Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2255

The old man chuckled. "A Coronation is an ascendance within the God Realm. Usually at the S-tier, though I guess it doesn't strictly have to be.

"Every powerful entity in existence will sense it. Those that want to make trouble with you will certainly choose to make trouble with you.

"Usually, this is less of an issue because those that can attempt Coronations have enormous factions backing them. You, however…" the old man's head tilted to the side. The one thing about Sylas that he had definitely seen earlier was that Sylas didn't have a substantial amount of Karma on him.

Well, he did. But not the amount a genius of his caliber should. It was being held back by something.

And the only thing that filled in the gaps was the idea of someone who was forced to split his own Karma to make up for those that followed him that didn't have any.

Sylas wasn't the scion of a powerful Clan.

He was the ancestor of one. The first generation Ancestor.

It wasn't something that anyone's mind could leap to instantly, but the old man had seen too much. He knew what he was seeing when he laid eyes upon it.

"… It doesn't seem like you'll have that luxury. And you have a certain issue that comes from that temper of yours. By the time you get there, I'm sure you'll have made many more enemies that can influence the Champions Will. So… good luck with that." The old man smiled.

"I want you to help when my Coronation comes." Sylas continued without missing a beat.

The old man's smile fell. "… FUCK! Alright! That's it! That's enough! Has anyone ever heard of a disciple risking their life for their master? What sort of bullshit is this? Where is your fucking shame?"

All he received in return was a deadpan glance.

Sylas didn't mind stopping there. He had already gotten most of everything he wanted. The only other things he'd ask for were probably things related to Earth's protection, but all of that would be meaningless if he couldn't manage to get himself powerful enough to clear the quest looming over his head within the year.

Even this man couldn't give him a formation strong enough to stop what would undoubtedly be a continuous assault. At least not one that Sylas was capable of laying now.

The formation Earth already had was good enough for that.

So, Sylas just stood there and waited.

The old man sighed, realizing that Sylas was just going to stand there until he got what he asked for.

With a wave of his hand, a Creation of Key formed. But this one, despite looking at it, felt entirely invisible to all of Sylas' senses. Then the old man tossed it over.

Sylas had to concentrate his entire attention on catching it. The moment it touched his skin, it melted into his palm and a mark appeared on the back of his hand.

Then, the old man clapped his hands and an echo of something pooled forward. Two tomes appeared.

"These two are from your martial nephews, disciples I once took. They are excellent."

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