Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1256: Easy Method

Sylas’ mind entered a deep state of focus, sinking into the Mesh of Reality. One echo of the past after another swept over his senses, pulling and tugging on him in unexpected ways.

But now, he was far more ready than before, the impact on his mind lessening with every passing thought. It was almost like he was massaging his own senses into obedience.

The first thing Sylas noticed was that Demonic Will was truly different from his normal Will. Of course, he had always known this, but it was a fact he almost took for granted.

His normal Will was built on self-control, while his Demonic Will was built on self-assertion. One restrained, the other was a wild, controlled sort of chaos. One was flexible, while the other was rigid and unbending.

What the Demons saw as Will and what Sylas saw as Will were two vastly different things.

But what left Sylas wondering was that... he couldn’t sense any ”normal” Will here at all.

Was this not a battlefield of the Golden Champions versus the Noble Demons? Then why was it that it felt they were all Demons fighting a civil war?

As the thoughts swirled in Sylas’ mind, he dug deeper, stretching his visualization through the battlefield.

The range of his Luck should have increased substantially. Until now, he had only been using two kilometers or so, but while he had yet to become the Progenitor of the Milky Way, Sylas was fairly certain that his Luck had undergone a substantial change.

Maybe the value itself hadn’t changed much, but its depth—the meaning behind every stat point—should reach far further.

So... if he pushed... just a little bit...

Sylas felt his visualization stretching beyond two kilometers.

Everything blurred, and he didn’t think to use this chance to find the Sanguara or Megean at all. His goal was very different this time.

Soon, he ran into a wall, unable to press beyond five kilometers no matter how hard he tried. But this he had expected as well.

A battlefield with so many powerhouses on it couldn’t possibly take place on such a small scale. His visualization alone would never be enough. In fact, even if it was, as an F-tier existence, he shouldn’t be capable of doing much with it at all.

However...

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\[Dominus Paragon (Legendary) (Contested Title)]

\[The power of your mind has been displayed and acknowledged. In this Sector, you are the undisputed best, carrying within yourself insight, sharpness, and wit that stands beyond all others. A wiseman beyond wisemen, an intellectual beyond scholars, a powerhouse of strategy and technical skill that strikes fear in your enemies]

\[+1000% Mental]

—

There was a 10x boost on his Wisdom that he was more than happy to take advantage of.

’There’s that feeling... I knew it...’

The hard cap of five kilometers was suddenly broken.

Sylas had felt that this might be possible, it was just that there was no benefit to him in doing it.

Spreading his visualization through the world was one thing, but through the Mesh of Reality was another thing entirely. He had already speculated that when Time and Space came together, it could reach an unfathomable level—one where distance versus the past, present, and future ceased to be meaningful.

A quantum sort of state.

Just from his rudimentary understanding of physics, Sylas knew that when looking at the world with this level of magnifying glass, all the laws became meaningless. Even something happening countless light-years apart could be synced perfectly.

And that was exactly what Sylas was banking on.

His visualization had a limit in the real world, on the macro level.

But was the limitation the same in the Mesh of Reality? Did he have to consider it as strongly?

If he focused on his Progenitor Flame Abilities, the only limitation on how far he could spread his visualization range was how much his mind could withstand.

And as a Dominus Paragon... that limit was more than enough for an E-Grade limited world like this one.

BANG!

Sylas felt an explosion in his mind as he reached the edges of the Golden Battlefield. Every aspect, every twisting change, every minor echo was reflected in his mind—his thoughts.

His breath shook.

He wasn’t able to see Megean or the Sanguara. But what he could see were the secrets of this Golden Battlefield laid bare.

The feeling was almost like looking at a renaissance painting. Everything was so complex, but it carried such meaning, such depth.

This battlefield wasn’t just a recollection of a past event—it was an imprint of countless hearts, a reminder of a fight they had laid down their lives for then and would be willing to lay their lives for again; a reminder that the battle was still ongoing and still needed to be fought.

Their roars of agony, their twisted pain, their heartfelt despair... it all bombarded against Sylas’ Will again and again, relentless and savage.

But this still wasn’t what Sylas was looking for. As those lost souls of the past whispered to him, he was looking for something more. Something that he could take advantage of.

And then he felt it... the Runic Formation that created this place.

It was something that could only be seen at the greatest depths. Only when you saw the entire picture could you begin to grasp even just a little bit of it at its edges.

This was it.

Sylas had learned so much about Runes, grasped so much about Rune Casting, and had even had the chance to learn many simple Runes as well.

But he had never truly been given a powerful Legacy to study other than his Scorpion Warlord Armor. The Time and Space Tomes that now laid the foundation of his Chrono and Spatial Casting didn’t have any unique Time or Space Runes in them at all.

This led to an ironic situation where Sylas could wield and comprehend Time and Space better than most, and yet had no easy method of applying it to battle.

What was even more ironic was that the formation he was looking at now was certainly no ”easy method” either.

But it was exactly what Sylas wanted nonetheless.