Genetic Ascension

[Quicktime Event Triggered]

[Ode to Invincibility]

[Level Recommended: 50]

[Description: It has been many cycles since the last Primus Imperium has appeared, but on today’s great day of days, we have been blessed with not one, but two. Auspicious as it is, the Tower of Champions can only have one True Champion, a single true Hero.] [Event Type: A Twist of Fate]

[Clear Requirements]

[Become an Invincible Primus Imperium]

Sylas’ eyes narrowed, reading the Quicktime Event not just once, but twice.

First, he didn’t even know it was possible for a Quicktime Event to be triggered in a Dungeon in the first place, but this wasn’t exactly a normal Dungeon. It seemed more ike a teleportation hub, sending them all into some grand battle royale.

Second… he didn’t expect to run into another Primus Imperium so early on. This would be a problem.

He already couldn’t deal with a mere 018 Sanctum genius. What were the odds that this Primus Imperium came from a place as strong or stronger?

Even if this was unlikely, since Primus Imperiums were less likely to appear the stronger the Sector in question was, the odds that this Primus Imperium had taken Sylas’ path were next to zero.

They almost certainly had chosen to take on E-Grade Genes and wield E-Grade Aether. Maybe in the context of strictly the F-Grade, they would be weaker than Authrione. But as a whole? When their E-Grade advantages were taken into account?

The gap would be enormous.

There was a possibility of this Imperium instead choosing Sylas’ path, using the breadth of foundation the system granted them to maximize themselves in the F-tier instead. But Sylas didn’t expect everyone to make decisions as wild and ambitious as he did.

Sylas slowly pushed himself up. His body still wasn’t back at 100%, but he could have healed himself whenever he wanted. Not only did he have a ridiculous number of Healing Elixirs, he also had the Hibernation Halo when he wanted it.

By now, his Hibernation Halo was a truly broken ability. Vipermancy was E-Grade now, so the healing he received from it could only be called exaggerated.

Plus, for the same reasons, his injuries no longer stopped him from successfully Fusing. He hadn’t healed himself only because, one, there was no reason for Authrione to understand all of his abilities. There was quite a lot Sylas had held back in that battle, but if not for the system saving him, Authrione was as good as dead.

In a neutral site, he would have taken the 018 Sanctum genius’ life, and Authrione knew that. That was why he was so furious.

As for why Sylas hadn’t healed himself even after Authrione left, it was because he was studying his body’s healing. There were few opportunities as good to learn about his body as watching it reconstruct itself.

He needed to find a way to improve [Madness Control] further. After all, he had a promise to his wife to keep.

Black scales coated Sylas’ body, and a radiant golden halo formed around the base of his feet. In a single pulse, he was back to full health, exhaling a breath.

Sylas ended Fusion and clenched his fist. He felt that his Physical stats had actually increased a bit, but he wasn’t surprised. His body was still settling into his new stats, his Dual Aether Pathways, and the improvements he had made to it.

There were more ways to improve than just swallowing resources. He hadn’t forgotten that it was also possible to improve by normal training. Or, in this case… facing life and death.

Sylas appeared in the expanse of blackness to find that Jala and Alex had long returned. The two had spent the entirety of the last few days recovering and healing themselves, so they were back up to 100% now.

Others had appeared as well.

Neyara, the man Sylas couldn’t scan, the Enlore Race, and the one who remained of the Ravult Race were here as well.

Surprisingly, no one had died. But that didn’t mean they had all passed. Jala and Alex certainly hadn’t, but Sylas didn’t need to ask before Neyara reported.

“We didn’t make it. Only four of us made it through of the seven that are necessary.” Sylas nodded. “It doesn’t matter.”

Hearing this, Neyara’s eyes brightened.

Sylas was already back in tidy clothes, wearing a pair of khakis and a black turtleneck. One wouldn’t think he had been through any battles at all. Even the new pair of glasses he wore now were unblemished.

The moment Sylas finished speaking, a system announcement came down. (Congratulations, Team Grimblade Lineage. Your Champion has successfully earned you the Right of Entry.]

[Would you like to participate in the Team Battle?)

[Yes] [Nol

Sylas chose [Nol. Since there were no rewards for this preliminary round, it was best to get into the tower as soon as possible. He had given the others more than enough time to heal themselves.

The moment he chose on their behalf, a portal swirled into being around them, and then in an odd poofing sound, they vanished.

When Sylas’ eyes opened once again, he found himself in a beautiful prairie with swaying acres of wheat as far as the eye could see. It was gorgeous in a way that was hard to describe, the delicate browns and almost glowing golds folding into one another as though warmed by a sun goddess’ cherished hands.

Sylas swept a glance over this scene and then looked behind him to find a small villa. It looked like the cottage of a wealthy family, large enough to have five or six rooms, yet decorated as though to mimic a quaint little shack in the middle of the woods.

“What is this?”

There was something that felt off about this. Neyara had also said that the Tower of Champions changed every time, so there wasn’t exactly a method of understanding ahead of entry what would happen.

However, Sylas could tell that his teammates were actually inside. As for where to go… Sylas’ eyes narrowed as the Sealed Treasure Map to what he believed would be the obelisk flickered to life on his notification screen.

He definitely had one card in his hands his enemies would not.