Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1759: Worth It

Unfortunately for Sylas, that answer was obvious to him immediately as well.

[A-Grade Medley (Gold) (Raw Template)]

[The Harmony of the universe is only heard by the strong and suffered by the weak. Hear the tune of an A-tier, dance to their rhythm, and strike with their power] [Uses: 1/1]

He had already used one of his rewards to learn about this Call of the Titan, but was he going to have to use a second so immediately afterward?

The value of A-Grade Medley was hard to describe, and it might remarkably well save Sylas in the future. A future that was a lot nearer than it probably seemed right this moment.

However... a one-time-use item versus a perpetual improvement to his grasp and understanding over a Profession that was invaluable to him.

If he could use Call of the Titan on Reaper Sealwright, he wouldnʼt have to worry about life-threatening Profession Quests, his improvement would be smooth, and most importantly of all, he would have an inside track to maximizing his Grimblade Race.

On top of that, he had already proven several times that Reaper Sealwright wasnʼt just an auxiliary ability. It could be used directly in combat as well.

It had helped him kill Amende, and though he had purposely not used it against Salivar, had he, the battle would have been far easier than it had been.

The trouble was...

Even A-Grade Medley might not be enough to guarantee that he didnʼt lose his life. The gap between A-tier and S- tier wasnʼt something that Sylas had experienced personally, but he knew for a fact it had to be huge.

Just because he used A-Grade Medley didnʼt mean that he would get off scot-free. If anything, it just might mean that he was in pain for longer.

However...

ʼItʼs worth it.ʼ

Sylas wasnʼt the sort to try and hoard something that could save his life only a single time. He would always choose foundation over immediate gains. What was long and lasting would never match up to what was short and fleeting.

But it was still impossible for him to make this sort of choice without more assurances. He needed more... what he genuinely needed was a version of Andromeda that could be used with his current self.

ʼWait...ʼ

An idea churned in Sylasʼ mind.

His limiting factor right now was certainly his Wisdom. Of all his Mental Stats, Wisdom was now the only one that wasnʼt Willborne. However, the state of his Willborne Intelligence was very odd as well.

He had deciphered how to form Willborne Intelligence, but unlike his Willborne Charisma, his Willborne Intelligencewas very tier-dependent. If he progressed to E-tier, he would likely lose it.

Luckily, he had received a multiplier to his reward, and thus he now had a Glassvolt Cryst that would help him form Willborne Intelligence in the E-tier as well.

So long as Sylas stayed ahead of it, he was confident in keeping his Willborne Intelligence. And, if he reached a certain threshold, he would likely be completely free to keep his Willborne Intelligence even without the need of a reward like the Glassvolt Cryst.

However, this was only fringely related to what Sylas had in mind right now.

If his Wisdom became Willborne Wisdom, then it would become far more elastic and flexible. It would also gain some of the effects of Infinite Will, essentially becoming undying.

Would it still have limits?

Of course.

Sylas had taken his fair share of high-level math classes, so he knew that there were differences even in infinity, as counterintuitive as that sounded. In addition, his Infinite Will seemed to be a bit... crippled.

The system didnʼt seem sure that he had it, and something told Sylas it was because his base tier and Will stat werenʼt high enough to display its full might.

Even so, if he could find a way to tie his Wisdom to his Will, then his Wisdom would undoubtedly have far more staying power.

If he combined A-Grade Medley with Willborne Wisdom... he might have just enough to make it.

But the question was... how could he do that?

He couldnʼt just drum up something so valuable out of thin air. Even if he was determined to do it, Sylas bet it would take him a year or two.

Of course, such an assessment would be ridiculous to most. Determination shouldnʼt be a measure of how possible something was... unless you were Sylas, that is.

But in a year or two, Sylas might already long be dead if he wasnʼt pushing forward and improving every waking moment.

He needed another way.

Sylas stood up and vanished.

It took a while, but Sylas eventually found Old Brama. Without much more than a nod in greeting, he began to speak. The mo he did so, the more Old Bramaʼs eye twitched.

”Are you... insane?” Old Brama finally said. ”Andromeda is not meant to work like that, and youʼve already long superseded the capacity. I just donʼt have the skill to do something like that.”

”But the legacy youʼve been learning from does,” Sylas replied calmly. ”Give it to me.”

Old Bramaʼs pupils constricted into pinholes. After a long while, he shook his head and sighed.

”In my hands, itʼs still fine. But if you take this legacy, it will cause a great number of problems. Theyʼre fine to ignore me because Iʼm weak and unskilled. In your hands, though, this method might truly be revived. At that point, there will be more powers than you could imagine that will want to get their hands on it.

”That is actually only part of the truth. They are ignoring me because Iʼm unskilled. But itʼs also because Iʼm unskilled that the inheritance hasnʼt shown its full potential, so they actually arenʼt sure if whatʼs in my possession is real and true or not-”

Sylas held up a hand. ”I have powerful enemies already. I donʼt care about adding more. Let them come.”

Old Bramaʼs lip twitched again. Pale-faced, he eventually handed it over.