Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2163

"Birth of the Madness System…" Sylas said slowly.

Then he looked up toward the dome again. The starry skies were all that he could see, the building had pierced through the atmosphere and stood so tall it seemed to make the moon its friend.

Sylas' eyes scanned the stars one by one, trying to see if he could recognize something, and then his heart skipped a beat. Flashing lines of lightning bloomed around his irises, making it look as though the synapses of his brain itself were being reflected through his pupils.

'This is it.'

The map of the Golden Battlefield and the stars high above sat perfectly flush within Sylas' mind.

But why? That was the crux of the question.

Sylas looked down, but it was hard to see anything below. The balcony's floor was in the way and for obvious reasons putting your head over the railing was ill advised. If he tried to stand as close to the railing as he could, the distance downward was so far that he would be obscured by either the railing itself or the opposite wall before he made it very far.

Unlike above, which was basically unobscured, down below was not. And Sylas had a feeling that was very purposeful.

'Why would they need me?'

Sylas' eyes narrowed.

It seemed peculiar.

The Golden Race presumably used this Split Realm to create their Golden Battlefield, then they sealed their Demons of choice within, before allowing themselves to fall—or maybe they had no choice but to fall, realizing they couldn't save themselves.

Then that Golden Battlefield eventually made it to Sylas' time, where it was controlled by the dregs that remained of the Golden Race, all to be conquered by Sylas in the end.

What was even more interesting was that they didn't seem surprised at all that Sylas was only in the D-tier, despite the fact he needed to clear the A-tier mutated Dungeon and Golden Battlefield just to make it here.

No. It wasn't just that they weren't surprised, it was almost like they were expecting it from the very beginning.

What were those words that the Supreme Commander had said? Didn't she say that it would be easier for him to clear the Split Realm since he was a lower tier?

'Were they expecting it…? Or did they just not care…?'

They needed him to reach this point? Why?

Why would they…?

Sylas' eyes landed on the stone and suddenly a wild grin spread across his face.

He couldn't control it. Something almost feral was being stoked inside of him, a part of him that reflected a child plucking and pulling at inner organs just to understand a corpse a little bit better mirroring itself toward the outside world.

Curved lines of emerald and gold peeled away from his skin like solar flares, a looming presence around him growing larger, stronger, more menacing in ways that the balcony couldn't seem to withstand.

Gogo shuddered, his slit pupils constricted as his head snapped toward Sylas. He didn't understand what was wrong at all, but he felt a pressure coming from Sylas now that seemed to stretch across both time and space alike, linking the past, the future, and the present in impossible to understand ways.