Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1378

[Bonus chapter thanks to Eeshoo97. May a black widow lay her nest of eggs in your balls <3]

"A Conquest Title…" Gralith mumbled beneath his breath. "… How nostalgic…"

A Conquest Title could be considered both a boon and a disaster. And most often… it was a disaster.

They rarely, if ever, appeared. And unlike most things, it was even rarer for them to appear in higher-level Sectors.

Unlike a Contested Title that could often be passed along without bloodshed, a Conquest Title was the exact opposite. But it was precisely because of that that it could be considered a ticking time bomb. The fact they almost never appeared in Sectors beyond a certain level of power only made them more enticing.

The description of the Title was not exaggerating. Now that he was the Primus Imperium, he was not allowed to lose to an F-tier.

Any F-tier.

If an F-tier from a higher-ranked Sector caught wind of the appearance of this Conquest Title and managed to find a way to slip by the system's restrictions to target Sylas, the moment Sylas lost to this individual, the Title would be gone.

Not killed.

Lost.

The requirements for wielding such a Title were impossibly stringent. Let alone losing, Sylas wasn't allowed to run or avoid battle either.

All of this was based on intent alone. Sylas had long learned to control his intent when it came to the Scorned Wraps, but there were certain things that he could never trick it about.

For example, in the past, Sylas couldn't even hold a treasure in his hands without it being destroyed. Now, he could hold one easily by controlling his intent. But no matter what he did, he could never use a treasure to bolster his combat strength or kill someone.

That was a hard line that could never be crossed so long as the Scorned Wraps limited him.

By the same token, so long as Sylas learned of a challenge from an F-tier, if he made any attempt to delay, to avoid, or pretend as though he didn't know of their purpose—unless he was 100% certain that fighting them could only end in his victory—he would lose the Title and all that came with it.

Somehow, this wasn't even the most troublesome part of having such a Conquest Title.

Primus Imperium was only active for as long as Sylas was an F-tier. The moment he promoted to E-tier, it would disappear. Unfortunately, the Titles that it had forcefully erased wouldn't come back magically either.

That meant that until Sylas could somehow earn Primus Imperium once again in the E-tier, he would have to re-earn King Slayer all on his own.

Luckily, although he had lost his Bloodline Title—something he still wasn't sure of the function of just yet—his Royal Hero Line had been permanently upgraded. So that wasn't all a loss.

All of that said… losing Titles and being targeted by those outside of your Sector was just one matter. The real problem wasn't any of this… It was other Primus Imperiums across the universe.

Right this moment, Sylas' Title looked like this:

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[Primus Imperium (Conquest Title)]

[Undefeated now and into forever. Untouchable, unmarred, unblemished…]

[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]

—

However, for every Imperium defeated with this Conquest Title, it would improve so long as the Titles were of equivalent Tiers.

'It seems that it is my turn…' Gralith thought silently, his mind awakening months later.

It was time to put an end to this farce.

…

While Gralith was thinking of this, Sylas, too, had learned of everything that could happen due to this Title. But his views were very different.

He had already lost something precious to himself once.

He didn't care who came. They wouldn't be able to take a single damn thing from him.

That he swore.

As he had this thought, the last of Sylas' Aether was perfectly swapped out.

What was the benefit of being able to wield Aether a full Tier above yourself?

It meant that he could finally swap out all of his Aether—not just for any random Aether—but Aether of true perfection, Aether that would make almost any F-tier in the universe tremble.

Aether formed from perfect, 100 Foundation, F-Grade Runes.

Sparks of lightning danced across Sylas' body, his body thrumming with a rampaging, roaring power.

Runes spontaneously formed and combusted around him, the world shifting and threatening to collapse.

As he evolved, his gaze landed on Cassarae's body by his side. She was curled up in thin sheets, sleeping peacefully as though her actions hadn't thrown the Petals of the Seeing Thorn into complete and utter chaos.

It seemed that soon, it would be about time he went to find a path to upgrade to a C-Grade Race.