Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1769: Omnimous (3)

The Omnimous didn't have information on how far others had gone. It only had enough context to know how to adjust the difficulty of its tests. But if it were to extrapolate from what it knew...

Sylas was nearing the limit of most F-tiers of the past.

The origin of the Omnimous was such that the mediocre couldn't use it in the first place. Most of the tests beneath Class 7 were perfunctory and only existed for the sake of completion. There had never been an owner of the Omnimous beneath the Class 7 level. Though, it was possible that this was because standards were lowered from time to time in order to keep up.

There was no benefit to the Omnimous if it lay rotten and forgotten. It understood that intelligence wasn't just a factor of genetics. People of a prehistoric time might seem completely foolish in the eyes of those in modern times, but was there a functional gap in intelligence?

What most middle schoolers learned today might very well have been a PhD program some time in the past. Sure, it was simplified a bit, but the logic remained.

Intelligence was built through generations, and if the Omnimous let itself fall by the wayside because its standards were too high, it would end up in a situation where society would regress so much that there would never be a chance for it to rise again.

This, however... was likely to be unprecedented.

The reason the clear requirement for Class 10 was still the fortieth test was because Class 10 had perpetually been the cream of the crop, but also because every step beyond the 20th was already a shocking feat. The tests only grew exponentially more difficult.

It should be taking days beyond that point. Growing faster like Sylas was shouldn't be possible. It was to the point it made little to no sense at all.

But then Sylas just abruptly stopped. It was at some point during the 87th test. He perfunctorily put in the answer and then looked up.

"This is far enough, no?" Sylas asked.

Before, the tests had been increasing in difficulty exponentially. But there was only so much harder you could make something without spilling over into Tiers.

Sylas felt this intimately. He was finishing in fractions of a second now, and he was just... over it.

The excitement he felt before had faded, and he was no longer as interested.

[Understood, Sir {Sylas Grimblade}. You have passed]

Sylas didn't seem surprised by this. Because things were getting so much easier, he had started to look around. The room he was in felt so bland, but there would always be clues.

Whenever screens were pulled up, whenever the messages came across the screens, and whenever they faded away-these were all points of contact with the hidden underbelly of the Omnimous. And all of that told Sylas something pretty clearly... It wasn't testing his Class anymore-it was testing how far he could go. Before, he had been a bit curious about that as well. But at this point, it was a waste of his time.

Since he was bored, why continue?

[Unfortunately, I must follow the rules. Though Sir {Sylas Grimblade}'s designation should be much higher, this was only the Class 10 F-tier assessment.] —

Sylas didn't react very much to this. He already knew.

The Omnimous wouldn't be flexible. But that lack of flexibility was why it had managed to survive for so long.

Still, he had gained something great nonetheless. He didn't think that he would be able to start thinking in Runes. Although it wasn't perfect, and still lacked many things, it was much more efficient than Ancient Ithkuil.

Sylas had been thinking of creating his own language for a while. Ancient Ithkuil was ultimately a creation of Earth's human race and was lacking in many aspects-though it helped. He had made many tweaks to it, but it wasn't enough.

Now, there was no need. He would use the language of the universe, and he would tailor it to his own Archon Casting Path, which would effectively make it his own language regardless.

This should have been possible the moment Sylas reached Spark Mastery. After all, that was the realm where thought and casting became one.

But it was nothing but the lowest threshold.

What was interesting was that the Weaver Guild didn't have any mention of such a method. Clearly... this was a level of Rune Mastery far beyond the Weaver Guild. Maybe only Demi-God Clans would have Rune Masters capable of this.

Sylas knew he would need more of this. He only hoped that the world didn't become boring again after this.

'Not quite.' Sylas thought.

This was just a little test. There were still higher designations, and... there was still the ceiling... the crimson lightning.

"Let's begin," Sylas said.

"Yes, right away, Sir Sylas Grimblade. I have modified things. I am not authorized to use more Omnimous resources on Sir and can thus speak to you more directly."

Sylas nodded.

"Would you like a virtual workbench, or would you prefer something more physical in the real world?"

"Can I adjust the time flow state in the virtual world?"

"It's possible, but other things will distort as a result. In addition, it seems Sir Sylas Grimblade has intentions to utilize an external resource. That will be more difficult. While most things the Omnimous can superimpose for you, this item in particular would destroy the Omnimous, so I cannot."

"Real world, in that case," Sylas replied.

"Understood."

The Omnimous unfolded, and Sylas realized his body had been standing in the same spot the entire time. But this time, there was Old Brama standing right in front of him, the sparse hair of the elderly man bristling beneath his heated breath.

He stared at Sylas for a long time, and then toward the morphing Omnimous, and then back again.

He seemed to want to speak some words but really didn't know what to say.

While he knew that Sylas would be far better than himself... this still didn't make any sense.

In the history of the Golden Races, they had only ever had one solid truth that withstood the test of time:

The Omnimous was the most arrogant piece of unalive shit in the universe.