Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2001

Chapter 2001: Silence [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to the rich fuck Eeshoo]

Sylas' gaze flickered.

There was a fatigue nagging at the corner of his mind, but it felt like ever since he forged Demi-God Will, he had been able to ignore this more and more. It was like he was taking more from the world for himself regardless of how it felt.

The Mortal Realm couldn't resist him in the slightest.

He looked down at his Grim Blade, the cracks on it growing faster and faster. It seemed that he was on quite a time crunch. But... Time stopped.

No, it hadn't stopped, it just had functionally slowed so much that it might as well have.

From time to time, Sylas would subconsciously use his Progenitor Flame Ability. But as he grew stronger, he relied on it less and less until he had practically not needed to use it at all.

There was something odd about how he saw the world. It was almost like he liked to have as many cards as possible, but then he only used just enough of them to win, almost like he was trying to make every battle as hard as possible on purpose.

Maybe Sylas was consciously aware of this in small part. It was just that he didn't care because he never actually forgot about the abilities he had. When it was the right time to use them, he always would.

Like now.

His perception of the world around him slowed to an absolute crawl. It was like he was standing in a world that wasn't moving at all. Even the Ancestors above were moving millimeters a minute to him, their breath caught in their throats, their hearts not beating at all.

It was only a change to his perception and not reality, but when you were a Rune Master on his level... there might as well have been no distinction at all.

Sylas observed his Grim Blade in silence, feeling the changes to the Death Seal, and then he slowly nodded.

'So that is your essence.'

His gaze flashed and time suddenly accelerated back up to its normal speed.

In a blaze, a crimson Armor formed around Sylas, its aura descending onto the Grim Blade. In that moment, it stopped shaking entirely, falling into a silent, peaceful lull as though it had found its home.

'Not quite. It will sustain like this, but I'm still missing a small bit of something.'

Sylas waved a hand and Keyesen's blood was torn out of his body.

An amusing memory came to mind. He couldn't help but recall the first time he tried to increase the Mastery of his Scorpion Warlord Armor. He had been in the Mountain of Giza Split Realm and ran into a Scorpion King in the desert.

Back then, it was thanks to the Blood Essence of that creature that he had gained an inkling on how to improve his Mastery of the Runes.

He had come an impossibly long way since then, and yet the methods he had crafted back then were very much relevant still.

There was something special about Keyesen's bloodline that had helped him to simply form a Virtue Seed like he had. There was no way it should have been so easy.

Pedraeg was right in part. There were just certain things that only foundation could help you with.

The exceptions were those that could take and learn from that foundation without a single care in the world.

Crimson, violet, and emerald swirled into a single amalgamation. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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