Genetic Ascension

The wind billowed around Sylas fiercely, kicking his own hair up as well and separating it at a seam right down his brows, through his forehead, and down toward the back of his skull.

And then, right there in the middle of his forehead, something seemed to be taking shape—a strong, pulsing power of radiant green.

It took the shape of a seed or the tender slope of an almond.

As the wind grew stronger, the pulse of light became less erratic and more controlled, until it solidified like a sparkling emerald gem. It pressed into the center of Sylas’ forehead. Or, rather, now that it was truly solid, it became obvious that it had already been.

Gralith watched all of this in silence, seemingly not in very much shock at what was happening.

Rune Spark… it was known as the pinnacle of Rune Mastery. That was something that even Gralith felt was the truth for a very long time.

But after reading some ancient texts, and now having the pleasure of personally experiencing the growth of a Spark Rune Master, he realized that this might just be the beginning.

The fact that it was a seed wasn’t the reason he felt this way. Instead, it was because all of the ancient texts he read had always been so vague about the Rune Spark level.

In the beginning, he thought that it was because so few had ever reached it. While he had heard of masters reaching Rune Essence and even a sparse few who reached Rune Vitality, even those he had heard of reaching Rune Spark often tended to be old monsters who managed what they called Return to Origin Breakthroughs.

These Return to Origin Breakthroughs referred to Rune Masters who were able to revisit previous Grades and upgrade their Rune Mastery, like an E-Grade expert who managed to raise their F-Grade level.

This was rare as well, but it wasn’t impossible.

However, the more Gralith studied, the more understanding he gained that it wasn’t that they were being vague because they were too rare… but rather that they had no choice but to be.

Not everyone’s Spark manifested the same way, and though they had the same general ability to see through the Mesh of Reality and interact with it to a small extent, it would never manifest in identical ways.

Now, seeing this process right before him, Gralith was even more certain of his conjectures.

Every process was unique.

A Will Core Etching… I wonder what the end result will be…

If Soul Construct Etching had already been such a big deal, one could imagine just what a Will Core Etching represented.

It could be said that step by step… Sylas was changing who he was from the very core of his being.

The seed sank into Sylas’ body, and his body trembled from head to toe. Veins of emerald green spread out from the center of his forehead, painting his entire body in a shocking pattern that carried an ancient, untouchable air.

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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]

[Species: Human (F)]

[Affiliation: Grimblade Lineage]

[Class: Throne of Glassvolt Heir (Legendary)]

[Class: —]

[Profession: Vipermancer (FFF+)]

[Level: 0]

[Coins: 1,377 (F)]

[Titles: A Shaping Will; Palms of Fate; Grade Slayer; System Rebel; Legendary Tamer; Skill Progenitor; Classic Dungeon Crawler; Woodland Warlord; Glass Desert Warlord; Glass Monkey Slayer; Woodland Spider Queen Slayer; Madness Conqueror (FF-); Common Arts Enthusiast (F-); A Patient Stalker (F-)]

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[Physical: 2099]

>[Strength: 1999]

>[Constitution: 2399]

>[Dexterity: 1999]

>[Speed: 1999]

[Mental: 2362]

>[Intelligence: 1601]

>[Wisdom: 1721]

>[Charisma: 3765]

[Will: 3999]

[Luck: 101]

Your adventure continues at

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Sylas’ stats didn’t change at all. They were the exact same as they had been since the moment he claimed his Legendary Class, even down to his Titan Slayer Title.

—

[Grade Slayer]

[You have overcome impossible odds. The Grades do not faze you—facing off against those you should deem impossible, you remain unmoved.]

[Ignore E-Grade Suppression.]

—

Sylas had gotten this Title after cutting down the Glassinox. That said…

—

[System Reward Received]

—

[Title Upgraded]

[Slight of Hand > Palms of Fate]

[The Odds shift ever against you, but who cares for Odds when you have Will?]

[When entering Heavily Injured status, the Laws of the World soothe you.]

[Note: The stronger your Will, the lower the requirements.]

—

It was odd. Slight of Hand had been stuck at its level for a very long time. It was supposed to be an upgradeable talent, and Sylas had surely reached its requirements many times over—that he was sure of. And yet, it hadn’t budged.

For a while, Sylas thought it was likely because of his State of Demerit. Maybe the system didn’t reward you with such things if it felt like you were a detriment to it.

That was possible, but whatever the truth was, this change… didn’t seem simple.

The description was far vaguer than the last one, likely because of his poor Scouting Skill again. But if this was correct, then the implications were shocking.

It meant that when he was heavily injured… the World would help him?

Whatever it was, it was a Title ranked even above his Grade Slayer Title, and that had to mean something. Because he was certain there weren’t just people running around killing E-Grade at F-Grade. The only reason it was even possible for him was because of how broken his Legendary Profession was.

This was… certainly a game changer.

Sylas slowly opened his eyes, the world feeling somewhat blinding to him for a moment. And then it became clear.

Staring at Gralith, he realized that before, it was difficult for him to tell that this was a projection and not a real person. But now, it was all too obvious to him that Gralith couldn’t be real at all.

His eyes had been opened to it.

"Don’t be in such a rush," Gralith said calmly. "There’s most definitely something you haven’t noticed yet. Take another look."

Sylas’ gaze flickered, and he did as he was told.

Then, finding what it was that Gralith was referring to, he couldn’t help but pause.

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