Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1406: Mastery

Sylas walked out of a Dungeon slowly, wrapping his own hand around his wrist. With a squeeze, he felt a satisfying crack and everything settled back into place.

His wrist wasnʼt broken, just a bit sore. With a few rotations, he felt it was back to normal.

He had been slacking on his flexibility training recently. He had learned pretty early on how important it was, but he had too many things on his plate. There was a reason his Skills were still at Fragmented Mastery.

Looking up, Sylas saw that there were several gazes trained on him, mostly groups of people waiting to enter the Dungeon on this mostly uninhabitable moon.

His glance shifted and he saw a leaderboard with his name at the very top of it. It was a sight that he was getting very much used to.

ʼThree months on the dot.ʼ Sylas thought indifferently.

This was the last General Grade challenge on the leaderboard, and Sylas now had over a million War Points to show for it. However, that wasnʼt the only thing he had going for him at all.

These months, he had spent all his time training his Skills and he felt that he was just barely on the first of improving to Common Mastery.

It sounded ridiculous that Sylas of all people would take so long to progress his Skills, but he wasnʼt too surprised by this.

These werenʼt normal Skills, they were Gene Skills, Gene Class Forms, and even Growth Skills, all of which were tied to Legendary Gene Classes.

They were already so powerful at Fragmented Mastery, so one could imagine just how much more room they had to grow.

The slow progress, though, was also because Sylas was focusing on so many at the same time, and some were easier to tap into than the other.

[Chaotic Menace], [Primal Step], or something like [Glassvolt Shift] or [Glassvolt Prism Arts] was relatively easier to train.

But [Primal Fury] and [Glassvolt Throne] were far more difficult. One relied on an emotions that Sylas rarely felt and didnʼt ahve a Seed for, while the other was a bit… niche.

[Glassvolt Throne] had the potential to be Sylasʼ most powerful ability, but the irony was that it was a Growth Skill that was contradictorily too weak.

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[Glassvolt Throne (F-) (Growth Skill)] (Fragmented Mastery)

[Stand in the skies and draw it into your command, increase the power of your Glassvolt Aether beyond the Realms of what your body can handle… but its power will be dependent on your understanding the world you stand in] —

It took control of the world around him, but it was tied to a mere F-Grade Gene Class. So how could it possibly truly take control of the world?

His Pride Seed did about the same thing, but it could be controlled far more acutely, while his [Glassvolt Throne] required a compresion of the world as a whole. That was what made it so difficult.

Worst yet, he was bouncing around so many worlds that the requirements for usage changed every time. Unless he planned on standing in one spot the whoel time, it wasnʼt useful.

Somehow, he needed a method to quickly scan and comprehend a world he was in.

Sylas already knew how… but the problem was that he was too weak.

If he was a C-Grade Rune Spark Master, it wouldnʼt even be difficult. But he was only an F-Grade one with some understanding of the E-Grade.

As such, the Runes of the world around him were too complex for him to grasp in any short time frame.

Because of that, it seemed impossible to progress [Glassvolt Throne] at all.

However… Sylas was Sylas for a reason. He wouldnʼt just spend three months banging his head against a wall, hoping for a solution that wasnʼt coming.

If there was no path, heʼd make one.

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If he could progress [Glassvolt Throne], if he matched it well with his other suppressive abilities, it might not be impossible to battle it out against even weaker D-tiers. He just needed to thread that needle first.

Sylasʼ gaze shifted again and it landed on a sleeve silver vessel. It looked like a cross between an arrowʼs tip and a speed boat carved out of a chrome silver and black.

Being an entire 100 meters from tip to tip, it was actually much smaller than some of the other vessels hovering around the region. And yet, the aura it was radiating made it the center of attention wherever it went.

In these three months, they had actually suffered the attacks of a handful of pirates. But every time, they didnʼt even need to engage.

The vessel was too fast, too agile. They didnʼt even need to waste their Aetherstones activating their defensive measures.

That was because the core of this vessel was actually Andromeda. The moment Sylas stepped into it, he instantly became the best pilot in the surrounding several Sectors.

There was a flash at the corner of Sylasʼ notifications and he nodded.

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[Sylas: I need to return to the Sanctum to trade for something first. Iʼll come to you to shore things up after Iʼm finished] —

Sylas stepped onto the vessel, a set of stairs blooming from its body to allow him on. In a flash of silver, they were gone.

Those left on the moon couldnʼt help but look toward the leaderboard again.

Sylasʼ name had already roared across the Sector, but only as a Rune Master. These last few months, though… he had been topping the leaderboards of one Dungeon after another, leaving their records in their dust.

The number of people who questioned the Primus Imperium Title now were only growing fewer and fewer.

Was there even an F-tier capable of matching these feats?

The greater Sylasʼ reputation grew, the less insane Cassaraeʼs actions seemed.

However, many wouldnʼt be able to allow such a thing to continue, not when their own interests were at stake.

Ultimately, an F-tier wa sjust an F-tier, and they had their sights on something far larger.