Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1176

Chapter 1176: Rewards (13) [Bonus]

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It seemed that these evolutions were his rewards from his Destiny Quest, but Sylas hardly paid much attention to them. Although he felt his perception toward the Mesh of Reality suddenly take another enormous leap forward, he was far more focused on what it would allow him to do, testing out so many other abilities he thought of—even ones that he thought he couldn’t have been able to pull off before.

For example, there was a compressing method he thought of that relied on Spatial Casting. Runes normally had a very set “size.” They were like atomic units—fixed and consistent.

You could increase the gap and span between two Runes, but you couldn’t just make them larger to fill in said gaps. As a result, if you wanted to make a larger formation, you needed to either fill it with more Runes or compress it within enough energy that the Runes had more than enough to fill in whatever weaknesses there might be.

This wasn’t normally a problem Sylas thought of much at all. It was like an accepted flaw of Rune crafting that often led to many problems, but no one really thought twice about it because that was just what it was.

One such problem was with Treasures. A sword, for example, could only be infused with so many Runes before it ran out of space because Runes couldn’t be compressed into a smaller size—just like they couldn’t be increased in size to be made larger.

In order to compensate for this, stronger weapons tended to also be heavier. Denser materials would be layered in thinner sheets, and Runes were hidden within their folds before new layers were added on top.

There were rare materials that were both sturdy in their thinness and capable of being used like this as well, but they were, unsurprisingly, far more expensive—and still required exceptionally skilled craftsmen to work on them.

Of course, Sylas didn’t really care about this sort of blacksmithing. And it was a problem without much of a need for a solution either.

Usually, as weapons became heavier, those that were in need of stronger Treasures were also in need of heavier weapons too.

Sure, lighter weapons were better to an extent. But how light was too light? At a certain level of strength, a weapon being lighter wasn’t helpful—it was a hindrance, or at the very least a limiter on what your real power output could be.

What Sylas was more concerned about was actually something others would look at him with a dumbfounded expression for…

The limit of his Visualization range.

His range was probably far larger than two kilometers now, but what if he ran out of space in crafting Runes? Theoretically, there was a limit to how many Runes he could form in that area.

But what if he could increase that limit?

It was the most ridiculous question he could be asking. How could he even begin to form that many Runes in the first place? And even if he could, how could he begin to control them?

And theoretically, let’s say that he could one day reach such a stage. By then, wouldn’t his Visualization range have grown even further anyway?

Sylas hardly considered that, though. To him, he was curious, so he looked into it. Plus, who said sheer quantity would be the only benefit of this?

There had to be a reason nature always wanted Runes to have the exact same power. What happened if you forced two atoms that really didn’t want to be together even closer? What kind of explosive power would that cause?

If he could shrink the Runes, even by just the tiniest hair…

Would he be able to make simple Runes with obvious caps even stronger?

What if he didn’t even need to bother to truly master a Rune because he could make even its most rudimentary form as powerful as being drawn to Spark Mastery—just by compressing it?

The answer to all of that seemed to be yes, but it nearly blew Sylas’ head off.

BANG!

Sylas was sent flying, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

An eruption of laughter echoed in his ears as he pulled himself up from the ground, a bit shaken.