Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1947: Yamero

Sylas was quite curious about what he was seeing.

Obviously, all of the creatures here were Constructs. They didnʼt have bodies.

Maybe it wasnʼt accurate to say that Yamero was building itself a body, but it was hard to call it anything else.

Yameroʼs Construct was using its ability to control space to trigger changes around it and force a physical form. When Sylas pulled it out from the void, for a moment, it looked like he was looking at a real living creature instead of just a construct.

This fascinated Sylas because he had never even seen or read about such a thing. It was rare he was impressed by anything, but this might be such a rare moment.

A body was just a series of mechanisms that worked together. There was nothing in universal law that stated a body had to be formed of flesh and blood. In fact, there were almost certainly Races out there that were nothing like that.

Yamero was essentially controlling space around it to such a finely tuned level that it was becoming a part of it. There was a section where one would expect a heart to be that was pumping Spatial Aether through it, almost like a heart would. There was a portion lower down that seemed to be swallowing Spatial Aether that couldnʼt be used, breaking it down, and then using it to power Yameroʼs Will directly.

The only problem with this Construct was that Yamero had to micromanage and control everything.

It was no wonder it was so obsessed with gaining new Spatial Abilities. It was doing everything it could to reach a state where its Spatial Body would be as autonomous and effective as a real body.

It was fascinating.

This beast was a genius.

Sylas realized in that moment that Yameroʼs spatial affinity might be far weaker than his own, but the beastʼs understanding of space was far beyond his own.

The only reason Yamero hadnʼt already broken free of the prison Sylas had formed was because it wasnʼt just formed of Space, it also incorporated comprehensions one could only grasp if you understood time as well.

Sylas raised a hand and pressed it down. All at once, Yameroʼs heart stopped beating, its stomach stopped churning, its makeshift construction of inner organs grinding to a halt.

When Sylas removed his palm from Yameroʼs head, it all started up again and Yamero began to hack and wheeze, begging for air but taking several minutes before it could come back.

”Your methods are fascinating, but they are flawed. I surmise that itʼs because youʼve taken such a unique path that you fell to me so easily. So much of your power is tied into keeping this body running.

”But I can tell you now that without time, youʼll never succeed in crafting this body to even half the potential you seek. And without an understanding of void, youʼll never reach 80%. Even I do not know if itʼs possible to reach 100% right now. You are trying to create a completely different form of life.”

Yameroʼs rage vanished as though it had been blown into the wind. Instead, its eyes lit up and it looked at Sylas as though a baby at its new toy.

”I will let you go.” Sylas said calmly. ”I cannot help an A-tier to this level, not unless you can successfully regress to the E-tier. If you can find a way to gain a time affinity on your own-.”

”I can regress.”

Sylas raised an eyebrow.

”Tier is just a state of being. If I fold myself through enough layers of space, I can appear to be an E-tier.”

”That is not possible without time affinity.” Sylas concluded after a moment of thought.

”Not necessarily. That is only if you are only accounting for one sort of Realm space. If you are folding between the Mortal and Demi-God Realms, it is possible.”

”The Demi-God Realm has different dimensional layers?”

”Yes. The Mortal Realm only has three dimensions of space. The Demi-God Realm has more. If I allow my Will to seep into the Demi-God Realm and then fold it back down to the Mortal Realm, much of my strength will be locked away in layers of space I can no longer access.”

”In which case you will appear to have a far weaker Will than you do, fooling the system.”

”Exactly, exactly!”

Yamero seemed excited, almost as though it was finally speaking to someone as smart as itself for the first time. If it was anyone else, it would have needed a much longer explanation than that before they understood.

”I see. But this method will also restrict you to the Mortal Realms.”

”Did you not say that you can help me?” Yamero blinked. ”If you help me gain a time affinity, I will deal with the rest. At that point, it will be easier.”

Sylas nodded. ”Okay.”

Nosphaleen stood to the side, smiling. She wasnʼt even sure if Sylas knew it quite yet, but she felt like she had just witnessed him make his first true friend.

Or maybe she had just witnessed the very same thing for Yamero as well.

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Sylas soared through the skies as though on a surfboard. He held Nosphaleen up by her waist as Yamero shot through the clouds like an arrow, a beaming smile on its face.

The formerly arrogant Spark Weaver appeared giddy and was constantly bouncing ideas, theories, and questions off Sylas in a continuous stream.

Despite the fact that it was far weaker now, it was like it didnʼt care about it at all, like all the centuries and millennia of work it had put in were meaningless.

”Yes, and if you this is it,” Yamero came to a sudden stop both in its sentence and its flight.

Down below there was an encampment of youths.

In Sylasʼ opinion, if he was going to take control of the Emperor Sanctum, this was probably the first segment he should bring under his heel.

For the time being, there was no use wasting any time using schemes.

Since he had the power, he would do things the old fashioned way.

With a step, Sylas plummeted through the skies, falling right for the encampment.