Genetic Ascension - Chapter 939

Chapter 939: Start
[Choose Your Starter]

>[7-Day Soft Gene Elixir]

OR

>[Level 10 Weapon]

OR

>[Fragmented City Stele]

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‘The trial…’

Sylas looked around, but rather than a sea of white like the past, he was still in the same sea of blackness, the twinkling stars winking from a distance.

‘This choice…’

Sylas looked through his status screen. His stats had changed again.

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…

[Level: 0]

[Physical: 0.118]

>[Strength: 0.105]

>[Constitution: 0.135]

>[Dexterity: 0.125]

>[Speed: 0.105]

[Mental: 7.403]

>[Intelligence: 1.905]

>[Wisdom: 1.303]

>[Charisma: 19]

[Will: 19]

[Luck: 2.133]

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‘Hm? It’s the exact same. Why did I think that…?’

Sylas frowned. His mind no longer felt foggy. He felt sharp, well-rested, alert. He wouldn’t make a mistake like that.

‘Oh…’

Sylas had gotten into the habit of using Will to scan the strength of opponents rather than a Scouting Skill because his own was far too weak. He had subconsciously done so on himself, and felt the dip in strength.

The last time he woke up, he was certainly far stronger than he was now despite being more well-rested.

Quickly, he learned of the reason why.

Most of his Skills, his Comprehensions, his Classes, even, had fallen into a state of dormancy.

Each of them had Gene requirements to unlock them. But rather than affecting his stats directly, they seemed to more affect their Effectiveness.

Losing Madness was especially annoying, because without the more than 1000% boost to his Will and Charisma combined, his telekinesis would be far weaker than usual.

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[Unlock FFF+ Madness Comprehension?]

[>50 Silver Genes]

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All things considered… the price was actually somewhat cheap. If anyone could just trade this number of Genes in the outside world in exchange for such a Comprehension, they would jump on the chance.

But the fact he already had it but had to unlock it again, all while not having it to rely on in the first place…

Sylas shook his head. Even at his full power, taking down something with Silver Genes would certainly be a task and a half. With so much suppressed, he couldn’t even begin to understand how he might go about doing that.

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[Unlock Legendary Class Throne of Glassvolt Heir?]

[>50 000 Silver Genes]

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Sylas shook his head again.

The good news? It seemed that this world had a ceiling of Silver Genes and it wouldn’t be asking him to gather anything else.

The bad news? It seemed that this world had a ceiling of Silver Genes.

It seemed he really would have to take drastic measures to deal with his current Madness Key problem.

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[Unlock Silver Unique Gene Aetherflow?]

[>1 Silver Gene]

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Unlock Silver Unique Gene Grimblade Lineage?]

[>1 Silver Gene]

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‘These should probably be my first targets… That, and…’

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[Unlock Fragmented Class Junior Primate?]

[>100 Fragmented Genes]

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He assumed that any equivalent would be fine as well. He remembered that he could fuse 10 Fragmented Genes into a Common Gene in the past, so he probably just needed one Bronze Gene to unlock his Junior Primate Class.

Unlocking the Skills would also be easier. Each only cost one Common Gene equivalent. And with how high his Will was, Berserk would definitely be a great help.

It seemed that this time, Sylas had gotten lucky.

At first, he thought that he had somewhat gotten screwed over by this Fragmented Class even though he knew that there was definitely some secret to it if the system listed it as an equivalent reward to the other option. But now, the fact he had a Fragmented Class was his saving grace.

He would be able to unlock some real strength before anyone else. And…

‘The Madness Key and the Scorned Wraps are still here.’

Sylas cracked his knuckles, slamming his fists together as he made the very same choice he did the first time he saw this screen.

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[7-Day Soft Gene Elixir Selected]

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The world warped around him.

…

The first thing Sylas felt was a chilling cold. It licked against his skin, but seeped in with a wetness that made goosebumps crawl all over him.

It had been a long while since Sylas felt cold like this. Usually, with his affinities, cold didn’t bother him. But with Glassvolt Heir suppressed, the affinities that came along with it suffered as well.

That said… there were many things that the system hadn’t suppressed, or maybe wouldn’t because they were abilities ingrained into him.

First, his Progenitor Flame Abilities were just fine. This was only natural, this was his Progenitor Quest. Why would they suppress his Progenitor Flame Abilities?

Second, his Rune Mastery. They could suppress Comprehension because it manifested as changes to his Genes—which was why most could only fuse with one. But Rune Mastery was a different animal altogether.

And third, from what it seemed, though his stats were suppressed, they were only done to what would be his new baseline.

The reason his Mental was so high wasn’t just because of his Charisma not being suppressed… but also because even while dormant, his Throne of Glassvolt Heir Class had raised the floor of his Intelligence and Wisdom by a great deal.

So, when Sylas felt the chill, he did the obvious thing.

Aether skin manifested over his body, a neutral Aether protecting him seamlessly from head to toe.

‘It seems I’m a bit unluckier this time.’

Sylas looked around at the endless white around him, his bare feet crunching the snow beneath him.

The first time he entered a trial, he had ended up in a particularly warm climate. He expected that those who were unlucky enough to end up in the tundra likely died at higher rates.

But this time… he had the skills to protect himself.

His claws glistened in the beaming sunlight above and his visualization spread out.

He almost exhaled with satisfaction. It wasn’t until now that he understood just how restricting 101 Luck had been. With his Luck being at over 2000… or rather over 2, now, it felt like he could finally breathe.

From 100 meters, his range extended further and further, fueled by his powerful Forging Will until he covered a distance of over two kilometers. He felt that he could push it even further, but it wasn’t remotely worth the strain.

‘Danger…’ Sylas thought to himself, his eyes narrowing.