Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1808: Unacceptable

[Name: Sylas Grimblade]

[Species: Human Simioid (A)]

[Affiliation: Legacy 7777; Progenitor of Earth; Golden Grove Elder; Beast Warlord Sanctum 073] [Class: Glassborn Cryst Emperor (Legendary (E))]

[Class: Chaotic Sovereign (Legendary (E))]

[Profession: Vipermancer (Silver (E))]

[Profession: Runeweaver (DDD+)]

[Profession: Reaper Sealwright (Legendary (E))]

[Level: 51]

[Coins: 837 111 132 382 (F); 8 212 261 (E); 1 232 (D)] [Titles: An Infinite Will; Milky Way Progenitor; Progenitor Saint; Palms of Fate; System Chosen; Sacred Tamer; Dominus Paragon; Primus Luminaria; Primus Imperium] —

[Physical: 1,090,000]

>[Strength: 1,090,000]

>[Constitution: 1,090,000]

>[Dexterity: 1,090,000]

>[Speed: 1,090,000]

[Mental: 13,533,333]

>[Intelligence: 5,050,000]

>[Wisdom: 30,500,000]

>[Charisma: 5,050,000]

[Will: 5,050,000]

[Luck: 40,001]

[Skills: N/A]

[Gene Skills: N/A]

[Gene Class Form: Primal Step (EEE+); Primal Gut (EEE+); Glassvolt Prism Arts (EEE+); Chaotic Menace (EEE+); Glassvolt Shift (EEE+)] [Gene Class Harmony: Chaos Form (EEE+); Cryst Emperor Form (EEE+)] [Growth Skills: Madness Control (E-); Primal Fury (EEE+); Glassvolt Throne (EEE+)] [Comprehensions: N/A]

[Gene State: Rigid]

[Fragmented Genes: N/A]

[Common Genes: N/A]

[Bronze Genes: N/A]

[Silver Genes: N/A]

[Gold Genes: N/A]

[Legendary Genes: N/A]

[Elevated Gene Talents: N/A]

[Ancestral Gene Talents: N/A]

Looking at his screen now, Sylas perceived it was peculiar. He felt so much stronger... and yet so much weaker at the same time.

His Comprehensions, his Gene Talents, his Genes themselves, a vast majority of his Titles... they were all gone.

Even his Skill Progenitor Title was gone, which was a bit unexpected.

On the bright side, he could finally see all of his Titles on the screen again, and his Level had finally ticked up from 50 to 51. His stats also felt like they were in an all-new league.

If not for Willborne Charisma and Willborne Intelligence, his Mental stats would probably be even more exaggerated. Though, that left him with another thought. If he managed to take the final steps for Willborne Wisdom, then would his Dominus Paragon Title become useless outside of a fancy, worthless Title?

Just as he had that thought, he got a flashing notification: -

[Primus Imperium (Conquest Title)]

[Undefeated now and into forever. Untouchable, unmarred, unblemished. A Will to stand the test of erosion and a power to crush the Heavens and sunder the Earth. A name that echoes through history and stains time.

[However, be wary, Imperium. Undefeated as you are, a single failure can lead to your ruin. You have proven yourself untouchable in the <E-tier>, no single warrior has ever touched your realms of power in your Sector. But you have also become the targets of others who claim this Title, those that seek to not just crush the Heavens and sunder the Earth, but to wield both in each palm.] [Good luck, young Imperium.]

[Ignore Suppression <2> Tiers above your own]

[Form Will <1> Tier above your own]

[Wield Aether <1> Tier above your own]

[Absorb Genes <1> Tier above your own]

[Use Class <1> Tier above your own]

Sylas clenched his fists and then raised a hand...

Before he began to rapidly form one Legendary Gene after another.

Why should he waste time with Fragmented Genes again?

His body surged with might as he poured it into himself. It had been all too long since the last time Sylas had gained any stat points from Genes. His abilities were too far beyond what an individual Gene could give him.

And unfortunately, it seemed to be the same in the E-tier. That said... His Healing Factor suddenly began to leap upward by leaps and bounds, and that was just with Mental and Will Legendary Genes. Once he learned how to draw Physical Legendary Genes, it would only become more exaggerated.

And just maybe... he would gain actual stat points from Genes once again.

Sylas took a breath, his eyes flashing with crimson. He reached out and communicated with the Madness.

[Madness (Silver)] - Progenitor

[The Madness consumes you, but does not control you. Instead, it becomes your tool to both control yourself and others. You, while steeped in Madness, maintain your wits about you. Your enemies, though, are not so lucky.] [+200% Charisma]

[+200% Will]

'It regressed from Gold... the boost also slipped from 2000% to 200%' Sylas thought it through and shrugged it off. He didn't mind, he had always known this would happen.

The requirement to keep your Comprehension at the same level was higher the more Tiers up he went. In fact, the fact Sylas had only slipped one level was a testament to just how powerful his Madness Comprehension already

was.

Plus, that +2000% to his stats would go a lot further now considering how much more powerful his stats were. Just based on this alone, the emptiness he had felt from his new progress was no longer so empty.

But he was far from done.

He took a deep breath and a wild aura left him. The hairs on his arms stood tall and he felt a struggle pulling at his

mind.

Connecting with Madness again was so easy, but for some reason, Mixed Demonic Arts didn't seem so amiable.

A splitting headache threatened to pierce through Sylas' skull and he came to a stop. His eyes narrowed and flashed with his Will. He pulled on it heavily and a rainbow of Will exuded from him.

[Mixed Demonic Arts (Bronze)]

[You are the center of your own universe. Your body is beyond a temple, carrying the radiance of an infinitely small point of light, and yet encompassing a vast array of potential far beyond.] —

Sylas' claws pierced his chest. He pulled on Extricate and ripped this worthless Comprehension out of him. Mixed Demonic Arts was even stronger than Madness. It was a true Legendary Comprehension. How could he accept it

having fallen to Bronze?

'Again.'

He crushed the Comprehension in his palm, seemingly forgetting about the world around him.

The more he tried, the more violet and dark his aura became. Gogo's eyes began to turn its own shade of crimson from its original bright gold, and the Duchess, who was doing her best to stop the Demon tide below from swarming Sylas, couldn't help but continuously look back with horror on her face.