Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2084

Sylas took deep breaths. It had been a while since he truly pushed himself, but it was even rarer that both his mind and his body were pushed like this at the same time.

During the invasion of The Sanctum, it had only really been his mind that was pushed. During the gathering and reshuffling of The Sanctum's branch sects, it was really only his body that was pushed, the scheming hardly tested him at all.

This time, though, he was trying to balance his body teetering on the edge of collapse with a chess match against a puppet built to defeat even A-tiers.

Its calculative ability, its adaptation, the amount of strength it could pull from was unfathomable to the current Sylas.

Even if it was just A-tiers of the Mortal Realm, it would be too much given the parameters he was restrained to—the restrictiveness of the world against his spatial abilities being the worst factor.

But this Dungeon wasn't a Mortal Dungeon. It was a Demi-God one.

That was what made things even worse for Sylas. Because not only was his Rune Mastery restrained to begin with, but he had to be extra careful not to allow his Demi-God level Will to leak. Otherwise, to say they wouldn't stand a chance of leaving here was a severe understatement.

Another puppet shimmered into existence as Sylas was forcefully voted in again—or maybe this time was just his turn. The difference didn't really matter.

The puppet was already moving before it fully solidified this time. By the time its fist was before Sylas' face, it had flashed into the world.

The weight of space suddenly vanished and Sylas' pupils constricted before quickly dilating.

It was adjusting even faster than before. It could feel how much control Sylas had over the space, so this time it acted before even solidifying, leaving Sylas with only a small fraction of time to influence it.

It was taking advantage of the mechanisms of the world itself.

Sylas crossed his arms in front of him, his toes digging into the ground.

BANG.

'This is a problem.'

One of the last ditch efforts Sylas had planned was to take advantage of the world around him. If the puppet was too focused on him, then it wouldn't assess the world itself and could be tricked that way. More specifically, Sylas had planned to use the stairs themselves.

The Glutton had ripped up the stairs despite them being illusory. That meant that the stairs could be taken advantage of. They definitely had special rules or something of the sort that Sylas felt he could manipulate and trick into falling into his favor.

But the moment the puppet acted like this, Sylas realized that would be a worthless endeavor.

Not only was the puppet improving, but it was doing so faster than he could clearly account for. It wasn't a linear progression, and if the puppet felt that it was losing too much, it would purposely try to expand its scope until it found a chink in Sylas' armor.

Sylas coughed up a mouthful of blood. This time, both his forearms snapped on impact. One of them he had only just healed, only for it not to last all that long at all.

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