Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2181

It was a peculiar feeling.

Not death, that was. Sylas had unironically experienced that several times by now, or at least a close enough shave that the difference was likely to be irrelevant.

He was actually referring to the feeling of smallness. It was easy to imagine, and yet hard to actually experience that feeling.

One could theoretically know that the world around you was impossibly larger than you could actually grasp, but how did you actually explain that to a person?

Would a skyrise do that? Would describing how long it would take to walk to a city do that? Maybe describing how lengthy it would take for a ship to travel just to the next planet, let alone the next star system?

Maybe it was explaining the idea that their universe just might be a marble in an obscure game aliens larger than they could fathom were playing.

It didn't really matter what sort of imagery you would paint it out as, as in the end, something or another would force a person to experience that one day.

But ironically enough, it would never be the actual science, or a measurement of math, or some existential dread you couldn't fathom that would do the trick.

It would be something equally small on the scale that would do it, ironically enough.

It would be a job you failed to get, a school rejection letter…

The death of a loved one.

Those things were objectively small on the scale of the universe, and yet they would rock your world to the point you would feel just as small as you truly were.

There would be nothing you could do, nothing you could fix, no video game sliders to turn down or up, no manager you could speak to, no tool you could fit into a hole, no magic words you could say to change anything at all.

That was when it would truly settle in… just how small you were.

This day wasn't that for Sylas.

He had experienced those days before, though.

That moment in the volcano… Nosphaleen's death…

They were reminders to him of how much further he had to grow, how much more he had to accomplish, how much he couldn't keep making mistakes no matter how tall the mountain he had to climb was or how steep the challenge that sought to slide a knife between his ribs happened to be.

He would never allow it, could never allow it.

This moment, though, was ironically the opposite of that.

It was a figure who was little more than a myth back on even Earth, a legendary warrior who had fought against time and the Gods themselves, plotting and scheming for an impossible span of time just to kill him. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

This wasn't something that made him small, it was something that had made him feel large. Not because he cared about the Monkey King's opinion of him, nor because he measured himself against the ruler that was the Monkey King.

No…

It was because it proved that his future self had become the man he always knew that he would be.

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