Genetic Ascension - Chapter 971

Chapter 971: Easy
Deep impression began to be etched into the ground one step after another as Sylas sat there, unmoving.

These bottles of energy were from the System Cities. As Sylas had said when he first came across them, he really didn’t have a use for them. He wasn’t an Elixir maker, nor did he have a usual Secondary Profession where these things were of great use.

But that didn’t mean that he would completely abandon them.

This energy would one day be used to elevate a world to an entirely different plane. While he could ignore one or two System Cities’ worth of them, he couldn’t possibly ignore them all, right?

It was almost a shame he had to destroy most of the System Cities and couldn’t store it all, but he had stored enough.

Right now, though, Sylas wasn’t thinking about this. All he needed was a solid Rune platform that could form a link between his World Treasure and the City Stele.

Even if it meant giving up his World Treasure, it was more than worth it. If he didn’t, then making it around this world would be far too difficult. At that point, he might as well just wait for the Madness Key to eat him alive.

The process itself, though…

Was too easy.

Sylas expected to struggle, to run into some bottleneck, but every moment he spent in this world without the suppression of mutated Runes all around him was another day he noticed just how powerful his Rune Mastery abilities were…

Especially when he had a reference to work from.

From just the chunks of System City pieces and his memories alone, he was able to construct a perfect Rune formation. And, the best part was that he had the Africor Monarchs to thank.

It had to be remembered that their formation, the very one they used to snatch one of the three pieces of the Genesis Forge, was designed to suppress the system and pull the wool over its eyes.

Thanks to it, Sylas had been able to form his skill disruption domain skill, and by extension, he was able to pull a ton of useful Runes from its body of work as well.

Not only did this make forging his bridge from City Stele to World Treasure far easier, but also far more powerful.

It had to be remembered that it wasn’t just the World Treasure that was more complicated in this aspect, but the City Stele itself as well. Everyone else here was relying on Fragmented City Steles, while Sylas was using a Bronze City Stele.

While this was absolutely necessary so that it could withstand the power of a World Treasure from Earth, this should have made things doubly more difficult.

That was why when Sylas opened his eyes, his expression barely moved, it was so shocking.

Because it was just as he had said it was.

Easy.

Lifted by his telekinesis, the bottles of liquid energy uncorked and then pooled forward, seeping into the etched lines on the ground. The radiant blue energy grew more and more concentrated, racing across the lines as though competing with itself.

And then the lines began to connect.

Ripples of energy spread out in waves as the World Treasure on Sylas’ lap began to rise into the skies.

Slowly, the World Scepter took its place hovering above the City Stele.

Sylas stood to his feet.

‘Knowledge…’ he thought to himself. ‘… If I can accomplish things like this just by knowing it’s possible, then my breadth of power would increase exponentially. But I need a method of accessing that knowledge.

‘The Madness Key isn’t good enough. Its information relies too heavily on me thinking what to ask. But I would have never seen this as a possibility unless it was pointed out to me…’

Sylas knew that he was intelligent, but the strength of humans on Earth wasn’t their intelligence, it was their ability to pass on their deductions to others. Their technology wasn’t built in a single generation, but rather across many.

The wider universe was clearly the same. How many generations of geniuses had passed until now, each one discovering another piece of the world?

Sylas began to wonder… should he join a Guild? Was he even still in a position to join one given what he was about to do and what he would likely have to do in order to get rid of the Madness Key’s hunger?

How would he gather the knowledge he needed to truly reach his full potential?

The Golden Grove? The Beast Warlord Sanctum? Stealing it? … Legacy?

Sylas reached forward and snatched the World Scepter out of the air with a palm of Aetherflow.

He took a sharp breath, his mind flashing as he began to move through one sight after another.

Without fail, he found every single person he was looking for. From Sylviaa to Ulrik, and then from existences he couldn’t even recognize to Lorien herself.

But then he paused on something unexpected.

Moose.

Flowing with a Demonic aura, the man rampaged. He truly looked like a monster, standing at almost nine feet tall now, his muscles bulging with veins that looked more like steel cords writhing beneath his skin.

Blood soaked him through, but it was clear that this was blood of his enemies.

The power Moose was giving off was substantial, and yet…

Sylas had to double check to be sure, but it was true… he was nowhere on the Quest Leaderboard. What was happening here?

Moose crushed another enemy and shattered yet another City Stele, but as expected, his name didn’t appear even now.

The large demonic man looked off in a certain direction then began to stalk toward it.

Sylas’ eyes narrowed. That direction, if his memory served, that was where he had seen Sylviaa.

By now, he knew that Sylviaa was the woman Legacy had chosen over him. Now, it seemed that she would clash with this man Sylas could have sworn should have died months ago.

Just what was happening here, exactly?