Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1603 Lineal Legend

Nosphaleen looked up into the skies, a helm covered her gorgeous features but revealed those eyes as hard as ice and glowing as though a blue star of their own.

BANG!

She caught Borun by the neck despite his falling speed as though snagging a ball out of the air, the thickness of his neck, even coated in blood, seemingly not bothering her in the slightest.

Her eyes burned.

There was no one left of the 033 Sanctum. She had killed at least a third of them personally, the rest of them hurriedly giving up directly and leaving the space.

For a single person to be capable of such a feat, it could be imagined what the reaction was, but she was far from satisfied.

She needed to be smarter.

Be Strong.

Be All-Knowing.

She had heard these words reverberate through Sylasʼ mind time and time again, relentlessly and without pause.

There was a reason for that.

When you lacked strength, you shouldnʼt lack knowledge.

If you had knowledge, you shouldnʼt lack strength.

Sylas had had a variable amount of both during his adventures, and he always managed to compensate for one with the other. But she didnʼt have any experience doing the same, leaving her vulnerable.

Under normal circumstances, Sylas would cover for her weaknesses. But right now, he couldnʼt.

It was her turn to take on his burdens.

Her gaze flickered as she made a decision.

She had felt it in Sylasʼ heart. He had thought quite clearly that even if her true origins were exposed as a Mesmeryx, it was something they would deal with just fine.

He was hiding her not because he feared this result, but because he was still laying out chess moves to ensure victory when moving into the E-tier competition.

However, it was just as he had said...

Who cared if they knew his trump cards?

[Silken Reverie].

Nosphaleenʼs eyes were painted in delicate pinks, violets, and blues, as though a fog of illusion was emitting from them, and an enticing fragrance filled the air.

Unconscious, Borun couldnʼt resist even if he wanted to.

His mind was enslaved, his Will eroded.

[Petalfall Mirage].

The air froze before a light breeze began to ripple through. It was as though the scene had always been a peaceful one, like all the destruction from the previous battle had already been wiped away like it never happened.

Petals of illusion began to fall from the skies, the silky strands of Aether extending from Nosphaleenʼs body gliding along the slow air currents.

And then the first petal touched Borun, then the second, then the third.

Borun suddenly began to scream in pain, feeling as though he was losing himself every moment, but there was nothing he could do to change things.

It was already over.

His body crumbled to ashes.

Nosphaleen stood there with her eyes closed, her expression calm as streams of Will pooled into her.

[Silken Reverie] was designed to enslave minds and erode away a personʼs Will until they became loyal soldiers. But Nosphaleen had no desire to do this. Not to mention the fact Borun was far too weak-his still being alive would mean she would have to deal with two Demon waves at once. The tradeoff wasnʼt worth it.

What she wanted was his memories. So, she used [Petalfall Mirage].

At its most basic level, [Petalfall Mirage] triggered memory loss, weakening oneʼs Comprehensions and whittling down oneʼs Skill Mastery.

But Nosphaleen had long since not been at the weakest levels. With a Vipermancer leading her, was it even possible?

Not only was she not at the weakest level, but she had already fully mastered it, and was even beginning to make it somewhat her own.

Not only could she wipe memories, but she could take them now.

She needed to use [Silken Reverie] in conjunction so that there wouldnʼt be any resistance, but once both worked in tandem, there was nothing a target could do to resist her at all. The end result was inevitable.

Borun crumbled to ash, and memories about the Sanctums, their strongest individuals, their appearances, and whether she should avoid them or not came to mind.

But there was something else.

Skills to use the Whale Warlord Armor.

Sylas had gotten her the Armor, but he didnʼt have access to the Whale Moon, so he didnʼt have a sea of resources to supplement the Armor and its strength.

But Borun certainly did.

Nosphaleen didnʼt plan on using her Skill for this purpose. She wanted Borunʼs memories and understanding of the current landscape of enemies.

She wasnʼt Sylas-she couldnʼt adapt as quickly as he could to situations—so she needed to prepare in advance or else she would find herself in a corner she couldnʼt get out of.

However, what she didnʼt expect was what she actually found.

The first thing was a Skill, one that she needed more than words could explain. [Whale Sink].

It was a Domain formed with the Whale Warlord Armor as a foundation. Using it, she could completely turn attacks into a sea of strength that she could use for herself.

Not only could she take energy from the attacks of enemies to fuel her own, but she could also just directly take the energy to replenish her stamina as well.

This was the strongest pairing Skill the Whale Warlord had. In fact, it wasnʼt technically a Skill at all—it was a Growth Skill. The truth was that the 073 Sanctum didnʼt even have this Skill because they had never earned it.

However, as useful as this Growth Skill was right now—especially since Nosphaleen could steal some of Borunʼs comprehension as well-there was something else that caught Nosphaleenʼs attention.

Her gaze sharpened.

The Thryskai? Why would Borun have memories about this?

Nosphaleen dug deeper, and the more she uncovered, the more grave her expression became.

After a long while, she made a decision. Slapping her palms together, she triggered another Skill in Borunʼs memories: [Swallow Clone].

However, she was far from done.

At the same time, in the outside world, Robareda was doing her best not to hyperventilate, her small fists squeezed together so tight her body temp was skyrocketing.

ʼMesmeryx! With two Lineal Legendary Skills!ʼ