Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1651

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Elbrum took a strong step back. He thought he had stabilized himself, but he took another, the ground shaking beneath him as he refused to take a third.

His forearm blocked before his face. Deep inside, he felt something curling up and retreating, his bloodline fading beneath a clearly superior might.

The aura of a Legendary Royal Hero Line's Progenitor stood before him.

Ekear looked over toward Sylas, surprise evident in his own eyes. He knew something about Sylas no one else here did. He knew he was from a Summoned World.

How the hell did a Summoned World birth an A-Grade Race already?

One shouldn't mistake the attention the First Race of Earth received for a reflection of the stats of their Race Grade. The Clypsians and Dogons had as much, if not more, potential than any Race currently present, but they had still been F-Grade.

The potential for growth a Race had didn't often reflect in their immediate Grade, and the closer to the Summoning they were, the more chances they had to improve.

For a Race to reach A-Grade just a mere handful of years after the Summoning, what the hell did this mean for their potential?

What Ekear didn't know was that the Grimblades had no such potential. They were humans. Their advantages started and ended with the fact that they were a blank canvas Race, one that was capable of taking any path forward.

So-called blank canvas Races weren't very rare. The Jade Race was also considered a blank canvas Race. The difference was that they had evolved so far beyond humans that they were capable of making this blank canvas state a strength rather than a weakness.

Races like the Clypsians and Dogons that were born with very clear and certain advantages from the start were more limited in what paths they could take, but were far more powerful for it nonetheless.

Sylas wasn't as lucky as them. Not only was he a member of one of the weakest blank canvas Races, he didn't get to choose his own path either. That had been set for him by the Grimblade Ancestors before him. And his grandfather made it worse by marrying someone who didn't match the template they were trying to build for their future.

It could be said that not only did Sylas not have any advantage at his birth based on Race alone, he had disadvantages instead. He would have been considered a cripple had he not been born on a Summoned World.

Yet now he was standing before a Spirit Beast, asking them what made them so arrogant to believe that his Race was converging onto theirs when he had already surpassed them.

Elbrum finally stabilized himself. He looked ahead in shock, not quite able to understand what he was seeing or feeling before him.

Just how much had Sylas been holding back, exactly? And why was an A-Grade Race in the 073 Sanctum?

Elbrum's eyes widened. Could it be?!

His mind immediately jumped to the Thryskai. There were countless numbers of them infiltrating their branches in big and small ways, and the reason for why didn't seem obvious even to him.

But given how close Sylas was to Demi-God, could it be that his Race was actually trying to take up the final spot?

No, there was just no way.

Trying to do something like that would be the equivalent of pissing off all seven God Thryskai Clans, let alone the six remaining Thryskai Demi-God Clans.

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