[Extra gratitude to Bryson_Clark Milky Way Originator]
Sylas found himself rereading the ssage repeatedly. The system had unexpectedly promoted him to Originator of the Milky Way.
This recognition was invaluable, though articulating just how much it ant was difficult —especially with an imminent threat casting a shadow over everything.
Though Sylas was certain sothing was approaching, he had no inkling of its scale or the strength of those who targeted him. The fact that adversaries were brazen enough to act after an entire Demi-God Clan had been annihilated only added to his unease.
Any enemy daring to take such a gamble was either utterly reckless or a being who had ticulously calculated every variable, confident of slipping through undetected.
Sylas often felt perpetually outmatched, as if forever trailing behind, desperately trying to catch up with sches his foes had been weaving for decades, perhaps even centuries or millennia.
Yet now, he finally possessed a sliver of leverage to turn the tide. If his Originator status were confined solely to Earth, resistance would be nearly impossible without jeopardizing the entire Human race.
But utilizing the vast expanse of the Milky Way as his battlefield... that provided a strategic buffer, shielding those he cherished most.
Exactly the advantage he had long desired.
Sylas shifted his focus to the details of his second System Reward.
[Na: Sylas Grimblade]
[Species: Human Simioid (D)]
[Alliance: Legacy 7777; Earth Originator; Golden Grove Elder; Beast Warlord Sanctum 073]
[Class: Glassborn Cryst Emperor (Legendary (F))]
[Class: Chaotic Sovereign (Legendary (F))]
[Profession: Vipermancer (Bronze (E))]
[Profession: Runeweaver (DDD )]
[Level: 50]
[Coins: 837,111132,382 (F); 8,212,261 (E); 1,232 (D)]
[Titles: Infinite Will; Milky Way Originator; Originator Saint; Palms of Fate; System Chosen; Sacred Tar; Skill Originator...)
His gaze lingered on the DDD rank by his Runeweaver profession for so long that he nearly missed the subtle alert following right after.
[Originator Grandmaster]
[Shape your Profession with your own hands, refine it, and transform it into sothing unprecedented. Glimpse into your Profession's future, understand it, ease experience requirents—and pursue what lies ahead, staking your claim on a new realm in the world.]
[Title Evolved]
[Originator Grandmaster > Originator Saint]
[A Saint towers over a Grandmaster as a deity surpasses a re mortal. The light of destiny illuminates your path, and the usual limits on your Professions unravel like the boundless heavens above or celestial vault beyond.
[> Command an endless array of Professions confined only by your Will and foundation.] Sylas absorbed this ssage deeply.
infinite professions?
Though Professions didn't directly raise one's raw statistics, their indirect effects were formidable. Vipermancy contributed more to Sylas's present strength than almost any other skill—and by a wide margin.
In truth, he had yet to unleash even a fraction of its true power. He was far from mastering it.
And now this title suggested he could hold limitless Professions? After elevating Runeweaver to a DDD grade all on its own?
Suddenly, clarity flooded Sylas's mind. His charisma swelled, bending reality toward his volition with overwhelming force.
“Move forward," he willed internally.
With a single step, Sylas vanished, heading straight for the massive, nacing hydra looming in the distance.
Sanzi finally put away his communication device. He glanced at his fiancée and the others, noting they seed to hold firm. It was his mont to scout the surroundings. Because of their group combat restrictions, he couldn't easily enter mid-fight. Their Wills needed perfect synergy, drawing upon the very core of their bloodline.
it was already challenging to maintain harmony with him given his power exceeded theirs. Joining midway could disrupt the entire balance.
Besides, if he had been present from the beginning, the hydra would have been even more formidable.
Just as he prepared to ease his tension, a sudden chill gripped his heart as his gaze locked onto activity in the distance.
They were approaching faster than anticipated. The Boros Race had already unleashed their ace to hold this defense line, so Sanzi hadn't expected any intruders to breach the territory at such speed.
How overwhelmingly strong were these forces—
Sanzi's body froze when he sensed a familiar aura. Long before spotting Sylas, the presence unsettled him. That insidious toxin of power that crushed and shredded his Will on contact was unmistakable.
“No!”
He quickly acted.
“Bluancal Release! We must unite—all of us together!”
The command reached his fiancée's ears. Though puzzled, she did not argue. As the current core of the Ancient Boros Hydra, she bore a greater burden than usual, her Will rapidly draining.
Sanzi surged forward, Aether coursing through his veins, his hydras' hair billowing upwards. Their silvery-black scales shimred with reflected light as each roared in unison.
He unleashed a resonant wave of Will that briefly froze the massive, water-ford humanoid guardians just as Bluanca broke free.
Instantly, Sanzi clapped his palms together.
“The incoming enemy is lethal! Stay alert! Do not lower your defenses!”
Caught by the urgency in Sanzi's voice, all sharpened their focus, clapping in rhythm to match his tempo.
The heavens rumbled with raw power, and the Aether streaming towards them surged exponentially.
[Ancient Boros Hydra (FF )]
[Level: 222]
[Physical: 400,000]
[ntal: 510,000]
(will: N/A]
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