Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1435: No Mistake [Bonus]

[Bonus thanks to Ricky_D_Reader <3]

Sylas looked at the notification screen quite calmly. The crimson pillar of light before him suddenly expanded, swallowing him whole and then increasing its range even further beyond.

As the pillar expanded, the color grew more translucent, until it became a dome that protected the region. Even those that had been near Sylas just moments ago were pushed away, forced to retreat until they opened up a space that was kilometers wide.

Sylas took a breath and exhaled. With a shake of his head, he pulled his trench coat off, folding it with meticulous sweeps of his arms and hands. Once he was finished, he put it away in a spatial ring and began to roll up his sleeves, unbuttoning the wrists and carefully folding them once, twice, then thrice.

It seemed that his time here had become significantly more annoying.

…

The middle-aged man slowly stood to his feet, his eyes as bright as torches.

The Champion Title shouldn't just be handed down like that. But even before he got to that problem, there was the fact Sylas had so easily shattered the system they put in place.

Sylas had been right. They had added a filter of sorts.

Normally, the way the Dungeon worked was much the same as all of them did: first come, first serve. Whichever group of twelve arrived first would become the pool to enter, and the Champion would be decided amongst them.

Of course, if they couldn't meet the bare minimum requirement to be a Knight or Champion, they would be killed and the process would continue like this.

The trouble was that no one wanted to wait around for people who weren't worthy to take one test after another. So instead, the powerhouse factions that came here had a filtration system. Unless you were of a certain talent and background level, you couldn't even reach the real system requirements.

Sylas had somehow destroyed that system. But that was when the true shocking aspects of what happened shook him.

The system… the real system… the system that they all practically worshipped, chasing after the affirmation and rewards of… the system that upheld the entire universe… It deemed it was entirely unnecessary to test Sylas. In fact, it welcomed them to try and prove it wrong, not caring if they believed its words or not.

"Primus Imperium."

This was the only time the system would make such a decision.

Many believed the Primus Imperium Title to be some sort of blessing, a reward to be chased and lusted after.

But those people were naive.

It was said that in the past, the Legendary System had the Hero Line. To whom much was given, much was expected. Those given the Hero Line were expected to give far more to the Legendary System in return.

The current System didn't have such a comprehensive method. But if one were to point out what its Hero Line was… It was this Conquest Title.

Every time the system manipulated things for the sake of its Primus Imperium, it was pushing them right into the burning coals of hell.

It was goading everyone present to prove it wrong, not because it was so confident, but because it wanted its chosen to prove why it should be confident.

The middle-aged man suddenly waved a hand. A young man wearing a kilted skirt and plated leather armor was suddenly revealed.

A hand formed of fog, gripping him before he soared out of the ship of three black blocks.

The middle-aged man had hardly caught him when he was forced to wave his other hand, catching yet another young man.

The two looked like brothers, and that was because they were, though the second was far skinnier and a small bit younger than the first.

"Not every insult needs a response, and patience doesn't always mean weakness or fear. Until I sense real calm from the two of you, don't think to step out even for a moment."

The middle-aged man waved his hands again and they were violently thrown back into their rooms. There was a flicker in the blacks of the middle-aged man's eyes and countless sealing Runes appeared on the doors, locking them in place.

Then, the world seemed to warp. With a whoosh, the vision of the man turned to black once again.

It was like he had transposed himself into a completely different reality, whereas his real self never actually moved a single inch in the first place.

If Sylas had been here, he would have recognized what he was seeing instantly.

Spatial Casting.

This man wasn't just a B-tier, he was a B-tier with a Rune Mastery that was far from simple.

Slowly, the middle-aged man sat back into his seat, leaning his elbow on his armrest and leaning his cheek onto a fist.

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"Now… Why is your aura so weak as a Primus Imperium… what makes you worthy of such an evaluation by the system…?"

There were very few who dared to call the system impotent. Those existences blinked stars out of existence with single breaths.

To the vast majority of the universe, the system was infallible. Including to this middle-aged man.

The system could be manipulated, but everyone knew to skirt the edges and hope its wrath didn't fall upon you. The death of a Demi-God Thryskai Clan spoke that truth in spades.

So never once did Elder Noctheris believe the system was wrong.

What he wanted to know was what Sylas was hiding.

…

Sylas didn't look up as he sensed one ship after another trembling. However, it was a young man with red skin and a familiar, and yet unfamiliar, pair of goggles that made it first.

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[Name: Dusk Veyr][Level: 50]

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[Physical: 23 111][Mental: 32 389][Will: 29 838]

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This young man was clearly the strongest of the group. Having gained a chance for revenge, the choice seemed obvious.

However, he actually didn't target Sylas like one might expect. Instead, he immediately clicked [Yes] when prompted by the system, choosing to challenge a Knight position.

Rage filled his belly, though, when he noticed that Sylas hadn't looked up to meet his gaze in the first place.

Sylas didn't seem to care whether he challenged him or not.