Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1954: Clone [Bonus]

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[Bonus chapters thanks to Abda213 :)]

‘There’s a pattern to them.’ Sylas thought to himself after a while. His lips parted but then he shook his head inwardly. He knew Yamero would notice and for now he could only let the Spark Weaver handle the situation.

Sylas had a feeling that very soon this battle wouldn’t be so easy for him anymore. There was definitely something brewing.

By exposing the fact that he was here, even if there weren’t enemies capable of taking his head before, there would certainly be some now.

But if he wanted to become the Progenitor of a World he wasn’t even born on, this was one of the only ways he could think of.

He would use his head as bait.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

A warp appeared in the formation for only the slightest bit, the rhythmic humming of the meteors forming a resonance for just the briefest of instances.

In that brief window, Sylas sensed space bend and whine.

‘They’ve teleported more in.’

Sylas wasn’t surprised. This had been happening intermittently long before Sylas appeared.

They were using the rhythm of the meteors to cause resonance disruptions in the large scale formations. This wasn’t enough to destroy the formation, but it was enough to flicker it off for brief instances of milliseconds.

In those brief time spans, they would time a teleportation and send in large groups. But these people had to be below the B-tier so that the formation didn’t activate and kill them all.

It was a delicate balance, and so long as this continued, no matter how many enemies Sylas killed, there would always be more waiting.

There wasn’t anything Sylas could do about this in the immediate present. The formations and Rune Mastery at play here were all at the A-tier level. No matter how much of a talent he was, he could only leave it to Yamero.

But the problem was that Yamero was very limited right now having folded his Will down to the E-tier. Sustaining the formation as is for the next three days was the best he could do. He had probably already seen the problem, but could only deal with one thing at a time.

‘I’ll need to be more aggressive.’ Was Sylas’ final conclusion.

He could just stay back and snipe until they came at him. But if there was any sort of intelligence on the opposition’s part, they would just build up their coalition until the numbers were overwhelming enough to mean something.

Then they would try and tire him out before they brought out their real talents to deal the final blow.

Normally, this would be meaningless to Sylas. But Sylas’ target wasn’t just to deal with a bunch of C-tiers and call it a day.

He was aiming beyond that.

The question was… how best to approach this.

Sylas closed his eyes.

Runes burst from him.

‘One… two… three…’

He stole a concept he learned from Yamero and began to fold his Will as one clone of himself after another took shape.

He split his Will, folding it until it returned to the F-tier.

Soon, a troop of two dozen perfect replicas of Sylas stood.

They weren’t just normal clones. They were perfect representations of him at the F-tier. Or, more accurately… an even more perfect version of him at the F-tier.

Each one reached out a palm and formed a scythe.

Without a word, they took a step forward and shot out.

The main Sylas remained behind, his gaze indifferent. This was enough.

The power of Infinite Will couldn’t be underestimated. It wasn’t just that Sylas could split his Will to False Infinity, it was also that his Will reserves were practically endless, and the distance through which it could influence things was also practically endless.

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A Sylas clone appeared on a battlefield of Veil Humans and a warrior Race of frog humanoids who stood at over seven feet tall even at their shortest.

In the midst of a battle of clashing D- and C-tiers, an F-tier should have been wiped out by the aftershocks alone. And yet, the instant this Sylas clone appeared, he ducked beneath the swing of a blade and cut a frog humanoid in two at the knees.

By the time he stood to his full height, his scythe was finishing its wrap around his body.

The frog humanoid collapsed to the ground on the stumps that remained of its legs, only for its head to fall right in the way of Sylas’ follow up.

Level 145 was worthless before a Level 50.

…

Another Sylas clone landed on an opposing battlefield. Emperor Doves clashed against a race of people with razor sharp teeth and bat-like wings. The arms of the latter fluidly swapped between humanoid and bat, every arc as sharp as a guillotine falling from above.

They used a combination of wind and sonar Aether that carried one another, doubling and even exponentially increasing each one of their strengths.

The strongest of them could roar at you and somehow mince your body to pieces as a result.

When Sylas appeared, a Level 152 tried to do exactly that, and yet it was like they had roared into an abyss.

Sylas’ hair didn’t even move, and after a step forward, the sound wave attack was somehow reversed.

The clothing of the bat humanoid was shredded to pieces, but its skin reflected it away.

What its skin couldn’t reflect away was Sylas’ scythe.

It had barely blocked when a flash of darkness took its head.

Sylas spun his scythe, its pointed tip ripping through the head of the bat humanoid as it flipped through the air.

Chi.

Impaling it, he drove it straight into the ground, shattering it into pieces.

A clone appeared on every battlefield. Just a single one to each. That was more than enough.

The others stood in the skies, Glassvolt Thrones appearing behind them as they raised their hands high and unleashed their judgment.

—

High on the platform of the temple, the main Sylas didn’t seem surprised by the outcome. However, his gaze suddenly sharpened when he sensed a shadow suddenly appear behind one of his clones.

‘About time.’

Sylas suddenly vanished. In his place, his clone appeared as though the two had instantly swapped places.