Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1281

Chapter 1281: Are You Sure?

Old Brama frowned. He could see why Sylas would assume he could, but this wasn’t exactly a quick task. If he wanted to do something like that, he would probably need several weeks, full access to every nook and cranny of the ship, and probably enough Mental Recovery Elixirs to bottom out a large lake.

Sylas shook his head when he saw the response. It was a disappointment.

Sylas, indeed, wasn’t listening. He had already taken out Andromeda.

The problem of storage device? He had yet to run into something the Madness Key couldn’t contain.

If he were a C-tier Rune Master, he felt that he would be able to do it with ease. But maybe he shouldn’t expect everyone to be the same level of Rune Master he was.

There had to be another path they took, then.

"He’s not listening, old man."

All of a sudden, all the bloviating Old Brama had done in his own internal monologue was thrown out the window.

Alex suddenly laughed. "I’m just messing with you. I have no idea what his Rune Mastery is at."

"What is your Rune Mastery at?" Sylas asked.

But Sylas’ expression was so deadpan and uninterested Old Brama almost felt like smashing his head against a wall.

Old Brama had never taken one of the tests or participated in any of the connected Secret Realms, so no one knew that he was actually one among them.

Some might think that Tiere alone was enough to do that. But Tiere was just another unproven commodity much like he was. Sylas didn’t take her very seriously at all, though she was a wake-up call to him nonetheless.

Old Brama almost snapped. It didn’t matter what level Sylas was at. Every tier came with exponentially more hardship and difficulty. Even if Sylas was a Rune Spark Master at F-tier, he wasn’t even guaranteed to make Rune Soul at E-tier, let alone Rune Flesh at C-tier.

"Do you have any idea how expensive that UniForge is? It has at least a millennia of the Golden Grove’s accumulated wealth poured into it. It can’t be stored in any random spatial device either. The materials are too high quality and the concentration of Aether pulsing through it is on another level.

Sylas practically did it all without a hitch in his breath or a wrinkle in his freshly tailored clothing.

Wait...

Kill the stowaways and then the captain?

It took just thirty seconds before Sylas spat out his first bits of information, streams of Rune drawings being etched into the air. These weren’t true Runes—they had no form or substance. But they carried the gist of the real Runes Sylas was seeing as though they were written in shorthand.

Not that he would know. They were too rare to actually document properly.

Thoughts circulated in his mind. freew\ebno\vel..(c)om

No, he needed another way.

He needed more strength.

"I’ll use Andromeda to analyze the ship. You will take what I’ve analyzed and see what you can do with it."

"Why don’t you ask him what his Rune Mastery is at, old man?" Alex spoke again, not looking up from his tabletop game.

"What do you mean even with Andromeda? I can’t use Andromeda. I don’t have time and space affinity. Plus, I left it—." Old Brama’s eyes narrowed. "... You didn’t, did you?"

The stowaways they could get away with. But he had already killed Tiere. If he killed the head of the Sanctum’s star ship operations, he would likely end up in more trouble than he could handle for now.

"Wait, this won’t work. Even with Andromeda, there’s just no way that you can—"

Sylas was a Spark Master, and not just at the bare minimum level either.

Old Brama looked up from his scuffle with Alex. He had been mere moments from wringing the young man’s neck up like a chicken’s.

"Plus, I connected it so deeply with the Golden Grove World. Without a substantial amount of power, it can’t work properly."

"Kid, has anyone ever taught you the importance of respect?" Old Brama’s eyes narrowed.

He was a monster.

Even with Andromeda, and even if he wasn’t comprehending them, there was just no way... no way an F-tier should be capable of this...

Old Brama was floored.

As for the problem of energy source? Well, it seemed he would have to burn through the Aetherstones he had taken from the Golden Grove earlier than he wanted to, but it was a worthy cause.

By the end of the third month, with the Sanctum on the horizon and the head of a pirate captain hanging from the hull of the ship, Old Brama had stopped asking Sylas if he was sure altogether.

Sylas ignored their bantering, tuning out the world. The easiest plan was to take control of the ship, but Old Brama was clearly incapable of this, so it wasn’t worthwhile.

He was just along for the ride at this point.