Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1307

Chapter 1307: Gene Detected

The world rocked, and Sylas felt as though his entire body had been thrown into chaos.

’Not good...’

It was the one thought he seemed capable of having at all. In this sort of situation, pain wasn’t something to avoid. In fact, it was something he hoped to feel. If he could feel pain, it meant his body was still there, it was still intact—he could still feel and experience what it meant to be alive.

If all he could feel was chaos... was there even a body of his own remaining at all? Was he still alive?

He couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even feel. It was like he had already been blasted to smithereens, nothing remaining of himself outside of the Will he was so proud of—a Will that was so powerful that he would get the privilege of experiencing the last moments of his life.

’I failed.’

The realization slammed into him and seemed to come with the wave of pain he had been hoping for. But it wasn’t the pain of his body—it was the pain of inadequacy, that feeling of helplessness that he tried to avoid so much, to grow beyond.

It was like he was standing in that damned volcano again, the one memory that refused to stop haunting him. Every time he thought he got rid of it, it came back stronger and faster, more vicious and cancerous than before.

He had been so confident. He was right there. Even until the last moment, he didn’t waver. And yet, when he thought he was going to reach the 100% Mastery he was chasing after, he failed.

The irony? He knew exactly why that was.

What was even more ironic than that? It wasn’t something that he could have understood before he finished the last Stroke.

The essence of the Scorpion was sacrifice.

Could there be happiness without sadness? Hatred without love?

Bravery without fear?

Did he really understand the essence of sacrifice if he never thought he would fail in the first place? If he was so confident in his win every time, how could he perfectly mesh with the Scorpion?

Fury began to build up within Sylas’ chest, overwhelming the pain that was aching in his very Will.

Why should he have to die if he was strong enough? Why should he have to give up anything he desired or deserved? If he was perfect, there was no need to have such a sacrificial, suicidal approach to life.

Change it.

A growl came from the depths of his body and soul, a vicious momentum defiant to the very end—the sort that didn’t want to accept that he no longer had a body at all.

He didn’t need a body to draw Runes in the first place. All he needed was his Will and his Spark Seed—a Spark Seed that was moments from blooming.

ROAR.

The world around Sylas seemed to freeze for a moment, and an Armor began to snap and shingle itself into place. One illusory metallic layer after another, layering in gorgeous dark violets, deep blacks, touches of mahogany, and accents of gold coming together.

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