Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1886: Twice

[Trial of the Monkey King (Gold)]

[Level Maximum: 51]

[Description: ...]

ʼGold,ʼ Sylas thought calmly.

He had somewhat prepared for this possibility, but this would make things tricky for sure. Even if he were at full health, clearly a Gold Dungeon would be a problem.

It had to be understood that this was unique from the ranking system that included Astral- or Empyrean-level Dungeons. This was a Mirror Dungeon. As such, it wasnʼt designed to be placed on the ranks of Dungeons across galaxies or Sectors.

That was to say, while those Dungeons had their difficulties decided by relativity, this was a raw assessment of the Dungeonʼs danger.

This ranking was so high in one part because of the evolution of the Mirror Dungeon, and in another part because Sylas was the Ancestor of the Monkey King Lineage.

It almost couldnʼt have gone any other way.

He would have felt more confident if this were the F-tier. But this was the E-tier.

He had known from the start that there was a possibility of this happening, but he had thought it was small. The Emperor Sanctum might have improved toward Demi-Godhood thanks to him, but that evolution was happening over time, and this was the very start of the period.

ʼSomeone sped things up.ʼ

This was already the second time in this journey that Rhykan had interfered. Sylas wasnʼt sure about the Maldrith situation, but this... this smelled of foul play.

It seemed that maybe he had underestimated Rhykan a little bit too.

If this were a Silver Dungeon, it would be a breeze. But how was he going to clear a Gold Dungeon he would have struggled with at full health? In fact, the odds of his surviving would have been less than 50% even then.

The good thing about Mirror Dungeons like this was that he could quit before death. But... what good was that?

If he quit, then heʼd just have an army of A-tiers waiting out here to take his life.

”Gogo. Nosphaleen.”

Gold rippled and the duo appeared before Sylas.

One of them was a beautiful serpent with scales as black as night, etched with grooves of gold. The crown of its head was formed of bones that radiated a similarly golden light.

Sylas nodded.

[Basilisk King (Gold)]

[Level: 50]

[Nosphaleen Tideborn (Sacred)]

[Level: 50]

There were truly too many things on his plate. Sylas had thought that he could get away with not forcing Gogo and Nosphaleenʼs progression into the E-tier, but it seemed that he would have to.

This was fine enough for Nosphaleen, who had pretty much reached the end of her potential, but it would be harder on Gogo since he had yet to.

Gogo would still need to reach Legendary, and then Sacred, before he finally did.

As for Nosphaleen, her Raceʼs limit had been Gold, so reaching Gold alone was enough for her to cross the Sacred barrier.

It had to be remembered that the measure of Sacred wasnʼt an actual Grade in itself, but instead a measure of domination in relation to oneʼs own Grade. This was why, despite the two technically being of the same Grade, while Nosphaleen was Sacred, Gogoʼs stats were actually better than Nosphaleenʼs.

”You asked what you needed to do?” Sylas said. ”Follow my instruction. Iʼll need your help to smoothly help them progress to the E-tier.”

The fat government worker suddenly jolted to his feet, his eyes going wide.

He finally connected the dots and almost fainted on the spot. But before he could make any sort of call or communicate what was going on, the doors to the building shattered. When he saw what was on their lapels, he directly fainted.

There was nothing provocative there, or so it seemed. It was nothing but a leather plate embroidered with the claw mark of a beast. But everyone in the Emperor Sanctum recognized this group.

The Enforcement Claw.

There were two branches of enforcement in the Emperor Sanctum. One was the Enforcement Wing and the other was the Enforcement Claw. The former dealt with matters of rules, law, trials, and interrogation. The latter, however... They only appeared to kill.

Made up of some of the strongest Mountain Disciples of the Sanctum, they were given unilateral rights to slay first and ask questions later... if they ever even cared to.

The first was a man of short stature. He was barely 5ʼ4, if that, and he radiated the aura of a Dove, a Lineage that would have been familiar to Sylas had he seen one of the Emperor disciples observing the gathering back then.

The second was a woman. She was easily over six and a half feet tall, her shoulders as broad as her chest. Yet another familiar aura radiated from her as well... the aura of the Lizard Emperor.

Her every step was as heavy as a mountain, and when her presence filled the space, on the very edge of teetering into the C-tier, it suffocated even many of those already at the Tier.

Everyone cleared the way, not a single soul daring to get in their way. But when they reached their target, he had already fainted.

That only lasted for a moment before he was screaming.

The Emperor Dove had somehow already appeared, sitting on the fat manʼs chest. One of the latterʼs arms had vanished. Not cut off, not rolling into the distance-just vanished.

”If youʼd like a chance to live,” he said calmly, ”I hope youʼll stay awake from now on. Now, who was it that activated a request for 666539-5464?”

The fat manʼs scream was caught in his throat as he fainted again.

The horror show was short, but lasted far too long for the tastes of those present. In the end, they got the information they wanted, but they were greeted with a troublesome reality.

Sylas had probably already entered.

Suppressing information was important, but it came with its drawbacks too. If everyone had been informed, there was no way Sylas would have slipped through that easily. But who would have known that Sylas would have the nerve to take advantage of such a thing?

”Iʼll go,” the Emperor Dove said. ”You report back.”