Genetic Ascension Chapter 1947: Yamero

Sylas was quite curious about what he was seeing.

Obviously, all of the creatures here were Constructs. They didn't have bodies.

Maybe it wasn't accurate to say that Yaro was building itself a body, but it was hard to call it anything else.

Yaro's Construct was using its ability to control space to trigger changes around it and force a physical form. When Sylas pulled it out from the void, for a mont, it looked like he was looking at a real living creature instead of just a construct.

This fascinated Sylas because he had never even seen or read about such a thing. It was rare he was impressed by anything, but this might be such a rare mont.

A body was just a series of chanisms that worked together. There was nothing in universal law that stated a body had to be ford of flesh and blood. In fact, there were almost certainly Races out there that were nothing like that.

Yaro was essentially controlling space around it to such a finely tuned level that it was becoming a part of it. There was a section where one would expect a heart to be that was pumping Spatial Aether through it, almost like a heart would. There was a portion lower down that seed to be swallowing Spatial Aether that couldn't be used, breaking it down, and then using it to power Yaro's Will directly.

The only problem with this Construct was that Yaro had to micromanage and control everything.

It was no wonder it was so obsessed with gaining new Spatial Abilities. It was doing everything it could to reach a state where its Spatial Body would be as autonomous and effective as a real body.

It was fascinating.

This beast was a genius.

Sylas realized in that mont that Yaro's spatial affinity might be far weaker than his own, but the beast's understanding of space was far beyond his own.

The only reason Yaro hadn't already broken free of the prison Sylas had ford was because it wasn't just ford of Space, it also incorporated comprehensions one could only grasp if you understood ti as well.

Sylas raised a hand and pressed it down. All at once, Yaro's heart stopped beating, its stomach stopped churning, its makeshift construction of inner organs grinding to a halt.

When Sylas removed his palm from Yaro's head, it all started up again and Yaro began to hack and wheeze, begging for air but taking several minutes before it could co back.

"Your thods are fascinating, but they are flawed. I surmise that it's because you've taken such a unique path that you fell to so easily. So much of your power is tied into keeping this body running.

"But I can tell you now that without ti, you'll never succeed in crafting this body to even half the potential you seek. And without an understanding of void, you'll never reach 80%. Even I do not know if it's possible to reach 100% right now. You are trying to create a completely different form of life."

Yaro's rage vanished as though it had been blown into the wind. Instead, its eyes lit up and it looked at Sylas as though a baby at its new toy.

"I will let you go." Sylas said calmly. "I cannot help an A-tier to this level, not unless you can successfully regress to the E-tier. If you can find a way to gain a ti affinity on your own-."

"I can regress."

Sylas raised an eyebrow.

"Tier is just a state of being. If I fold myself through enough layers of space, I can appear to be an E-tier."

"That is not possible without ti affinity." Sylas concluded after a mont of thought.

"Not necessarily. That is only if you are only accounting for one sort of Realm space. If you are folding between the Mortal and Demi-God Realms, it is possible."

"The Demi-God Realm has different dinsional layers?"

"Yes. The Mortal Realm only has three dinsions of space. The Demi-God Realm has more. If I allow my Will to seep into the Demi-God Realm and then fold it back down to the Mortal Realm, much of my strength will be locked away in layers of space I can no longer access."

"In which case you will appear to have a far weaker Will than you do, fooling the system."

"Exactly, exactly!"

Yaro seed excited, almost as though it was finally speaking to soone as smart as itself for the first ti. If it was anyone else, it would have needed a much longer explanation than that before they understood.

"I see. But this thod will also restrict you to the Mortal Realms."

"Did you not say that you can help ?" Yaro blinked. "If you help gain a ti affinity, I will deal with the rest. At that point, it will be easier."

Sylas nodded. "Okay."

Nosphaleen stood to the side, smiling. She wasn't even sure if Sylas knew it quite yet, but she felt like she had just witnessed him make his first true friend.

Or maybe she had just witnessed the very sa thing for Yaro as well.

...

Sylas soared through the skies as though on a surfboard. He held Nosphaleen up by her waist as Yaro shot through the clouds like an arrow, a beaming smile on its face.

The forrly arrogant Spark Weaver appeared giddy and was constantly bouncing ideas, theories, and questions off Sylas in a continuous stream.

Despite the fact that it was far weaker now, it was like it didn't care about it at all, like all the centuries and millennia of work it had put in were aningless.

"Yes, and if you this is it," Yaro ca to a sudden stop both in its sentence and its flight.

Down below there was an encampnt of youths.

In Sylas' opinion, if he was going to take control of the Emperor Sanctum, this was probably the first segnt he should bring under his heel.

For the ti being, there was no use wasting any ti using sches.

Since he had the power, he would do things the old fashioned way.

With a step, Sylas plumted through the skies, falling right for the encampnt.