Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1684

Chapter 1684 The Void.

[Bonus chapter thanks to Lothym :)]

Sylas' eyes were practically glazed over as they scanned the book before him. Reading every line felt almost like elastic bands were strapped to the back of his eyeballs. Every scan pushed them to their limits, fighting against the strain to finish the line.

Yet, when he got to the end, he didn't get the benefit of a snap back to the start-he had to fight against it all once again, working his way back to the start of the next line before doing it all over.

It was immediately obvious why no one managed to make it very far on their first few attempts. Every time he pushed, he was pulling hard on his Will to succeed. And every time he strained, he could feel a little of his Will stretching more and more.

Every stretch came with a new deformation, and every deformation pushed his Will closer and closer to being shattered.

At this point, it didn't even feel like a challenge of Rune Mastery anymore. It became one of brute force and Will, little unique from the Sanctum.

And that was how Sylas knew this was wrong.

Even though his Will was still in a compromised position due to the crimson lightning he had suffered the effects of not long ago, Sylas felt that he could push through. Even if he couldn't make it through 100% of the rulebook, he could definitely make it through at least 50%.

The problem was that he could feel that even if his Will wasn't compromised, making it through 70% on his first go was the best he could do. There was something exponentially taxing about the book that left him feeling like he was facing a mountain, endlessly vast and impossible to fathom.

Sylas didn't know the reward system. He had no idea that making it to 70% would have given him tens of thousands of Merits alone. But as always, he wasn't measuring himself by the measurements of others. He didn't believe that things would be like this.

The Weaver Guild shouldn't be a Will-based organization. They were Rune Masters. Even if he felt that their Ancestors were incompetent, were they incompetent to the point that their rulebook itself—the very core of their foundation couldn't embody what it was meant to embody?

Or maybe it was the case that what they wanted to embody was too complicated to distill into such a method.

'No.'

Sylas' eyes continued to pull his gaze across the pages, blood vessels popping and resisting against the strain. The pain of it all was heavy and only made focusing harder.

It was like it wanted to push you past your limits, to humble you.

For Sylas, who had stared into the maw of that crimson menace and seen the weakness in the Ancestors of this very Guild... He thought it was a joke.

'There.'

BANG.

Sylas suddenly slapped down a palm.

Rune stamping. It was something he hadn't done since he first started his journey of Rune Mastery, but the instant he moved, the glass encasement pulsed with light.

BANG.

Sylas slapped down another palm, and the page suddenly turned.

BANG.

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