Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2234

Sylas walked through the third and second ranked in a bit of a daze, his mind roaming elsewhere. He consumed and learned from the next two challenges that appeared, but his thoughts just felt like they were in another world, another stratosphere.

He was starting to feel like this was probably why it was so difficult to ascend to higher levels of Rune Creation.

All things being equal, Sylas didn't actually think that reaching his current level was actually all that hard in the first place. He had virtually no guidance, and certainly no other Rune Masters to learn from on the Mortal Plane, and yet he had still managed to reach this stage in under two years.

He didn't just make it to the F-tier either, but all the way to the D-tier.

When he looked at things like that, it was hard to say that things had been "difficult".

The main crux of the problem, though, was that he already felt like the hill toward the C-tier was just so much taller, and that would only be exponentially more true of the B-tier.

And the reason it would always be like this is because his vision, his thought process, his way of viewing things was too limited.

Valelith looked up from her book, the faint golden slit between her brows fluctuating just the slightest bit.

A man had suddenly appeared in her private room, and he didn't even seem to be paying much attention to her. It was like his thoughts were elsewhere.

She not only noticed Sylas before he truly appeared, but she realized what was happening immediately.

The tower was using her to test a D-tier?

Her eyes narrowed. Who was this man? A human? Why would the tower deem her, the undisputed number one C-tier Rune Master of their generation, the right person to test this man.

It felt…

Foolish.

And yet, she didn't react with rage. Instead, she felt curious.

The test didn't begin, likely because Sylas was still lost in thought. So, she just silently observed him, the flicker of curiosity in her eyes growing deeper and deeper.

Sylas' Will was unfathomably deep. His Charisma was drawing and had such a strong pull on it that the golden light splitting her forehead widened just the slightest bit as though to resist it.

It didn't even feel like she was looking at a Rune Master. Sylas' Will spilled out with such a wild arrogance it hardly seemed to have the control of a Rune Master in the first place.

It felt like she was looking at a wild, roaring flame, whereas her own Will was more accurately described akin to the slit in her forehead. Subtle, soft, controlled, and yet with defined, strong edges.

'Fascinating… Such a weak Rune Master and yet the tower chose me?'

Vaelith slowly stood to her feet. Her wings ripped, her dress unfurling in an array of Runes that changed its color from a dull, uninteresting grey to a pristine white. The color flipped almost like the scales of a dragon, the world whining and beautifying as though to lay out a red carpet for her movement.

As though she had known exactly when Sylas would snap out of his thoughts, she stood across from him at exactly three meters of separation, taking her last step to click her heels together the moment he looked up.

Her insight and attention to detail was simply untouchable.

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