Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1827: Impossible

Sylas had stared into the explosion of the Legendary Luck Gene. Every individual Rune that produced it up spread outward, and it looked as though it was going to quickly dissipate.

That was when the Golden Battlefield shook beneath Sylasʼ command.

The world was forced into a state of calm, time slowing to a crawl.

The Runes that should have long faded away were trapped in a quagmire of Sylasʼ creation.

This Legendary Luck Gene had been by Sylasʼ side ever since the Champion Dungeon. However, as powerful as his Rune Mastery had grown, he had never been able to decipher or read it.

At his current level, there shouldnʼt have been an F-tier Rune in existence that he couldnʼt read. Even if he couldnʼt immediately draw it, or understanding it took several days, weeks, even months at a time, it would be fine.

But this Legendary Luck Gene was like a stone wall. No matter how he tried to study it, even with the help of his new self-created mech designs, he was just unable to do it.

This only meant one thing to Sylas:

There was a higher level of Rune Mastery out there somewhere. Or maybe Void Mastery had such a long path ahead that he was far too far away from its limits to truly be without limits.

Sylas decided to change that.

However, he realized that doing so in the F-tier was impossible. At this point, the limitation wasnʼt just his intelligence, it was his body itself. Even with D-Grade Runeweaver Eyes, it didnʼt seem like enough.

Whatever concepts he wasnʼt understanding here represented a level of Rune Mastery that might very well be beyond the Gods themselves.

A level of Rune Mastery only creators of Universal Systems were capable of reaching.

It was this level that Sylas had always wanted to reach. But... he knew that it was a fleeting dream.

While this Legendary Luck Gene was technically an F-Grade Rune, it was certainly the creation of someone or something that had seen far beyond the scope of the A-tier, beyond maybe even the S-tier.

To look at it as an F-Grade Rune was simply doing yourself a disservice.

There were some extremely complex concepts that only PhDs could explain as though they were reading a childrenʼs book. But that didnʼt mean that the concepts themselves were meant to be in childrenʼs books.

To then expect the equivalent of a toddler to understand it was impossible.

But Sylas was determined.

That was because he understood that for this Legendary Luck Gene to work the way it did, it had to incorporate a level of Rune Mastery that dove deeper into the layers of the body than he had ever seen... so deep that it touched beyond just the most common of the layers and reached down into Potential and Free Chaos.

This had to be what lay beyond the Void. What was hidden in the Runes would give Sylas the path forward he wanted.

But, as he looked at it...

ʼ... I donʼt understand.ʼ

Sylas didnʼt even have an inkling. Everything had been separated and parsed, the Runes were practically frozen in time, he could see them from every iteration and permutation, and yet... He couldnʼt understand a single thing.

He stood there, staring, memorizing, organizing, and cataloguing, but it made no difference at all.

Why was there an Ice Rune next to a Cleaning Rune? Why was this Fire Rune upside down and mirrored for no reason at all? Why was it that so many long sections of Rune constructs seemed to form ladders and bridges to others without purpose or reason?

Sylas had never seen Runes as part of a Mesh of Runes that served no other purpose but to link with others. They seemed functionally dead. With the way the Aether was designed to flow through these Runes, they would never flourish the way they should.

Sometimes these useless Runes actually did have a function. Maybe they were designed to contain heat, or maybe they were designed to direct lightning; some of them were quite literally best used as a part of a vehicle with wheels specifically. But in the Mesh of Runes themselves, they didnʼt act like this, instead being almost like... ʼFiller.ʼ

Was someone obstructing his views?

There was another possibility in Sylasʼ head... and that was that the only way to truly understand this Rune was by seeing it in its complete state.

But it had already long been established that he couldnʼt. It was like when Genes had once only looked like blobs of bright light to him. He couldnʼt parse apart their individual structures at all.

Now, he was right back there.

Sylas stood there for a long while. It seemed that he had finally bitten off more than he could chew.

How could you finish a meal when you didnʼt even know where to bite first?

Sylas closed his eyes and took a breath, exhaling slowly.

It seemed that he wasnʼt going to get what he wanted out of this today. Even with the foundation of an E-Grade Spark Master, even with D-Grade Runeweaver Eyes, even with his intelligence, he couldnʼt make heads or tails of any of it.

In that case, there was only one thing left to do.

The battlefield trembled.

Indeed, it was odd that the Golden Races would focus so much on Spacetime. And if the purpose was Spacetime, then what was the point of the Demons?

Were they really just trying to trap something else here? Or were they trying to accomplish something else?

Why did they stratify the Sanguara, Blazara, and Ghorath into tiers of their own selves?

Sylas realized that by skipping the F-tier version of this Secret Realm, he had done himself a disservice. But, it was already impossible to go back to confirm his suspicions.

Or, rather, it would have been had he not had this battlefield and the Legendary Luck Gene.

He might not understand how the Legendary Luck Gene worked, but he knew how to use it.

And he would use it to peer into the Foundation of this battlefield.