Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2000

Chapter 2000: Obvious

Nosphaleen found herself smiling beside herself, but it was Fanelei who, once again, had a lip that refused to stop twitching.

She had almost fainted when she saw Sylas create a Gold Gene of the Core Stats. That was no mere Gold Gene, nor was it any mere Core Stat. It was a Unique Gene, a Gene the likes of which even she might have scratched and clawed for at the start of any one of her rebirths, even if it meant carving out a whole new path.

And yet, to Sylas, it was ash by the roadside, no different from a twist of his head and a purse of his lips to spit at the curb.

He had stopped caring about that Gene a very long time ago. What he wanted from Keyesen was very different.

As the motes of light crumbled in his palm and the screams of Keyesen reached their peak, Sylas outstretched a hand and his Grim Blade appeared.

Black runes and dancing complex fissures broke apart space and forced the weapon into being.

Soon, the curve of a scythe had manifested and a low hum filled the air as though the world was whining against its existence.

This was the first time that Sylas had summoned the Grim Blade in its truest form since stepping into E-tier Fathomless Rune Creation, and it showed.

It bucked against the very Mesh of Reality itself, its weight so grand that if one looked into space time, Sylas would practically force its curvature to reflect his own mass as though he were the exceptionally moon in the skies.

The Grim Blade was the representation of Sylas' Royal Hero Line, his bloodline, his Clan of which he was the originator and Ancestor. However, Sylas' ability to reflect that was limited by the fact his Fathomless Rune Creation had been of the F-tier while he had been of the E-tier. This had severely limited the true might of the Grim Blade.

Now, however, Sylas could not only form perfect clones with 100% of his real body's strength, but he could form the blade in its truest essence.

Its power now was unlike anything these Ancestors had ever seen. And it was this weapon that Sylas slowly raised.

The curve of the blade landed around Keyesen's shoulders, hooking his head in its sharpness.

And then, with an indifferent flicker, Sylas pulled.

Keyesen's screams were abruptly cut out.

A Virtue of Greed had been born today, and just as quickly he was snuffed out.

Sylas didn't really know what Keyesen had done to deserve such a title. It shouldn't have been easy to form a Virtue. But he didn't know Keyesen, and he had never cared to.

So the truth of the matter was irrelevant to him.

There was only one thing that was.

The Grim Blade shuddered, a shocking amount of power rippling through it. But this time, it wasn't coming from the Grim Blade. Instead, it was coming from what it had reaped.

The Virtue of Greed Seed rampaged, threatening to shake free and dissipate into the ether.

"Silence." Sylas said softly. Both he and his clone spoke the words at the very same time, the air around them turning chilled and frigid as though something was being leached from the world itself.

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