Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1686

Chapter 1686 Convenient

Sylas sluggishly regained control of his body, the surging might that had once been washing over him calming into an ebb. It receded like low tide, pulling into his body and leaving the ring of cold around his swimming, emerald eyes even denser than before.

For a moment, it even looked as though his eyes had been carved from glass itself, the gold, if one gazed particularly closely, carrying with it the very same Ancestral Runes that had once carved themselves into the glass encasement around the rulebook.

'Convenient.'

Sylas liked this outcome because his Profession was no longer strongly tied with Fanelei. It could be said that the Profession Fanelei gave him was extremely powerful, a true Bronze Profession. It was the Profession that every Legacy Disciple and top-level brass of the Weaver Guild had on their person.

However, there was a higher form of this Profession, one that touched upon the most ancient secrets of the Weaver Guild but was unable to truly be manifested by most that stepped foot into these halls.

Sylas understood why extremely clearly. That was because doing so required faintly understanding the building blocks of the Weaver Guild's own system, a project that was incomplete whether out of fear or for lack of ability.

Maybe there were others that had stepped onto this level, but they were almost certainly all the greatest cream of the crop, the top of the tippity top of them all.

And now that Profession was in Sylas' hands.

How much effort had it taken him to improve Vipermancy to Silver? And that was despite having so many powerful Serpentes under his charge to guide his way and sharpen his focus.

And yet, by comparison, this just felt so much...

Easier.

Sylas exhaled a calm breath. Despite his success, it felt like he was standing in front of a path that was only just beginning.

What level of Rune Mastery was this? And why did it feel like there was still so much room left to grow?

He thought he had Perfected the F-tier of Rune Mastery. At the very least, even if he didn't know everything there was to know about F-tier Runes and how they worked, he felt that with his level of Rune Mastery, he could figure it all out just given time.

But now... somehow he felt he was still at the start of the road.

Was this where Rune Mastery really began? Was this what Gralith had meant? Or could it be that even Gralith hadn't seen that it could go this far?

At that moment, Sylas felt an insatiable desire from deep within himself, his body thrumming.

He wanted to know more.

Turning, he made a move to step out. And the moment he did, a wave of noise hit him.

Shouts of shock, roaring arguments, and more gazes than he had ever felt on him at once before were practically searing into his soul.

He felt one powerful Will after another take a stab at probing him, and the feeling of discomfort was so oppressive that he nearly felt himself crack.

Compared to the stretching he experienced when he tried to read the rulebook, this felt several times worse. It felt like around every casual corner there was another B-tier that wanted to see what made him click.

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