Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1579

1579 Level One Formation

"Sylas Grimblade."

Fowler completely ignored the other two. Whether it was Old Brama or the woman, he didn't care for them in the slightest.

He had always been arrogant, and as far as he was concerned, the only one worth his time was the man who had stolen his Title from him... Whether they were C-tiers or not.

To him, it never mattered what Sylas' Tier was.

Sylas didn't reply. He had never seen a Quicktime Event like this one. It was very odd.

For one, Quicktime Events were meant to be optional for the most part. They were region-locked, but they weren't like Field Dungeons that formed force fields around them. Normally, you should just be able to walk away, and once you left the range, you would be fine.

But Sylas clearly didn't have this option right now. In fact, he was forcefully brought here.

That said... it didn't feel like something Fowler was responsible for either. If it was, he would have never brought Old Brama and the woman in.

The reason they were taken in should be because they were Rune Masters. Whatever this was had been able to sense the presence of Rune Masters and act accordingly.

Interesting.

Sylas' eyes pulsed with a light as the veil over his Runeweaver Eyes was lifted by him by a small percentage. The world around him became an even more blinding shade of white, and the woman's gaze flickered.

She looked over toward Sylas with a hint of surprise in her eyes. But after a moment, she looked away, focusing on what was going to happen. Something told her that this matter wouldn't be so simple.

No matter the situation, her top priority was always her self-preservation. When on Sylas' ship, following his orders dictated that she kept her life. But right now, Sylas had clearly lost perfect control over the situation.

He had seemingly sensed what was happening ahead of time but was still unable to evade it entirely.

[Round One Start]

[Task: Level One Formation]

The area before Sylas flashed, and he watched as a complex formation took shape before him in the shape of a shield.

It was about three-quarters of a meter in diameter and had a slight curve to it like a real shield would. Runes were packed so densely into it that it was hard for Sylas to even look at it too directly.

He had never seen F-tier Runes packed so densely. It was more complex than even the E-grade mesh of the Scorpion Warlord Armor.

It didn't take Sylas long to understand.

This is all a ploy for my Title. The system is easily manipulated under the right circumstances, and they're taking advantage. If they've set up a Quicktime Event I have no choice but to face off against higher tiers in, it's impossible for the system to make it perfectly fair. They're banking on this.

Sylas stared at the F-tier shield for a moment and didn't move.

The woman and Fowler had both already taken action.

Fowler's Runes swarmed as though they were forming hive minds in real time. As for the woman, her methods were no less peculiar-the swarm of nanobots that made up one of her arms had begun to churn as well.

The only one not moving like Sylas was Old Brama. The latter was looking at Sylas as though asking for cues on what to do next.

Sylas only gave him a nod, telling him that he could do as he pleased. It wouldn't make much of a difference.

Seconds turned to minutes, and then as the minutes began to creep upward-

Chi.

Fowler's shield broke apart first.

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