Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2146

Sylas' expression didn't change.

A Split Realm?

From his understanding, a Split Realm was an inflection point in history. The idea of entering such a thing when the world was quite literally about to end in the views of the Golden Race was… interesting.

What could this Split Realm possibly be about? And why would it be so important to enter now rather than focusing on the task at hand?

And more importantly than all of that, why would they need to go and get someone from the future to deal with it? Given their talent, even if the Split Realm had a tier advantage to take note of, did they not have a D-tier or even an E-tier that was stronger than the current Sylas?

Sylas wouldn't be surprised if the answer to that question was yes. If the Golden Race wasn't an S-tier Race, then it was very close. And given the fact his body was flooded with Demi-God Aura the instant he appeared here, it also meant that they were, at the very least, on the Demi-God Plane as well.

Logically, then, the only reason they would need Sylas was because they needed someone capable of thoroughly comprehending the Golden Battlefield—or, in other words, a Rune Master with a strong comprehension of time.

But much the same way, there was a problem with that conclusion as well.

The Golden Battlefield had been literally created by the Golden Race. Obviously, they were strong Rune Masters and Will Masters. They certainly had better teachers than Sylas had ever had in his life. Could it really be the case that they didn't have a single talent capable of doing this for them?

"Okay." Sylas said calmly.

Supreme Commander Ros lowered her head. "Thank you. We all thank you."

Sylas watched as the members of the Golden Race all lowered their heads in unison.

What he missed, though, was the flicker of shock in Supreme Commander Ros' eyes. That was because despite the number of powerhouses lowering their heads toward Sylas… Sylas' Will didn't move, increase, or shift even the slightest bit.

It was as though they had no ability to move his Pride even with this sort of display. He didn't care about them in the slightest.

…

There was no time to loiter around, to adjust, or even to hope. The moment Sylas agreed to do what he was tasked with, he found himself in a vessel manned by Supreme Commander Ros herself. Zaun tried several times to take the controls, but Ros wasn't having it.

Just to step inside of this vessel, Ros had to strike down three of her own generals. They thought it was too much of a risk for her to go personally, that some of the others should come instead. In fact, they disagreed so vehemently there had been a battle.

Sylas didn't say anything during the proceedings. But what was clear was that Ros was either a cut above anyone else in the Golden Race in this era, or the powerhouses on her level were still stuck on the front lines fighting out their own battles.

Regardless, she took down what were probably three S-tiers alone and without allowing a single fluctuation to even touch the hem of Sylas' clothing.

'The Split Realm.'

Sylas understood what he was seeing instantly, but he also saw then that Ros wasn't the only one trying to rush toward it.

But he also knew that he wouldn't be likely to interact with any of these people. Who they were didn't matter.

A Split Realm was different from a Dungeon. Just like when Sylas cleared the Mountains of Giza Split Realm, there was a leaderboard, and whoever came out on top would only be decided at the very end of it all.

It made Sylas wonder…

Who were these people entering with him?

Were they from the future as well?

What he didn't know was that in one of these ships, there was a very familiar beauty carving her way forward. By her side was the brightest young talent of their family and her elder brother, a man she looked toward with sparkling pride in her eyes.

The Duchess and her elder brother, The Prince.