Space and time bent and twisted around Sylas in endless ebbs and flows. The Dungeon was on the verge of collapsing in one moment, but in the next it seemed to have fallen into the quagmire that was Sylas Grimblade.
Sylas had spent months tuning himself to Will Manifestation. While he didn't actively try and grasp the intricacies of D-tier Rune Mastery, he had long approached Spark Mastery. He had the fundamentals down well enough.
And for someone like him, he didn't often need direct study. Something that was adjacent or nearby could slowly build up his thought processes in order to help him take the next step.
That was why switching to a new form of Rune Mastery was so difficult. Sylas wasn't thinking the way a Hell or Heaven Rune Creator would, so it was impossible for him to build up this passive knowledge over time.
But with this, he could.
And his fight with the puppet was that last step he needed.
Sylas could feel the energy around him, the energy that the system would have otherwise used to raise him to Level 101 after all the feats and enemies he had defeated.
Swirls of Potential, of Free Chaos, moved about in currents of invisibility and manifested intentions that were just beyond what they as people could touch.
It nestled away in concepts of progress and evolution, hiding away from the common man and left to the purview of the system and the system alone.
Sylas took it all.
All of the potential that should have been left to the A-tier Demi-God that cleared this placeβ¦
He took it for himself.
He forcefully raised the Grimblade Bloodline to the Demi-God Realms and the universe shook. It felt like the Skai Heaven would break apart at its seams, but then it slowly relaxed as though there wasn't a problem at all.
There should have only been seven slots for Demi-Godhood, but it was like Sylas didn't care⦠or maybe he had realized something others hadn't after he came to know that the Thryskai were, in fact, Demons.
It wasn't difficult. He already knew exactly where he wanted to take the Grimblade Bloodline.
They had stored the concepts of Will and Reaping within themselves already. He only wanted to do two things.
The first was rooting his scythe into the very core of the Grimblade Royal Hero Line.
He had casually crafted the scythe himself, the Grim Blade, after his battle with the Monkey King. But because he couldn't step into Demi-Godhood at the time, and there was little room else for changes due to how powerful the Grimblade bloodline had already become.
Now there was no need to hold back.
Not only would it become a true symbol, but the Reaper Seal used to form it would as well.
And it wouldn't have the slightest bit of choice in the matter.
The second thing he wanted to do was add the exact conduit they would need to make maximal use of the scythe.
Evolution.
It was the last piece he thought he was missing, the piece that would take the Grim Blade to the next level.
When it was fully incorporated, they would be able to take Levels, Genes, even more from their opponent with a single swing of their blade.

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