Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: I Am

Sylas slowly regained his bearings, his mind on full alert. There was always a risk of things going terribly wrong when you entered a Dungeon with a higher Entry Limit requirement with fewer numbers. But for things to go this poorly was definitely unique.

What Sylas didn't know was that this situation was even worse than he knew.

During a Summoning, a world was in a unique state. There were many oddities that could occur, including events that intersected with already well-established worlds.

Most of these odd occurrences could be described simply. The universe tended toward helping its children to evolve; it was a simple cadence of evolution. As such, the universe wasn't interested in protecting interests and drawing dividing lines. In fact, if it was up to the universe, every world would perfectly succeed in their Summoning.

This was all to say that when these odd occurrences happened, it was a method of the universe, or the system, rather, giving those of a lesser world an opportunity.

The ceremony that Sylas had just strolled into was one example of this. This was an event meant for Sylphs and Sylphs alone. He had no business appearing here. It could be said that everyone, including the elder lurking behind the bonfire, saw him as an enemy that should be directly killed.

But by the same token, just like the Arctic Emperor Cobra, they were restricted by the laws of the system. Their pain wasn't just caused by Sylas' Madness Comprehension, but the backlash of the system itself as well.

They should have had an understanding of what it meant for a human to appear here, but they tried to overextend themselves nonetheless and those that were foolish enough to do so had ended up facing some backlash.

Such events were truly rare; it was no wonder that they would try and see if there was a loophole to take advantage of. But now that they had failed, the next time they tried to kill Sylas...

The result would be far worse.

Sylas' gaze flickered as he stood to his full height. He didn't hide his gaze, scanning everyone one by one, including the man standing behind the bonfire.

There was no use in trying to hide his intentions, and since his visualization seemed impossible to use against these people, he could only rely on his eyes.

Likewise, he didn't dare to try and scan their stats either. All he knew was that they must be beneath Level 20. If he extrapolated the stat recommendations of the Dungeon, then they all likely had around 500 Mental Stats and Will as well.

For now, until he thought of something better, this would be the best that he could do.

Slowly, the Sylphs around him also recovered from their mental backlash, some of them even swallowing Elixirs directly to replenish themselves.

Several more glares landed on Sylas' body, but no one dared to act again. However, the oppression in the air would have likely suffocated anyone else.

"You are alone?"

The voice was gruff, aged and ancient. It sounded as though the man had been screaming at the top of his lungs for half a day and was somehow still willing himself to continue speaking now.

It came from the elder behind the bonfire.

Sylas' eyes narrowed. 'Why can I understand their language so clearly? Interesting.'

It was an odd feeling. He knew they were speaking another language, but it still naturally translated when it reached his mind. He couldn't tell if this was a Skill of the man himself, or if it was the system.