Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1586

1586 Dark Gold Fog

Ekear looked toward Sylas with a rare look of focus in his eyes. The laziness he usually sported disappeared, replaced by an earnest expression.

He didn't speak, but the words he wanted to speak were clear enough.

'Can you do it?'

Sylas didn't reply to the implied question, his mind flickering with several thoughts. He wasn't sure.

It was one thing to place so high in the F-tier; it was another matter entirely to repeat the same feat in the E-tier. Those existences would be on a completely different level, and he had yet to begin building his Foundation.

Even if he had, there was no way he would carelessly enter the E-tier now-not when it would cost him Primus Imperium. Too many of his plans with Cassarae hinged on their Legendary City Stele working, and it would only do so if he was a Primus Imperium.

But placing so high with the strength of an F-tier against E-tiers of B+ Races when their F-tiers were already such a challenge... It would take real arrogance to claim that he could do something like that. Sylas was nothing if not pragmatic to a fault. He knew that the odds of such a thing were near zero.

If the task only required him to get a top 30 or 40 placement in the E-tier, he'd definitely be able to manage it. But top 10?

The fact he couldn't use his E-Grade Scorpion Warlord Armor right now was another problem.

Of course, that Armor was nothing compared to his Monkey King Armor. But could he even use such an Armor there?

Absolutely not.

Whoever the Emperor Sanctum sent to oversee things would definitely want to know where such an Armor they had never heard of came from. Until he had the power to deal with the entire Sanctum, it would be the pinnacle of foolishness for him to display it unless he could find a way to mask it.

'Mask it...' Sylas fell deeper into his own thoughts.

"It will depend on what the rules are," Sylas finally replied.

Ekear's gaze dimmed, but after a moment, he nodded. He was already aware that it was asking far too much of Sylas to begin with. But after seeing Sylas' Armor, he had allowed himself to hope.

In that case... he would just have to do his best in the C-tier trials.

"The rules change every year. We will know when we arrive."

The atmosphere was odd. Lineages with disciples as far as the eye could see gathered together before a familiar temple of gold. It felt like they could barely fit into bunches.

Not all that long ago, Sylas was watching Gralith risk his life to climb those steps that led to a place Sylas still didn't quite understand even now.

Now, however, he was standing before them as though waiting for something to descend once more.

The Scorpion Lineage was completely out of place amongst the crowd of the 073 Sanctum. They only had two members present, and their Warlord was nowhere to be

seen.

However, whether it was Erethea, Aranya, Prione, or the Ape Warlord—the leaders of their group—not a single one of them mentioned what happened. They didn't question the Scorpion Lineage, nor did they make a big deal of it.

In fact, Erethea seemed to show some relief when she noticed that Sylas was standing amongst their number. It was as though she was hoping that whatever train wreck had driven over their Lineage wouldn't affect him.

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