Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1685

Chapter 1685 Palm [Bonus]

[Bonus chapter thanks to TheAuthor137 :)]

Malikhi felt like he had just been shaking his head only moments ago. Trying to strain against the rulebook was ridiculous. An F-tier Will wouldn't even make it 5% of the way at that pace, and it seemed that others were well aware of this.

Many took a glance out of curiosity, not only because an F-tier that old was a true oddity, but because anyone attempting to take on the rulebook was bound to give them an interesting show. Either the Ancestral Runes would light up and they could gain a quick bit of insight, or they would see someone make a fool of themselves.

Either way, it was great.

But after seeing the way Sylas started, it essentially felt to them like they were watching a child take their first steps. The difference was that this child was almost 30 years old, and he was stumbling through something a real child could have performed 10 times better at.

At that point, they didn't even care to continue. There were only a few that were truly baffled by it all.

You weren't even able to step in here unless you were at least a Spark Master at F-tier. How had someone like Sylas even managed to make it here? Who passed his assessment, exactly?

Swiftly, the crowd was split into two-one half that couldn't be bothered to waste their time on such nonsense, and another much smaller portion that was trying to understand what nonsense they were experiencing.

And then Sylas suddenly moved.

He was still on the first set of pages when his palm slapped down. For a moment, they thought he was frustrated by something and wanted to give up.

At that point, even despite his father's discontent, Ulan couldn't help but sneer. He couldn't even hide it from his face at this point.

He had no idea why his father would have such a high opinion of a fool, but here it was. Maybe the old man would finally admit that there were times when he was wrong too and finally release some of his reins.

Even Malikhi himself couldn't help but frown. It was just very odd, this didn't seem like something—

Sylas' palm landed. He raised it again and slammed it down again.

The pages lit up, and the glass encasement reacted in kind. Every time a set of pages in the rulebook was completed, the so-called Ancestral Runes would react. These Ancestral Runes were formed by the Weaver Rune Language.

When Sylas first began his journey of Rune Mastery, he learned about the several languages there were. But he had long reached the point where they all blended into one another, and he used them all seamlessly.

Sometimes he would see things from certain Rune Languages that caught his attention, and he would casually take on portions of them for himself.

Some languages were simply better at certain things than others. Though, there was a subset of Rune Languages known as General Rune Languages. These General Rune Languages were attempts at consolidating the strengths of countless languages into one. Or, there were some that were very focused on a certain subset of abilities but were still wide enough in scope that they could be considered General.

The Sanctum's Rune Language fell into this latter category, but as a much more perfect language, the Weaver Rune Language fell into the former category.

The problem was... Sylas felt no need to have a General Rune Language. Maybe at higher Tier levels, it would be necessary. In fact, maybe because he had never had such a high-level General Rune Language, it had taken him longer to reach Pure Spark Mastery than it should have.

But what he did know was that in the F-tier...

A language would only harm him.

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