Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Rebuffed

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His Aether… when he activated Aetherflow, his telekinesis became a perfect extension of his body, and as such, his Aether flowed freely within it. However, because he was controlling three daggers, his Aether had flooded into them. The daggers were unable to handle his Aether and actually exploded under the pressure.

'Aren't they treasures…? How are they unable to handle Aether?'

Now that Sylas thought about it, he had never tried to pour Aether into his weapons. The only analogous ability he had that was capable of doing something similar was Blade Aura. However, he was unable to project his Aether out of his body, at least not without a Skill as a conduit…

That was until he mastered Aetherflow.

Regardless, it seemed that treasures weren't able to withstand Aether. Or, at the very least, not treasures of this level.

'It might also be that I poured way too much Aether into it…'

He was used to having pitifully low Intelligence, even Cassarae commented on it. It's possible that he had just gone way overboard.

"Hm…"

Sylas walked over to the basilisk corpses and pried its jaw open. With a punch, he knocked out some of its teeth. By this point, his Strength was almost near 90, and with the +10% of his Scorned Wraps, his Constitution was near 80. He didn't find these things difficult anymore.

He lifted a tooth into the air with his telekinesis and sent it flying a good distance from him. When it was about 10 meters away, he activated Aetherflow once more.

BANG!

Sylas frowned as he dodged tooth shards. Although he tried to ease his foot off the gas pedal, he realized that there was actually no stopping it. The basilisk had over 80 Constitution and yet its teeth couldn't withstand his Aether at all.

Sylas really didn't want to ask the Madness Key. Now that his Genes were actually showing up as stats again, every question would mean a loss of five stat points. That was way too much to bear, given he was still in the middle of a dangerous situation. If he wasn't worried about his concussion, maybe it would be worth it. But right now, he needed the greatest advantage he could get just in case he was sluggish in other ways.

He shook his head. 'I don't have to understand this immediately. I only have one dagger left now, anyway. What good is it? When I leave, I'll gather 20 Common Genes in all categories as quickly as possible.'

There was just one other thing that Sylas first.

If his Aetherflow Gene talent caused these sturdy weapons to just implode on contact… then how strong did it make his fists?

Sylas leapt back and steadied himself into a boxing stance. He dropped his and twisted his back foot hard as he unleashed a fist.

He stood in silence as he watched the result. After a while, he nodded to himself and walked away. His destination? The pair of dots on his map.

After Sylas left, the basilisk corpse slowly rolled over, revealing a clean hole that went right through its pristine scales. Blood was splattered in all directions as the beast settled into its final resting place.