Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1580

1580 A Dog's Death [2500 GT Bonus]

The excitement bubbling up in Fowler's heart was palpable.

It hadn't been long since he lost his Title-not even a year-but he had never felt so empty, so broken in his life. He had always hung his hat on his intelligence. Never once did he blame his station in life, instead believing that with enough time, he would always be able to turn everything around.

But just when he was finally there, finally sitting on the very precipice of it all...

It came crumbling down.

All because of this Sylas Grimblade.

But now, that would change. Now, he would return with what was rightfully his. Now, he would stand at the height he had always been meant to. Now... Nothing happened.

Fowler blinked. The space above his head remained empty.

The surge of power and strength he had been waiting for never came.

The room of white hung in an odd silence. The woman and Old Brama were still waiting for the next round to begin. But Sylas, who hadn't made a move from the start, just stood there, unbothered.

One would have thought that he would have collapsed—that he would turn gaunt and broken from the power being sapped out of his body. However, Sylas looked the same now as he had before.

The weight of Legendary Genes wasn't something that could be explained in a few words. If he lost his Primus Imperium Title, then there might be some real devastation wrought to his body. But Primus Luminaria was a Title he had yet to fully rely on in the first place. As for his Dominus Paragon Title, its improvement to his Mental Stats was precisely what his Legendary Genes could mitigate the loss of.

Sylas' stats alone had long become a poor measure of his actual strength. After he gained Legendary Genes, this only became more so. When he formed his Dao, it only became more exaggerated than that.

While the empty stats granted by Primus Luminaria had left Fowler weak and vapid, for Sylas, he had long been inching toward maximizing them to their greatest extent.

His comprehension of Wisdom, Intelligence, and Charisma was unlike anything Fowler could ever hope to match up to.

His stats must have plummeted by an entire magnitude, but this functionally had little effect on him at all.

In practice, his strength was certainly weaker. Even so, a bit contradictorily, his ability to use his current stats had skyrocketed by such a measure that it almost made up for the losses in a single bound.

Fowler's head finally snapped back to Sylas.

"What did you do?"

When Sylas didn't respond, his eyes began to bulge.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

Veins of red formed in the whites of his eyes, his aura fluctuating so wildly that he nearly exploded. Unfortunately for him, the parameters of a Cross Tier Quicktime Event didn't allow him to attack personally.

That said...

Chi.

Cracks-fine cracks of black and silver-began to appear across the expanse of white. First slowly, then so fast even Fowler's eyes weren't able to keep up.

BANG.

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