Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2489

Chapter 2489: A Rampage

Sylas had already lost count of how many people he had killed, and he had no intention of stopping.

He didn’t care where they came from, what Race they belonged to, or how prestigious their names were. In fact, the more he learned about these so-called geniuses, the more disgusted he became with the arrogance they carried.

Every single one of them seemed to believe that they had grasped some fundamental truth about Rune Creation, that the Path they had spent their lives pursuing placed them above everyone else. But from Sylas’ perspective, their arrogance was built upon rotting wood and crumbling foundations, and none of them seemed to possess enough self-awareness to recognize it.

What right did they have to look down on anyone, let alone him?

Sylas had never been particularly impressed by the achievements of others, but these people were even more disappointing than he had expected. They had been born with extraordinary advantages, given access to inheritances that countless others could only dream of, and then spent centuries convincing themselves that their accomplishments were the result of some unparalleled brilliance.

And yet, a single contradiction was all it took to destroy them.

Their Rune Paths were narrow, rigid things, built upon the assumption that whatever principle they had chosen to pursue was the correct one. Rather than exploring everything Rune Creation could offer, they had spent their lives reinforcing those assumptions, and the more they succeeded, the less capable they became of acknowledging anything that contradicted them.

Sylas found it almost offensive that such people believed themselves qualified to stand above him.

He allowed each challenger to reveal enough of their Rune Path for him to understand its foundation, then began winning. One challenge became ten, ten became twenty, and with every defeat, he demonstrated another weakness in the comprehension they had once considered infallible.

The most amusing part was that he didn’t need to force them to accept anything. He simply solved the Tower’s puzzles using methods their Rune Paths couldn’t account for, allowing their own intelligence to recognize the implications.

By the time their Rune Seeds began to fracture, most of them had already understood exactly why they were losing.

Sylas didn’t grant them an opportunity to recover.

At some point, he was fairly certain that challengers from the God Plane had begun appearing as well. Their Rune Paths possessed somewhat more complicated relationships with the Mesh of Reality, and they could generally endure a few more defeats before the contradictions began affecting their foundations.

But what difference did that make?

A foundation that could withstand twenty challenges instead of ten was still worthless if it collapsed at the twenty-first.

One young God Plane genius began the challenge by constructing a formation across several layers of the Mesh, using an elaborate sequence of Will Priming to stabilize the relationships between them. The man’s expression carried the sort of confidence Sylas had grown accustomed to seeing, as though completing such a thing should have been enough to intimidate his opponent.

Sylas watched until he understood the principle, then completed his own puzzle.

—

[Challenge Complete]

[You Have Lost]

—

The genius frowned, then lost again, and then again. By the time he understood that Sylas was deliberately demonstrating an alternative foundation to his Rune Path, several fractures had already appeared within his Rune Seed.

Sylas didn’t stop.

The corpse disappeared, another challenger appeared, and the process began anew.

There was no satisfaction in watching them die, but neither was there any hesitation. Within the vast expanse of his mind, he continued tracing every possible clue surrounding the disappearance of his family, and whenever another opponent appeared, he simply devoted enough attention to understanding and destroying them.

Until there was nothing left.

**

Within the God Plane of the Skai Heaven, seven figures sat around an enormous circular table, their attention focused on the projections hovering above its center.

The atmosphere was considerably different from what it had been not long ago.

Previously, the seven God Thryskai Clan leaders had been discussing what would happen after Sylas Grimblade inevitably lost control of the Creation Tower. Even the most cautious among them had believed that his position was untenable, especially once the powerful Rune Creators of the other Heavens began taking action.

After all, what did it matter if Sylas possessed the Creation of Key? That might have given him an advantage in restoring the Tower, but it didn’t mean he possessed the comprehension necessary to defend his position against the greatest geniuses of the Real World.

And yet, the expected notification of his defeat had never arrived, at least not one that was permanent.

"He’s still issuing challenges?"

"Yes. From what we’ve gathered, he hasn’t stopped since the first wave of challengers entered, and the Creation Tower continues to acknowledge his authority."

The man who had spoken frowned, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair.

"That shouldn’t be possible. Even if he’s stronger than we expected, the challengers from the other Heavens should have already overwhelmed him. Are you telling me none of them have managed to defeat him?"

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