Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1937: Pitiful Worm

A Gene filled with resplendent light descended from the skies above. An overflowing aura of Demi-Godhood breathed into the land and swept through Sylas’ City and Hibernation Realm.

Sylas could immediately feel that his city was beginning to soak in quite a bit of this energy, an interesting change considering it had never seemed to react to anything from the God Realm. But he dismissed any and all distracting thoughts as the Gene descended.

And right when it fused into the body of the Ruby Finger Serpent, he cancelled Total Merge, a tug ripping him back to his original body.

At that moment, outside of the Hibernation Realm, a pair of eyes appeared floating in space. A tongue flickered out from seemingly empty space, the slit eyes intently staring at a gap of nothingness.

However, it knew what was there.

The eyes shifted left and right, swaying from side to side. One could practically feel the slithering form of the creature even when you couldn’t lay eyes on it and see its body.

Yet, when it tried to slip into the Hibernation Realm, a pain snapped it back. Its head shot backward as though from a slingshot, the rest of its body swaying.

For a split moment, one could see silvery scales reflecting with an illusory hue before it slipped back into nothingness.

The creature hissed, but it didn’t fight it. Instead, it slithered back, slowly hiding its presence until even its eyes and tongue vanished entirely.

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Sylas’ eyes flickered from within the Hibernation Realm, but other than that, he reacted as though he hadn’t sensed a single thing.

From the moment he activated Beacon, he had felt several gazes land on him. Although he had only called forth F- tiers, the pull his Profession had was great enough that higher tier Serpentes would feel it as well even if they could easily shrug it off.

However, regardless of what level the Serpentes was at, so long as they weren’t fully suppressed like the F-tiers were, this was something that could easily make them enraged.

No one liked to be controlled, and for beasts-especially powerful ones-being under the thumb of a human was the worst of taboos. Sylas had been prepared for a sudden attack.

But none ever came. The deterrence of the Hydra’s aura was too great. If not for Beacon, even the F-tiers wouldn’t have approached him. Well, that and the fact he hadn’t directed the aura toward them.

Yet, it seemed that one of them wasn’t as deterred as the others.

Ultimately, the Hydra’s aura was too hollow. It wasn’t the aura itself that kept them away, but rather the implication of it. All of these beasts were intelligent enough to tell that Sylas likely didn’t have an actual God Beast with him.

While they were technically wrong about that conclusion, and equally wrong in their beliefs that Sylas had some great backing, the conclusion functionally changed little.

It meant that if one of the A-tiers was provoked enough, whether by greed or something else, they could very well act.

And it seemed like one had.

One that seemed to think that it could enter the Hibernation Realm.

Sylas didn’t have the time to care too much about this. He had lost count of the number of enemies he had. One more wasn’t going to change anything, not when he had just been in the belly of an S-tier.

PA.

A reverberating impact echoed as Sylas slammed his palms together, ripples spreading out in all directions as he reached a level of impossibly focused intent.

And then the world rippled.

One after another, Runes more complex than words could explain began to form. As time passed, they grew simpler and simpler, meshing together in a unique, beautiful sequence. Every step Sylas took was impossibly beautiful. Even if one didn’t understand, the drawing of the Runes felt like watching the sun set or stars streaking across the skies.

It touched something deep in the soul and soothed the very heart itself.

It felt like one was staring into the open arms of the beginning of the universe, caressed by the palms of mother nature and soothed by the currents of endless time.

There was no death here, no pain, no strife. There was only endless potential and a chaos that didn’t feel erratic, but instead felt like it had a place in the universe no different from anything else.

It was like one was watching God work.

An amalgamation of Runes, a chaotic fog formed of floating clouds and sparking lightning floated before Sylas when he came to a stop. It didn’t have the form of a Hydra at all like it should have.

But the silence of the Hydra in his mind spoke volumes. It truly couldn’t believe what it was seeing.

Was it really the case that… True Rune Creators were at this level? Why did it feel like Sylas was somehow still on a level all his own?

He hadn’t just created a body like the Hydra expected, Sylas had created a melting pot of potential, a sauce of chaotic energy. It was almost like one was looking right into the state of the universe in the immediate aftermath of the Big Bang.

Everything was so hot, so volatile, so full of potential and yet not having shape or form to create a thing.

Sylas reached out a hand and the Ruby Finger Serpent resisted. Despite being an F-tier, it was somehow on the verge of breaking free of Sylas’ control.

It wanted to be free. It had just fought against the Heavens themselves, and now it had been granted so much power. How could it bow to Sylas’ whims so easily?

Unfortunately, it didn’t have a single choice.

“The things I give, I can take away. If you believe yourself to be so grand after having everything you are handed to you on a silver platter, you are no Prideful beast soaring through the skies. You are a pitiful worm.”

Sylas’ raised hand clenched and the Ruby Finger Serpent was ripped right out of the air and flung into the cloud of chaos.

BOOM.