Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2278: Is Death

Cheriʼs eyes widened.

Humiliation. That was the only word she could use to describe it. There wasnʼt anything else that it could be.

Their guild was very open with their love lives, but this was something that festered and went wild amongst the lowest rung of disciples.

Plus, it was one thing to do something like that of your own volition. To be demanded to do it by another as though you were a pair of circus clowns present for the entertainment of others… That was a different matter entirely.

Cheri looked at Sylas again. For some reason, she found herself relying on him more and more. She didnʼt even consciously realize she was looking at him until she saw those still as lake eyes.

Sylas didnʼt seem particularly angry or particularly happy. He simply looked…

Indifferent.

And then he spoke.

”It seems that… old age really isnʼt enough of a teacher.”

Melodyʼs eyes narrowed. No woman liked to be called old, and it seemed like Sylas was entirely indifferent to her threats.

Instead, he slowly reached toward his back.

”Let what happens here today be a lesson to the world, should any of you survive, that is.” Sylas said slowly.

This time, he pulled out not a calligraphy brush, but instead…

His scythe.

SHIIIIIING.

”I will spell it out just once so that it wonʼt be forgotten again.”

Sylasʼ scythe almost carelessly curved through the air. The echo of the blade was so sharp that a swath of disciples down below were instantly cut in two, but he didnʼt even acknowledge them.

”When the Grimblades arrive, you do not ask questions, you do not block and oppose, you do not stand in their way. You hold your tongue, you control your breath, you restrain your aura.

”The punishment for not doing so…

”Is death.”

The aura of Sylasʼ Lust Seed roared through the air. His Will instantly became overwhelming, so suffocating and all encompassing it felt like what was once a single drop before was worth as much as an ocean now.

Melody grunted and felt as though all of her Aether Pathways had been constricted in the same instant of time. Her flight in the air was suddenly restrained.

Every one of them was flying with the use of telekinesis. But the moment their Wills faltered, how could they continue.

Melody hurriedly slammed out with a palm, meeting a scythe hidden in the shadows.

She shrieked as her hand was sliced clean off and she was sent flying.

Sylas didnʼt seem to be in a great rush.

He threw the scythe in his hand and it spiralled down through the air, following down after Melody faster than she could retreat.

Chi.

Its curve pierced into her chest and slammed her to the ground, pinning her through.

The blade was so thick it ran from nearly her chin to her belly button, splitting her body down in almost two halves.

Blood bubbled up from her mouth, her eyes flickering in a wild daze as though she couldnʼt believe what was happening. It was like she had lost control over herself.

All of the elders in the surroundings found themselves gritting their teeth and tightening their fists beneath the aura. The only one who seemed entirely unaffected was Cheri herself… But no one needed to guess to know why that was.

Sylas didnʼt even shake her off of his arm. Instead, he raised a hand and the planet seemed to tremble.

Melody coughed up another mouthful of blood and tried to pull herself free from the scythe, but it felt like all of her strength was being continuously sapped away.

Sylas didnʼt even look at her again.

He could feel overwhelming might spilling out of him in droves and he realized something fascinating at that moment.

Unlike with Runes, there was no F-tier to S-tier level of void.

The void was exactly that…

The void. It was endless and all-encompassing.

So the question was, what was he actually comprehending when he improved it?

What he was learning about was how the void interacted differently with reality and matter at higher levels, how its relationship changed in relation to those things, and how it manipulated matters differently.

That was all to say… that the void, regardless of his own tier, should his Will and Charisma be strong enough… Was capable of influencing and affecting just about anything.

And the moment his Charisma spilled forth as it did, it was like the entire world had become shrouded in his domain.

Between his void and his Lust Seed, the Rune Masters around him could neither maintain their telekinesis or cast Runes.

So…

He would kill.

The Hollow Ship zipped through the air, heading right for Dominan. However, the Patriarch was sharp. He realized that something was wrong instantly and brought out a shield and sword.

There was a bubbling sense of humiliation in him. He hadnʼt had to use his weapons in millennia. But now he was actually bringing them out against such a— BANG.

The head of an elder beside him exploded, the blood splattering all over the side of his face. He could taste the crimson dripping down his lip, his body shaking for a moment as he took heed of just what had happened.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Runes danced in the air as screams filled what was left in between.

Sylasʼ pupils dilated, his mind reaching an absolute state of focus. He used layering changing of space and time, mixing in heavy doses of the void to trick the sight of the experts around him.

The moment they were alert to a hidden weapon killing them all, they thought they could handle it. But every time they grew confident, another one of them would die, and then another.

Sylas didnʼt move an inch, his Lust blooming off of him in waves that were starting to affect the surrounding disciples.

Without a care in the world, some of them directly started ravaging the person beside them.

Dominan realized in that moment that he couldnʼt just stand around and do nothing.

With a roar, he charged right at Sylas.