Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1414

[Bonus chapter thanks to Lost917.... even with my birthday being in 40 minutes, it seems you're all unwilling to give me a break. Chrono knew this btw, and the bastard still fucked me. Now here comes Lost T-T ... ] Sylas walked out of his room, his gaze going back to the planet swirling with darkness down below.

This time, he had only helped Nosphaleen. The Hollow Wing didn't need such help; its stats scaled based on his own, so all it needed to do was level up and unlock more of its abilities.

Unfortunately, the Hollow Wing only seemed to level up by killing Demons.

Fortunately, though, Sylas was going to have plenty of those targets very soon.

As for Gogo… his situation was more complex. Sylas didn't have a convenient Armor for him to use, and Gogo was a full-on beast. From what Sylas could tell, beasts couldn't be Rune Masters.

Nosphaleen was still a humanoid for the most part and had the Will of a humanoid, so it was still possible.

But Gogo was a Basilisk King by birth, and though he had access to telekinetic ability, weaving Runes didn't seem possible.

Honestly, Sylas hadn't really understood why this was until he took a deeper look and really meditated on Intuition.

Beasts seemed to have a special role carved out by the system. Not many of them were Overlords to begin with, but they seemed more capable of advancing than humanoids who weren't Overlords.

The humanoids that improved without the system usually did so off the backs of the Overlords around them, using items and various resources they gathered, and often paying ridiculous sums of money to make up the gaps.

Beasts, however… they seemed to be far more independent and didn't have such societal structures, but they managed to improve nonetheless.

Some of them even managed to become Kings, powerful beasts with crowns that were far more powerful than their humanoid counterparts.

Sylas had been forced to fight more than one such creature, and outside of a Summoned World, they were even more powerful.

It seemed that the tradeoff for being more in tune with nature and having more natural paths of evolution and progress came with a weaker ability to actually impose your Will onto the world.

However… what was interesting about that conclusion was the vision of Gogo's ancestor he had seen.

Imposing their Will onto the world seemed like something that the Basilisks, at least, had once been capable of. But now… Sylas' eyes flickered, lost in thoughts as he came to stand in the middle of the ship, the glass wall holding Andromeda as his backdrop, its metallic parts and various wires and steel tubes giving the atmosphere a particularly futuristic taste.

"How much longer?" Sylas asked.

"According to the queue, there's just one more—" Alex's voice cut off. "—Oh, they seemed to have quit for some reason. It's our turn—well, your turn now."

Sylas frowned.

Quit? That didn't sound quite right. He looked out into space. He couldn't quite see the ships, as their concealment was quite good, but they still appeared on the radar.

People came from across Sectors, some across half a dozen or more of them, just for this Dungeon.

Of course, maybe they had a whole course of them to go through, but even so, the cost was heavy, and the time sink even more so. No one would just randomly quit for no reason.

"Nothing happened while I was away?"

"Not that we can tell."

Sylas looked over to Brama to confirm, but he too shook his head.

For a while, Sylas stood there. But he eventually shook his head.

"I'm going."

"Don't die," Alex said with a grin.

Sylas didn't respond.

…

"He's going."

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