Pain spiked Sylas' senses into overdrive, but his expression hardly seemed to give anything away. He was used to Dungeons where the main threat was the beasts or Demons within, but it seemed that this one was eager to kill him with the environment instead.
Even keeping your eyes open in such an environment was enough to blind most people. Luckily for Sylas, his eyes might ironically be the strongest parts of him right now.
While it couldn't be said that they were as sturdy as a D-tier's body just yet, they weren't that far shy of such a thing either. The only thing holding them back from being at this level was Sylas' F-tier existence.
After seeing that there was still no immediate danger, and registering the fact that he was only being pulled in deeper with every passing moment, Sylas' aura flared and a strong pulse of telekinesis pushed outward, catching him.
The water was heavy, but still not as heavy as his telekinesis. The main problem was that it was smashing down with a force that was far greater.
Luckily, Sylas was only trying to protect himself, not stop the entire flow of water. So he formed his telekinesis into a pointed cone above his head, causing it to peel away in directions away from himself and minimize the weight pressing down on him.
He coughed up another mouthful of blood and shook his head.
The change was so sudden that even though he had the mental acuity to keep up, his body was still too slow to react. Although he could have deployed his telekinesis in time, the initial impact would have shattered it and damaged his Will, so he chose to take the blow with his body instead.
He took a slow breath, and then his body's healing factor began to kick into high gear.
Sylas' current slate of Genes could be said to be absolutely ridiculous. He didn't just have thousands of Silver Genes anymore, he had hundreds of thousands.
He had gone from a State of Expenditure to a State of Wealth once again in a single bound. The only problem was that Silver Genes weren't increasing his stats anymore.
Unfortunately, he had reached a Gene Stat Limit. But this one… he wasn't too worried about.
His body was adapting very fast. As of now, his stats were already improving in real time.
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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]
[Level: 50]
[Physical: 850]
[Mental: 11 244]
[Will: 1000]
[Luck: 11]
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His Physical had already gone up 51 points.
It had to be remembered that even when one hit a Gene Stat Limit, it was possible to make them more flexible by working out. Not all improvement had to be made by swallowing resources.
The efficiency with which Sylas improved through working out now, though, was on a completely different level. This wasn't just because he was a member of a D-Grade Race now, but also because of Primus Imperium.
His body was like it was made of rubber, rapidly expanding to accommodate his new stats.
He couldn't improve as fast as Nosphaleen because he didn't have a Vipermancer overlooking him, but to improve this much in just three months spoke for itself.
In three minutes, even without using his Hibernation Halo, Sylas was back to full health.
With an exhale, he Fused with Gogo.
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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]
[Level: 50]
[Physical: 880]
[Mental: 11 274]
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