Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1668

Chapter 1668 Three Minutes [Bonus]

[Bonus chapter thanks to Ricky_D_Reader. I'll be contact Oda to inform him that you're infringing on his copyright. We'll see if you can afford to torture me after that] Sylas squinted as the sun threatened to blind him. He looked up a set of polished steps. They looked as simple as could be, greyed with a brushed finish. But Sylas could tell that they were probably formed of the most expensive ores he had ever laid eyes on... for a set of stairs.

Sylas had built several fast-flying vessels until now, and yet not a single one of them used a material like this on even their strongest sections, let alone on what was ultimately decor.

It was no wonder his stomp did nothing at all.

Inwardly, Sylas made a mental note to spend more time studying materials. He didn't have a desire to become a blacksmith or something of the sort, but he felt that having a stronger understanding of materials might help him to comprehend the worlds around him faster.

Something about him seemed to have changed. He knew he was spending too much time on the macro and not enough time on the micro.

He wanted to be a powerful Rune Master because a powerful Rune Master could do anything an alchemist, a blacksmith, a formation master, a mechanist, or anything else of the sort could do.

But if you got lost in the big picture too much, you missed the forest for the trees-a mistake he had already made.

He had forgotten something quite significant in his pursuit of perfection.

Almost 30% of the universe was made up of Dark Matter.

What did that mean? He had no idea. All he knew was that he didn't have an answer for it, nor a way to account for it. And that was just Dark Matter.

What about Dark Energy? In terms of energy percentages, it was almost 80%.

Such an unfathomable amount of the universe was made of something he didn't even understand, and he hadn't seen it mentioned or described anywhere else despite how much information he had consumed in recent days.

This was unacceptable.

Sylas' head turned toward a guard standing at attention at the end of the staircase. In fact, there were two of them.

"Where do I go for the entrance exam?" Sylas asked one of them.

By this point, both guards were already looking at Sylas. There was a hint of reverence on their faces. No one who came out of there was normal.

That was the section reserved for extreme teleportation. Usually only those from the seven Clans could use it with any sort of regularity. And those that weren't part of those Clans were special in their own right.

It wasn't long before Sylas was standing in front of a building larger than any he had ever seen. If they tried to build something like this on Earth, the span of the base would either have to take up an entire province of land, or it would topple over the second the winds hit anything above 10 kilometers an hour.

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