Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2076

Chapter 2076: Single Strike

It didn't make any sense. The timelines weren't adding up.

Hundreds of millions of years had passed on Earth since the time of the First Race, but outside of the time warp that was Earth, there couldn't have been more than a few hundred years that passed at most-if that.

This was why Sylas was so sure that the wound of the loss of Earth would still be so fresh for the people of the First Race. Not much time should have been removed from when they left and what would be their return.

Could the First Race possibly be so great that in a single generation they managed to become so widely feared across the universe?

That didn't make any sense either. Because the First Race was targeted specifically because powerhouses didn't want them to rise up. What would have been the point of the targeting of Earth all this time if not for that?

Was it because Earth itself was the more valuable asset because of how perfectly it embodied both the paths of technology and the path the wider universe followed? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

But if that was the case Sylas almost felt like he should have received more resistance in successfully helping Earth beyond the Summoning than he had.

It sounded ridiculous to say given what he had gone through, but the combination of the First Race potentially coming back and Earth falling into the wrong hands should have been unacceptable to their enemies.

There was

world where the First Race were in an odd Goldilocks zone now, one where the enemies that didn't want them to rise were quite high up and yet still beneath the Angels. In which case, the fact they managed to get in good with the Angels spared them from the harshest of endings.

But then in that case why had Earth still been targeted so heavily?

None of this made any sense.

If Sylas knew that the so-called Zeus Clan was an extremely ancient Clan from the Omnimous' perspective, he would have been even more confused.

Not only would that confirm that the timelines weren't adding up, he would begin to wonder how the First Race was pulling it off.

The obvious answer appeared to be two Clans of the same name. It wasn't impossible.

Though there were Gene Locks, and a name laden with such Will would certainly be subject to some restrictions, it wasn't impossible.

The trouble with that was that Sylas had felt the Will of the name just now. It was definitely referring to the First Race, or most accurately...

The Heaven Clan.

Sylas moved forward until he stood before the creature. Even when there was barely a foot separating them, the creature didn't show any signs of wanting to make a move. It just stood there, its hands still splayed out, its fingers still laced around its throwing daggers. There was a silence that hung, as though a communication between two beings that understood and saw the world through a different lens entirely.

And yet, Sylas was so very sure that this creature wasn't amongst the living. It was a computer incarnate. It took in inputs from the outside world and spit out an output. Depending on what it was given, the results could be so very different, and yet each one would undoubtedly be far more perfect than the last.

Yet, that was exactly why it hadn't moved. It only reacted to information was given. Which meant... it hadn't been given any information yet.

How it reacted would be entirely dependent on Sylas.

So, Sylas didn't raise a hand. Instead, he took a seat right in front of the creature, giving it the high ground without a change to his expression.

A creature that could endlessly adapt...

Sylas wasn't afraid of such a challenge. The problem was that the ceiling of this Dungeon was of the A-tier. No matter how confident he was in his own abilities, he wasn't a fool. Making this decision would mean that no matter how rapid he progressed, it would progress faster and have a much higher ceiling to reach.

It was an impossible enemy to win against...

Unless you did so in a single strike.