Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1435

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Sylas looked at the notification screen quite calmly. The crimson pillar of light before him suddenly expanded, swallowing him whole and then increasing its range even further beyond.

As the pillar expanded, the color grew more translucent, until it became a dome that protected the region. Even those that had been near Sylas just moments ago were pushed away, forced to retreat until they opened up a space that was kilometers wide.

Sylas took a breath and exhaled. With a shake of his head, he pulled his trench coat off, folding it with meticulous sweeps of his arms and hands. Once he was finished, he put it away in a spatial ring and began to roll up his sleeves, unbuttoning the wrists and carefully folding them once, twice, then thrice.

It seemed that his time here had become significantly more annoying.

…

The middle-aged man slowly stood to his feet, his eyes as bright as torches.

The Champion Title shouldn't just be handed down like that. But even before he got to that problem, there was the fact Sylas had so easily shattered the system they put in place.

Sylas had been right. They had added a filter of sorts.

Normally, the way the Dungeon worked was much the same as all of them did: first come, first serve. Whichever group of twelve arrived first would become the pool to enter, and the Champion would be decided amongst them.

Of course, if they couldn't meet the bare minimum requirement to be a Knight or Champion, they would be killed and the process would continue like this.

The trouble was that no one wanted to wait around for people who weren't worthy to take one test after another. So instead, the powerhouse factions that came here had a filtration system. Unless you were of a certain talent and background level, you couldn't even reach the real system requirements.

Sylas had somehow destroyed that system. But that was when the true shocking aspects of what happened shook him.

The system… the real system… the system that they all practically worshipped, chasing after the affirmation and rewards of… the system that upheld the entire universe… It deemed it was entirely unnecessary to test Sylas. In fact, it welcomed them to try and prove it wrong, not caring if they believed its words or not.

"Primus Imperium."

This was the only time the system would make such a decision.

Many believed the Primus Imperium Title to be some sort of blessing, a reward to be chased and lusted after.

But those people were naive.

It was said that in the past, the Legendary System had the Hero Line. To whom much was given, much was expected. Those given the Hero Line were expected to give far more to the Legendary System in return.

The current System didn't have such a comprehensive method. But if one were to point out what its Hero Line was… It was this Conquest Title.

Every time the system manipulated things for the sake of its Primus Imperium, it was pushing them right into the burning coals of hell.

It was goading everyone present to prove it wrong, not because it was so confident, but because it wanted its chosen to prove why it should be confident.

The middle-aged man suddenly waved a hand. A young man wearing a kilted skirt and plated leather armor was suddenly revealed.

A hand formed of fog, gripping him before he soared out of the ship of three black blocks.

The middle-aged man had hardly caught him when he was forced to wave his other hand, catching yet another young man.

The two looked like brothers, and that was because they were, though the second was far skinnier and a small bit younger than the first.

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