Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2124

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[Bonus thanks to Rikstingray <3]

If Sylas cared enough, he might have thanked One. What the point of the latter's monologue was, he didn't know. But if before Sylas felt like fighting B-tiers was his limit, he was almost itching to fight an A-tier right now.

Unfortunately…

Sylas looked into the skies to find that there were no A-tiers coming. It seemed that the improvement to Fanelei's strength wasn't small. He didn't even sense a single A-tier even looking in his direction, let alone being in position to attack him.

Maybe this should have made him happy, but Sylas was actually quite upset right now. He had been in a good mood before, but now all he could think about was how much strength he was missing out on.

He hadn't even made a breakthrough just now. All of this strength had been in him from the very beginning. If he had known how to use it—and he could have reasonably had this amount of power the moment he became a Cryst Emperor—then how many things could have been so much easier at that point?

Granted, he hadn't had any particularly striking losses that could have been remedied with more strength in recent memory, but the sort of rolling momentum this could have given him wasn't small. Maybe he could have already been in the Demi-God Realm by now.

If he grasped his Chaotic Space Aether to the same level, then would his power be even greater?

After some calculation, Sylas shook his head. His power would have a tick up, but the reason for the qualitative change had already been taken up by his Glassvolt Aether. At that point, it would be similar to changing a car's oil rather than overhauling the engine.

It would be helpful, but not to this extent.

Regardless, he was still unhappy, and he really only had one person to take it out on since no A-tiers were coming.

His grip on One's hair tightened. The latter was still struggling somewhat, but with a thought, he was encased in emerald glass he couldn't break out of even with all of his strength.

It was so thick and hardened he could hardly move, and as it sapped at his pitiful Will, he had even less fight to give.

Sylas sensed One trying to force a breakthrough into the B-tier to save some face, but he found the attempt to be ridiculous.

Sylas sensed something similar coming from Two and Three, but he didn't even look up. With him here, they wouldn't be able to communicate with the system properly even if they wanted to. The moment a Reaper's Will pressed down, everything was severed.

Reaching forward, Sylas ripped one peacock feather off of One's back and the man screamed bloody murder. His expression couldn't be seen well through the char, but it was definitely a grotesque sight to behold between the cracks leaking blood and the snot and tears falling.

Sylas looked at the charred mess, realizing it was quite heavily embedded into One's body.

"Who told you about The Sanctum's Mancy Scape?" Sylas asked calmly.

While Sylas had figured out that The Sanctum couldn't have been targeted by the Thryskai by coincidence, and that the Mancy Scape was the perfect place to find a melding of Will and Intelligence, that didn't explain everything.

The Mancy Scape had founded The Sanctum. Logically speaking, there was probably a time where it was only known by the people of The Sanctum themselves. Otherwise, if it was so important, why wouldn't the Thryskai have taken it for themselves?