Genetic Ascension

Sylas felt his mind flash out of his body. He appeared in a familiar space, and yet one that was not so familiar at the same time.

A white feather hung high in the air, radiating out an aura with it that was particularly enchanting. It carried a soothing cadence to its pulsing light that made one feel comfortable. It was honestly quite hard to believe that it had come from a Race like the Thryskai in the first place.

Maybe it was because Aki had jaded his entire view of the Race. But there didn’t seem to be anything truly kind, gentle, or soothing about them. In fact, Sylas got the distinct feeling that they were a warring Race. If they weren’t steeped in blood, they wouldn’t even feel particularly comfortable.

“Odd…”

Sylas could remember hearing about the reward for victory. Back then, his now-dead tour guide had used something called the Sprinkling Dao Seed to entice him.

Of course, Sylas had no way of knowing what that Aether Treasure took as a form, and his Scouting Skill was too weak as well, so even when he got a name, he didn’t know whether he should trust it or not.

All he knew for certain was that this feather was related to the Thryskai and it could do what he needed it to do. Whether it was related to the so-called Dao Seed, or if Lorien had hidden the true reward elsewhere, it didn’t matter for now.

That said… if this feather was completely unrelated to the Sprinkling Dao Seed, there was no way Lorien would have gone through so much trouble, putting herself in the crossfire of the Thryskai’s fury, just to get it.

But like Sylas had said. Whatever that connection was… at least for the immediate future, it didn’t matter.

‘There’s no pain.’

It only took Sylas a few moments to realize this. He had been standing here, looking at the obelisk and observing its ancient carvings for a while now. But even with all of that, he didn’t feel the pain that had almost shredded him to pieces last time.

In fact, right now there wasn’t just one obelisk in here, but there were instead three—three that had fused together into an omni-mass that kept the three distinct, and yet made it feel as though they had become a mountain of their own.

There was a beautiful, mesmerizing air to them that was separate from the beauty of the feather itself. And then…

Sylas was calmly ejected.

…

Sylas blinked, wondering what happened. But he only had this feeling for a short while before he realized something else.

He was fully healed? When had that happened? He was sure that the obelisks didn’t have such a function. Just how long had he been in there? It felt like it was only a moment or two.

He checked the system. It was a bit finicky ever since he left Earth—likely because he hadn’t fully integrated. And it had only become more confused after he forced his way to becoming an Overlord.

Because of this, he couldn’t even see his own stats right now, and reading just the date and time alone was a nightmare. But eventually, Sylas realized that he had actually been out for an entire half-day.

The effects of Palms of Fate had long disappeared, and he was fully healed.

Palms of Fate alone, though, shouldn’t have been able to allow him to heal back to 110% like he felt right now. It felt like he had benefited from something far more, far greater.

That was when he saw it.

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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]

[Species: Human Simioid (E)]

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Sylas’ eyes narrowed. He became an E-Grade Human Simioid just like that? So easy?

No pain, no struggle—it was like his body had just opened up and allowed it all naturally.

At the same time, his Gene Classes got a huge boost. Before, he was sure that his Bronze Gene Limit had increased to several hundred, likely approaching four digits if not faintly surpassing it. Now, he felt that it had at least doubled once again for each Gene Class.

This meant that Sylas could integrate with nearly 2000 Strength Bronze Genes, 2000 Speed Bronze Genes, and so on and so forth. They obviously wouldn’t be able to translate directly to strength, or else he’d have stats in the six digits. But the difference that would make on his Healing Factor…

And theoretically, with that sort of wiggle room to deal with, the effectiveness of just normal training would be on an entirely different level.

Best of all… there was his E-Grade Foundation to consider.

Sylas only vaguely understood what it meant to progress from Level 50 to Level 51, but what he did know was that it required using all of your Genes, all of your Titles—basically everything that made you, you—and using it to form a platform to leap up to a new Tier.

This was why Sylas had shot up to the top ten on the Titan Leaderboard, and yet couldn’t close in the rest of the gap on the top two despite having reached Level 50. Levels alone had never been what was most important.

At that point, Sylas couldn’t help but wonder if what he had experienced just now was enough to progress beyond just third place. However, the moment he had the thought, he knew that the answer was surprisingly no.

Sylas wasn’t surprised.

The Thryskai and the Florineth were both shockingly powerful Races. The Thryskai were probably beyond the E-Grade even for the weakest of the branch families, and judging from this, so were the Florineth.

That said… there was clearly something special about number one and two that they were able to stave off Sylas. After all, there was a reason the All-Seeing Eye had chosen them to be his competition.

But that much was fine…

Sylas slowly stood to his feet.

… He had been fighting against those with far more talent than himself since the very start. Now that he was catching up in terms of foundation… what chance did they stand?

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