Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1883: Plan? (1)

Maybe even Maldrith could have never expected what Sylasʼ choice would be right now. Sylas had already said that they would never guess what his intentions were. Yet, somehow, after being exposed for his movements, it would now be even more unlikely.

Anyone who knew what happened in the current situation was also aware that Sylas had come out heavily injured.

He had lost an arm, a large portion of his inner organs, and his Will itself had suffered severe suppression at the hands of an entire world. These werenʼt the sort of things that could just be brushed off.

Granted, Sylas had a Legend by his side and the help of the Weaver Guild. While no one thought that he would die from such injuries, without an exceptionally skilled healer, it would take him weeks to be back to full health.

The wonderful news was that the Weaver Guild had the Laraft Race, a Race with a heavily skewed female population who had skin that bordered on a natural gold and hair that glimmered like white-gold octopi.

They were a partially odd Race, but also well known for their beauty nonetheless, despite having many unconventional features compared to many other Humanoid Races. This was especially so since many of them had orbs of brass for eyes eerily similar to a assured Angel Race.

However, even the Laraft would need some time to help Sylas. Not all injuries could be healed instantly, at least not without using a treasure beyond the Mortal Realm.

That was exactly why no one would expect that Sylas would appear right at the core of Emperor Sanctum territory, in the heart of a place that... wasnʼt quite yet a territory at all.

Those people were probably right to think that Sylas wouldnʼt appear. In fact, they had no way to prove that his original intention was making it to the Emperor Sanctum in the first place.

At the moment, the best speculation was that Sylas wanted to learn from another Progenitor, unaware of the relationship that Maldrith had with the Emperor Sanctum. Or maybe he had thought that since Maldrith had had a falling out with the Emperor Sanctum, they would be two kindred spirits.

Of course, it was hard to justify how Sylas might know that in the first place. Maldrith hadnʼt appeared in generations and had firmly cut ties with the Emperor Sanctum as well.

There were many cases of people with great talent ”disappearing” from their Clans and organizations in the past. Many probably thought that Maldrith had gone to the Demi-God World, or had maybe even attempted to cross over into another Heaven.

Still, as many holes as this explanation had, it was more acceptable than the idea that someone as smart and sharp as Sylas would think that a single Legend would be enough to reverse the tide within Emperor Sanctum territory. That didnʼt make any sense.

Maldrith was just one character of the Lion Lineage. Granted, he was an exceptional talent and would have likely been the 711th Lion Emperor had he not lost to his brother. But he was still just one character after all.

Let alone the fact that Maldrithʼs brother was still alive, the 710th Lion Emperor was still alive as well. As were the 712th... and 713th.

The Emperor Sanctum wasnʼt like the Warlord Sanctums, who only had one set of Ancestors still alive. They grew far more powerful, and as such, they lived far longer.

And that didnʼt count the numerous other Ancestors who werenʼt quite so dominant in their generations but were still the cream of the crop.

You had to account for all of that before you even began to count the Serpent Emperors, the Ape Emperors, the Whale Emperors, and all the other Lineages beneath them.

How was one Fanelei going to deal with all of that on her own?

And now Sylas had come here looking little different from a dead man walking.

He didnʼt have the time to grow his arm back out. Instead, he had a bone in place of it, wrapped in the emerald- gold glow of his telekinesis. The good news was that his head and lungs were at least intact, but his other organs... well... they had seen better days, was about the best it could be put.

Sylasʼ usually bronzed skin was practically as pale as a ghost, his breathing shallow. His hair seemed to have somehow lost all its moisture, as though it could snap if you touched it too forcefully or directly fall off his head.

Honestly, Fanelei didnʼt quite know how Sylas was still standing at the moment. It was an exceptional feat.

What she also didnʼt understand was how she was standing here either. There was no way the Emperor Sanctum was so incompetent as to so easily allow an A-tier into their territory.

At first, Fanelei thought that it might be related to the Scorned Wraps, but if Sylas tried to use the Scorned Wraps right now on such a large scale, he wouldnʼt just pass out—heʼd probably die.

Then she felt it. It was like the world around them was quite... docile toward Sylas.

”What exactly is the plan here?”

Sylas was an easily recognizable figure to all members of the Sanctums, and yet he wasnʼt making an effort to disguise himself either.

Even if he did, that skeleton arm would stand out like a sore thumb and be bound to require answers.

Sylas, though, had already told Fanelei what he came to do. He wasnʼt going to say it again.

Fanelei had brought them to a mostly abandoned location on the world Sylas had already told her he wanted to go to before. She had done this by slipping out of the teleportation just slightly ahead of time so that they could go undetected.

She didnʼt have much of a space affinity, but there were perks to being an A-tier Rune Master.

However, Sylas had begun crossing the distance back to civilization, and now the main city was on the horizon. They could run into someone at any time.

In fact, if the guards of the city were worth much of anything, they already had eyes on them.

But Sylas just kept shrinking the earth beneath his feet until he was at the gates.