Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 250

[Arctic King Cobra (FFF)]

[Level: 7]

[Physical: 220]

[Mental: 291]

[Will: 253]

The creature was truly beautiful. It had alternating scales of pearly white and blue, and steely, slit sapphire eyes. When its hood opened up, a pattern of embroidery could be seen as if it had been branded with a sky-blue Rune.

Sylas was quite familiar with the hobby of snake breeding. Opening batches of eggs and checking what unique patterns you could get from selective breeding was something that he also liked to do. Though he mostly chose function over form, trying to research venom, he was familiar with the process nonetheless.

This mutated cobra race, though, was on another level. He had truly never seen a snake so beautiful, but it was also hard to match this level of beauty when this snake was quite literally emitting motes of light.

Its power was also truly exceptional. It was only Level 7, but those stats were off the chart. Just standing here, Sylas felt a great deal of pressure.

This beast was clearly on the same level as the mammoth race and the snail he had seen before. But they also seemed to have an extra aura, a hidden strength that Sylas couldn’t quite grasp.

Was that the Path of the Mancer? It felt like this beast was more dangerous than even its already outrageous stats seemed to suggest. If not for Madness, he wouldn’t even have the right to sense its stats at all with how high its Mental was.

Without hesitation, Sylas jumped off the back of the Dire Wolf and activated his Beast Totem in an instant.

This was only a Level 7 Arctic King Cobra and wasn’t enough to clear his Quest, but it was a good foundation. Now that he had <Master Scouting>, it was even more worthwhile than normal to take his time and feel out this race of creatures.

The Arctic King Cobra hissed before it suddenly trembled. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

A pair of slit, golden eyes appeared behind Sylas and the hood of the cobra slammed closed as it backed away. However, realizing that it wouldn’t be able to make much of an escape in this situation, it put on a brave front. Then, as though it had been provoked by something, it lashed out.

Its tail whipped and a scythe of crystalline blue took shape.

Immediately, Sylas saw through several things.

One, because of the distance between this location and the Portal, the Aether was concentrated enough for Skills to work, but not concentrated enough for Skills to display their usual level of power.

And, second…

[Chilling Scythe (F+) (Skill)] (Weakened)

[Damage: 100 (-80%)]

[Special Damage: 20/sec for 5 seconds]

[Attribute: Ice-Poison]