Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Small Measure

Nerion's laughter continued to peel through the skies, carrying a chilling cold that felt even worse than the howling winds.

Sylas slowly calmed, watching the man laugh as though he had completely lost his mind.

Did it matter to him if this was the Seventh or the Ninth Summoning?

Yes... but only a small measure.

There was a small chance of surviving even if the Seventh Summoning failed. The fact that there were power structures and governments that survived the "Sixth Summoning," or rather, what was likely the Eighth Summoning, proved this.

However, if the Ninth Summoning failed, Earth was all but finished.

From his understanding, a world that failed nine attempts was doomed to be subordinated to another world. A world incapable of crossing the Summoning of their own would have to piggyback the laws of another.

This sounded like a cheat, but in reality, it was the worst kind of fate. This was because the system would split into subordinate and master roles. In the end, the humans of Earth would become not much unlike the beasts they hunted today.

The Basilisk King was the perfect example of this. Sylas still hadn't managed to find a method of helping it to level up. And strengthening it took difficult, roundabout methods that he could only find thanks to a Legendary Path Profession.

If Earth was subordinated to another world, all of its people would lose easy access to leveling up, gathering Genes, and overall improving themselves.

It wasn't just as simple as becoming subordinates... They would become subordinated while being entirely unable to ever have a chance to rise again in the future.

It would be the end of Earth as they knew it.

Even if Sylas managed to survive, he would rather die than live such a life. Wasn't his freedom the reason he was doing this in the first place?

That said...

He never planned to fail in the first place.

Now, all that had happened was that the situation had become more complicated. The fact that two of the Summonings had been hidden from them could only mean that it was done on purpose by those messing around behind the scenes.

The fact you got so many more Genes from killing fellow humans... the cancerous growths on the Runes of Earth... and now the obscuring of their own world's history...

They had really gone all out.

A light glowed in the depths of Sylas' eyes.

CLING! CLANG!

His pauldrons and shin guards appeared as Nerion was still in a maddened laughter. There was a flash in his eyes and suddenly a strong pulse of telekinesis rammed right into Nerion's chest.

All the air was knocked out of the Clypsian in a single instant.

It was clear that Nerion was caught off guard and didn't expect such a thing. However, Sylas didn't have the mind to care. For one, the pressure of the chilling winds around him was too great. Plus, he had already activated his fusion with the Basilisk King and he was on a timer. If he could get through all nine steps in eight minutes, he would be shit out of luck.

He had already given this man more than enough time to talk.