Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1529

"What?"

Fowler's gaze flashed with fury. The drones weren't his own personal creation, but their communication hubs were personally crafted by him.

His proprietary Rune Mesh allowed him to have semi-sentient mechanisms work together, creating the illusion of a single mind from a hive. It was precisely the concept of a hive mind that he was trying to reflect in real life.

It could be said that this was his magnum opus, and it was also his secret to entering the B-tier, something he felt he was infinitely close to.

The less your talent was, the harder it was to complete a Foundation. And unless a Foundation reached a certain standard, it would never be good enough to reach the next stage.

Fowler had been stuck at Level 200 for a very long time. For many, the bottleneck they would reach was one where the Aether of beasts they killed and devoured—or people, for that matter—would never be enough to allow them to move forward.

While it was the case that the more talented you were, the more Mature Aether you needed for every level, there was an inverted bell curve of sorts where the less talented you were, the more Mature Aether you needed likewise. In fact, the closer you were to your biological limits, the closer to infinity that requirement became.

This limit was often decided by your Race. Though, it was possible to push beyond if you were near the limits of a Grade.

For example, Earth had produced some weak E-tiers despite the fact their ancestors were only F-Grade Humans. However, they were all stuck at Level 51and had no chance of reaching D-tier in their lifetimes unless they upgraded their Races.

The lower the tier in question, the looser these requirements were. But as you went up, the harsher they became.

For someone to reach the B-tier as a member of a C-Grade Race like Fowler was, they had to be at least a member of a C+ Race, and they needed a great breakthrough or opportunity.

That said, even if you were a member of a B+ Race, the chances of ever reaching the A- tier were so minimal there might as well be no chance at all.

There was very good reason their Milky Way Sector didn't have a single B-tier to their name.

This was Fowler's obsession, and his swarms were the baby he had been nurturing for a very long time. The idea that a single ship was wiping them out wasn't just ridiculous, it was a complete insult.

He would like to see if that would still happen if he personally took control of them. Standing violently to his feet, a wave of telekinetic strength spread out in all directions, carrying so much strength and power his attendant had his chest caved in, spurts of blood flying through the air.

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Patriarch Dazeth had been a ticking time bomb ever since the death of his son.

But he had died a miserable death before he could ascend, falling at the hands of a mere F-Grade Human. Check latest chapters at novel⸺fire.net

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