Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1382

'I'm close…' Sylas' gaze flickered again.

His face had been pale and drained of blood for a long while now, beads of sweat rolling down his brows. But he was as calm as an immovable glacier, the sharpness in his intent forcing the Strokes hovering before him into absolute obedience. It was as though it was their pleasure to be observed and comprehended by Sylas.

They wouldn't rather have it any other way. This was what they wanted more than anything.

Not long ago, Sylas had already thought of a method of improving [Madness Control] that took advantage of the intervention of the system to help him make space in his body to absorb powerful Genes that he wouldn't otherwise be able to.

Essentially, when he formed his powerful Warlord Armor, the system started priming his body for the arrival of a new Gene. The moment an Armor took shape for the first time, the slot for the Gene was already there—it was just about timing the absorption for when the time was optimal.

Sylas figured that if he went around learning Rune Armor, he could force his body to make more space for more powerful Genes, and thus he would eventually be able to absorb Genes he shouldn't be able to using a combination of the system, [Madness Control], and likely the prowess of Taboo Bond as well.

This principle was similar.

If those higher powers could abuse the system, then he too could also abuse the system. So long as he was smart enough to do so, who would stop him?

Why was it that Sylas could now instantly draw his Emerald Scorpion Armor?

On the surface, the answer was his Gene. Now, the Armor was a part of himself, his Genes, and as such it wasn't an external part of him anymore. Using his Armor was now like an extension of his limb. Did you have to unsheath your limbs first before you used them? Of course not.

While this was all true, it was only part of the answer.

The other, more in-depth answer was the system. Or, at the very least, the system's input. It was the system, in the first place, that created such a perfect Gene for Sylas to absorb.

Even Sylas had never successfully crafted himself a Gene. The best he had done was perfect a Gene Talent that already existed based on his observations of a template that was already right in front of him.

Genes were no longer so complicated to him that he couldn't even look at them like before. But it was still a huge ordeal to draw and manage them. Sylas had yet to even make an attempt.

The Gene was crafted by the system itself, and thus the root ability to form such a complicated Armor instantly and without pause was likewise due to the input of the system.

What Sylas wanted to do was simple. Using his F-Grade Armor as a skeleton, he wanted to form his E-Grade Armor around it, using the former as a foundational scaffolding and the latter like a branching network of muscle fibers, nerves, and organs that grew from it.

If he could do this, then he could offload the computational pressure of forming a lot of the Armor to the system and focus on the finer details.

Sylas' eyes slowly closed and he remained like this for another three days before his eyes suddenly shot open.

In a flashing instant of time, a resplendent emerald armor formed. The shingles snapped into place, a tail flickering with dense lightning, and a set of six pairs of eyes forming a helm that seemed to fuse and combine with Sylas' own gaze.

Illusory as it seemed to be, it was somehow even more real than true armor, impacting the air and reality with a roaring aura.

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