Genetic Ascension Chapter 1827: Impossible

Sylas had stared into the explosion of the Legendary Luck Gene. Every individual Rune that produced it up spread outward, and it looked as though it was going to quickly dissipate.

That was when the Golden Battlefield shook beneath Sylas' command.

The world was forced into a state of calm, ti slowing to a crawl.

The Runes that should have long faded away were trapped in a quagmire of Sylas' creation.

This Legendary Luck Gene had been by Sylas' side ever since the Champion Dungeon. However, as powerful as his Rune Mastery had grown, he had never been able to decipher or read it.

At his current level, there shouldn't have been an F-tier Rune in existence that he couldn't read. Even if he couldn't imdiately draw it, or understanding it took several days, weeks, even months at a ti, it would be fine.

But this Legendary Luck Gene was like a stone wall. No matter how he tried to study it, even with the help of his new self-created ch designs, he was just unable to do it.

This only ant one thing to Sylas:

There was a higher level of Rune Mastery out there sowhere. Or maybe Void Mastery had such a long path ahead that he was far too far away from its limits to truly be without limits.

Sylas decided to change that.

However, he realized that doing so in the F-tier was impossible. At this point, the limitation wasn't just his intelligence, it was his body itself. Even with D-Grade Runeweaver Eyes, it didn't seem like enough.

Whatever concepts he wasn't understanding here represented a level of Rune Mastery that might very well be beyond the Gods themselves.

A level of Rune Mastery only creators of Universal Systems were capable of reaching.

It was this level that Sylas had always wanted to reach. But... he knew that it was a fleeting dream.

While this Legendary Luck Gene was technically an F-Grade Rune, it was certainly the creation of soone or sothing that had seen far beyond the scope of the A-tier, beyond maybe even the S-tier.

To look at it as an F-Grade Rune was simply doing yourself a disservice.

There were so extrely complex concepts that only PhDs could explain as though they were reading a children's book. But that didn't an that the concepts themselves were ant to be in children's books.

To then expect the equivalent of a toddler to understand it was impossible.

But Sylas was determined.

That was because he understood that for this Legendary Luck Gene to work the way it did, it had to incorporate a level of Rune Mastery that dove deeper into the layers of the body than he had ever seen... so deep that it touched beyond just the most common of the layers and reached down into Potential and Free Chaos.

This had to be what lay beyond the Void. What was hidden in the Runes would give Sylas the path forward he wanted.

But, as he looked at it...

'... I don't understand.'

Sylas didn't even have an inkling. Everything had been separated and parsed, the Runes were practically frozen in ti, he could see them from every iteration and permutation, and yet... He couldn't understand a single thing.

He stood there, staring, morizing, organizing, and cataloguing, but it made no difference at all.

Why was there an Ice Rune next to a Cleaning Rune? Why was this Fire Rune upside down and mirrored for no reason at all? Why was it that so many long sections of Rune constructs seed to form ladders and bridges to others without purpose or reason?

Sylas had never seen Runes as part of a sh of Runes that served no other purpose but to link with others. They seed functionally dead. With the way the Aether was designed to flow through these Runes, they would never flourish the way they should.

Sotis these useless Runes actually did have a function. Maybe they were designed to contain heat, or maybe they were designed to direct lightning; so of them were quite literally best used as a part of a vehicle with wheels specifically. But in the sh of Runes themselves, they didn't act like this, instead being almost like... 'Filler.'

Was soone obstructing his views?

There was another possibility in Sylas' head... and that was that the only way to truly understand this Rune was by seeing it in its complete state.

But it had already long been established that he couldn't. It was like when Genes had once only looked like blobs of bright light to him. He couldn't parse apart their individual structures at all.

Now, he was right back there.

Sylas stood there for a long while. It seed that he had finally bitten off more than he could chew.

How could you finish a al when you didn't even know where to bite first?

Sylas closed his eyes and took a breath, exhaling slowly.

It seed that he wasn't going to get what he wanted out of this today. Even with the foundation of an E-Grade Spark Master, even with D-Grade Runeweaver Eyes, even with his intelligence, he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it.

In that case, there was only one thing left to do.

The battlefield trembled.

Indeed, it was odd that the Golden Races would focus so much on Spaceti. And if the purpose was Spaceti, then what was the point of the Demons?

Were they really just trying to trap sothing else here? Or were they trying to accomplish sothing else?

Why did they stratify the Sanguara, Blazara, and Ghorath into tiers of their own selves?

Sylas realized that by skipping the F-tier version of this Secret Realm, he had done himself a disservice. But, it was already impossible to go back to confirm his suspicions.

Or, rather, it would have been had he not had this battlefield and the Legendary Luck Gene.

He might not understand how the Legendary Luck Gene worked, but he knew how to use it.

And he would use it to peer into the Foundation of this battlefield.