Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1428

Sylas didn't know what an Empyrean Dungeon was, not really. He knew that it was something of high level, he knew it was far more dangerous than an Astral Dungeon, and he knew that this one wasn't located in the Milky Way Sector, but instead another Sector.

However, he did know two things.

The first was that his Luck was warning him not to.

The second was that he had to go.

Everyone was worried about the Thryskai and their next move, or maybe the Sanctum and their coming challenge, but this wasn't what Sylas was concerned about at all.

Playing games of chess with the Thryskai or the Purvon, or helping or blocking the Sanctum's path to success—he didn't care about any of that.

He only had one goal and one goal alone.

Be Strong.

His movements were just the same as they were on Earth: moving toward the greatest places of danger and pitting himself up against them.

These clever moves that rocked entire organizations were little more than background noise to him.

Sylas' Ape Warlord Armor was formed again, only to shatter, and then form again.

Every time he formed it, it was slightly different, but no matter the changes he made, it was a perfect 100% Mastery every time without the slightest chance of failure.

He drew them as though he was casually breathing, but every time he did so, it seemed as though the Armor was growing darker, blacker, more sinister.

It wasn't good enough to embody Rage. Sylas didn't want fury to dictate his Armor; he wanted a controlled Madness—a comprehension of oneself that allowed one to tap into one's emotions and yet didn't cloud the vision or the mind.

Madness.

It had been a long time since Sylas had had a breakthrough in his Madness Comprehension. It sat at Bronze Grade and Progenitor Mastery, but every step upward was like climbing straight up without the slightest hint of a slope.

It didn't help that with the True Pride Seed, his desire for self-reflection and improvement had gone down the gutter. He was perfect. What need did he have for such a thing?

At least… that was what a normal Pride Seed wielder would be thinking.

Sylas wasn't thinking this, however. It was just that making enormous breakthroughs in your mindset and understanding wasn't as easy the more of yourself you were accepting of.

Sylas had already progressed his Comprehension beyond a level most would ever touch in the F-tier; expecting more was likely expecting too much.

Even so, this Comprehension was more than enough to elevate the Ape Warlord Lineage to a completely new level.

By the time Sylas had reformed the Armor for the fifth time, it was practically oozing a black aura, the hints of crimson that had once colored it being overwhelmed and washed away.

And yet, Sylas still shattered it again, and then again, and then once more after that.

No matter how many times he formed it, he seemed to be completely uninterested in the result.

Not good enough.

Still not good enough.

Sylas paused, his eyes cold as he stared out into space. He was missing something.

The First Layer of the Armor was a movement technique that layered into their methods of attack. When Sylas first saw it, it reminded him a lot of [Primal Step].

The Second Layer of the Armor was a projection of Will a lot like Madness, dimming the Will of an opponent to do battle.

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