Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2293: Inheritance

Sylas looked into the skies as though he wasnʼt surprised at all. He had had a feeling that something like this was coming. It was next to inevitable.

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[Quicktime Event Triggered]

[Gluttony of the Serpentes]

[Level Recommended: 200]

[Description: Rampaging and deadly, endless and voluminous, thereʼs not much a Serpentes will not swallow if given the chance, and none more perfectly embody this than the World Serpent. It is foretold that a God of Serpents will select three disciples amongst the masses, but there is but one criterion… Kill Sylas Grimblade.] [Event Type: Survival]

[Clear Requirements]

>[Kill Sylas Grimblade]

OR

>[Survive]

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Sylas looked at the notification.

The Duchess immediately sat up. The level restriction instantly made it so that she couldnʼt participate. Though, as a Demon, even if she was within the level restriction, she couldnʼt.

The only reason she was so free now was because Earth was Sylasʼ jurisdiction. So long as she didnʼt do anything excessive, no one could touch her here.

Sylas slowly stood, lifting the Duchess up and then setting her down calmly.

There was a limit to how much the World Serpent could interfere. With his senses, he could almost certainly tell where Sylas was, but anything more and the system would interfere. So, instead, it could only do this.

For the Serpentes nearby, it could trigger a Quicktime Event for them. They would thus be directed toward Sylas. But that didnʼt mean that that was all the World Serpent Gentrixaul was doing.

Because of the restrictions, the level of the Quicktime Event was capped to Sylas. There was no way Gentrixaul thought that this would be enough to take Sylas down.

Instead, such a large scale Quicktime Event was bound to bring eyeballs, and anyone who could read between the lines would know that Gentrixaul wanted Sylas dead. At that point, the level didnʼt matter.

The drawback was obvious, though. As long as Sylas was in the event, no one above Level 200 could interfere. But what they could do was target his world.

And that was exactly why Sylas was here.

If he hadnʼt been here, Gentrixaul would have found another method to pin him down, maybe triggering an unrelated Quicktime Event to force Earth into a predicament.

This was the price that Sylas had to pay. On the one hand, this was the one path he had had to kill two S-tiers and get them off his back.

But on the other… it undoubtedly came with consequences.

He had known that when he did it, but for the sake of saving his parents, there wasnʼt anything he wasnʼt willing to do.

”What do you need me to do?” the Duchess asked.

Sylas gave her a look. ”Stay safe,” he said calmly.

The Duchess was a bit startled. ”But—”

Sylas had already turned away. He took a step into the skies, his mind churning with thoughts.

The Duchess watched him become smaller and smaller.

One half of her was asking a question she didnʼt know how to answer…. Did he really not even consider asking for the help of an S-tier? Even with the restrictions, so long as Sylas shrouded her, there was so much she could do to help.

She was smart enough to know that there were just certain things that were happening right now that were outside the bounds of the rules, so she could certainly help where others overstepped.

But Sylas…

Her cherry lips parted and she subconsciously pressed a hand to her belly. Right about now, many women in Demon Clans would be playing politics, vying for power so that they could support their sons and daughters in the future. Which woman wouldnʼt want their daughters to marry the strongest candidates and their sons to have the best chance at becoming scions?

But, watching Sylas now, the Duchess was having a hard time imagining their child ever having to deal with such a thing… Didnʼt needing a daughter for marriage alliances and a son as an heir imply the existence of a man who was willing to use his seed to the benefit of his future? Or a man who would eventually decline?

Would Sylas ever decline?

The Duchess blinked. Then, a light smile suddenly curled her lip.

Her lips began to move and words flew into Sylasʼ ears.

”My name is Xarvenya Thraskathira Ghorazaknariel San… no, Grimblade.”

Sylasʼ steps paused and he looked back down at her. From the height he stood at, she should have been nothing more than a dot, but he could see her so very clearly.

He stayed there for a moment and then nodded.

In a flash, he had vanished, standing beyond Earthʼs atmospheric barrier and watching the rings of water rush around it.

Sylas took a breath as though there wasnʼt a vacuum around him, his eyes the picture of calm.

Sure, staying here sounded good and all… but he much preferred to go hunting.

Did he look like an easy target?

He vanished.

…

Serpentes from all across the Sector looked up at the skies to read their notifications. Shock peeled across their faces, most of which was because a lot of them werenʼt Overlords. They werenʼt supposed to receive notifications from the system like this. They were mostly used as cannon fodder for someone else to rise up.

Their progress was slow and labored, and it came with countless hurdles and pitfalls.

To Serpentes like this, the notification meant something very different. It wasnʼt just a chance to become the disciples under such a powerful existence… It was the chance to become a member of an Overlord Race.

There were a very small number in this group that lingered in an underbelly of society that few knew about… Those that could progress far without the systemʼs help were few and far between. And amongst them, there were some existences who had learned to live life entirely without it, tapping into old techniques and practices that existed long before the system ever formed… And these were the existences that stirred under the effects of this notification.

They had no interest in the help of the system.

What they wanted was Gentrixaulʼs inheritance.