Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1826: Questions

The Legendary Luck Gene was supposed to be something Sylas used on his Foundation. Its purpose was to elevate his Foundation, weeding out any weaknesses.

Its most basic function was that if he had a Bronze Foundation, it could likely elevate it to Silver. If he had a Silver Foundation, it could likely elevate it to Gold.

It was such a shocking reward that even a perfect Legendary Foundation might even be able to be elevated by it.

Honestly, Sylas wasnʼt sure. These were just things he had good educated guesses on.

The more shocking use of the Legendary Luck Gene, though, was probably the fact that it could have made his advancement look as though he had perfected his Foundation at Level O first before progressing.

This was the real reason Sylas was so interested in it. He had always felt that he could perfect his Foundation by himself.

In the end, though, Sylas did neither. Reaper Sealwright had changed all of his calculations about everything. Now he was more interested in finding a balance between improvement and building his foundation.

So long as he struck that balance well, Reaper Sealwright would eventually patch up any mistakes he had made.

Of course, Sylas was very much aware that there would be a limit to this. Everyone seemed to think that previous systems were more powerful than this one, and Reaper Sealwright was ultimately something that relied on the systemʼs power to work.

Although Sylas had comprehended the Seals himself, this truth was still something that could bite him in the ass if he was uncareful.

But as far as Sylas could tell, the system was so powerful that he couldnʼt see it being a limiting factor even well into the A-tier.

That meant that what he had needed the Legendary Luck Gene for the most had suddenly become... worthless.

Of course, there was an elephant in the room. Just because Reaper Sealwright could replace the function of the Legendary Luck Gene didnʼt mean that it could do so right now. Obviously, Sylas wasnʼt walking around like a God already, so he wasnʼt yet ready.

Why waste an opportunity to use the Legendary Luck Gene?

The Legendary Luck Gene could only be used at the F-tier. It was just like any other Core Stat Gene in that regard. It wasnʼt like Sylas could save it for a breakthrough into D-tier down the line.

So why?

”What do you know about this?” Sylas asked the Duchess, knowing that she had followed him out.

”...Why have none of them attacked you?” the Duchess asked. There should have been shadows from previous battles constantly putting them in danger just like last time. But Sylas was just standing there as though he wasnʼt in the middle of the most dangerous region of the Secret Realm.

Sylas looked over, his expression the same callously cold.

The Duchess exhaled a breath. ”I do not know what that is. Iʼm not a Rune Master, and even if I was, I would only be familiar with Demonic Runes. Can you answer my question, please?”

She was really asking the question because she wanted to know how Sylas had killed her in her last life so easily.

One moment, she was the most powerful person she had ever personally met, and in the next moment she was being toyed with by someone a whole Tier beneath her.

”Do you know what this Golden Battlefield is?” Sylas asked.

”Itʼs a place where a great battle took place, a battle so great it echoed across time and space, leaving imprints of the greatest warriors of their time.”

Sylas nodded. That was what he considered too.

But what it didnʼt explain was how this related to the Golden Race and their fascination with Spacetime.

While it made sense for the Golden Race to want their descendants to share the same fortitude, grit, and talent as their ancestors, it didnʼt make sense for them to forcefully make Spacetime affinity a requirement of that.

It had to be remembered that the original reason Old Brama built Andromeda in the first place was to help train the person who would eventually clear this Secret Realm.

The entire purpose from the very start was this.

But as far as Sylas could tell, though the Gold Races of today had surely fallen quite a way from their original station... they werenʼt a Race with any particular affinity for Spacetime or even Rune Mastery for that matter.

They were a Race of combat. Specifically, physical combat.

Their Golden Aether was heavy and dense. They were all warriors made for the close range.

They werenʼt the sort of finesse Race you would expect to control Spacetime. In fact, none of the Echoes on this battlefield did. Every time you were attacked, it wasnʼt some great twist of time or collapsing of space. It was just a swing of the sword or the firing of an arrow at worst.

This was an inconsistency that bothered Sylas for a while, but he didnʼt have an answer. The only possible explanation seemed to be that the Golden Races wanted their people to evolve down a new route to break free of what had potentially limited them in the past.

But if that was the case, they would have almost certainly been the reason their people had declined so much.

What else would you expect to happen when you forced a group of your descendants to try and accomplish something they had no talent for?

Maybe it was always meant to end with someone like Sylas swooping in and taking advantage of the situation. Even if Zayreus hadnʼt been compromised by Greed, it certainly wouldnʼt have been him who succeeded.

But then Sylas looked at things another way.

This prison... he remembered criticizing it because he thought it was stupid. If you were strong enough to trap something, why werenʼt you sturdy enough to kill it?

Sylas took a breath and then squeezed down on the Legendary Luck Gene.

It shattered instantly.