Genetic Ascension Chapter 243 Stamp

The first thing Sylas saw was a key and a lock. What was odd about the key was that it was a blank, and its body looked particularly narrow and thin compared to the bulkiness of the lock.

Intuitively, Sylas understood, and soon enough, the information he had assimilated with confird it.

The first step in this trial of sorts was to form a Rune that could unlock this lock and make it to the next one.

Sylas observed the lock, and then looked at the key. His visualization then swallowed up the lock and he began to analyze it.

Soon, his expression beca a bit weird… because he felt that the solution was too easy.

After so thought, he decided to follow through with it. It wasn't like there was a penalty for being wrong. This world was his own personal tutor.

However, quickly, he found a problem.

'How do I form a Rune?'

Until now, he had only ever taken Runes from the world around him. The one ti he hadn't, the Rune had co from the disk. But here, there were no such things. Even when he activated Enchanted Scholar, he couldn't see the Rune he needed.

He realized then that he had to form the Rune he needed, but he wasn't sure exactly how to do that.

'Maybe?'

Sylas rembered the Visualized Conception of . Could it be a similar matter here?

He tried it, and soon, he felt his Charisma and Will moving in an odd way. He had never felt it so tangibly before.

Telekinesis was much more fluid and amorphous. But in comparison, this felt like chiseling stone, as though he was forcing his Will into a fine point and carving out what he wanted in the world.

He imdiately felt a wave of fatigue, and he also realized that his Wisdom was actually holding him back. Usually, he could split his mind with ease. But right now, even if he wanted to, he couldn't even look away from the Rune he was forming, let alone split his mind.

It took him an entire half minute to succeed, and the result left him cringing.

Not only was his mind fatigued, but the Rune he ford looked like a child's scribble.

Earth's Runes were broken and beaten, covered in chains and cracking. But they still had a majesty to them that felt so much greater than this.

This naless Rune looked like a doodle rather than a law of the world.

What was more curious about this was that he felt the Gluttony Seed had moved while he took action. It was all so very odd.

Was this really ant to be so difficult?

Sylas took a breath and moved ahead, fusing the Rune to the key and trying to unlock the lock.

It slipped in, but when he tried to turn the key, it jamd.

Sylas frowned. With his visualization, he could see that the Rune was correct, but it was too jagged and broken to fit in properly. It was like a misaligned pattern, and even though he had gotten the solution correct, he might as well have slipped in the wrong key regardless.

After a mont, Sylas chose to use . Taking advantage of his sitting form, his ability to replenish his mind was much greater.

He had only used up about 30% of his stamina. But since he was in the wilderness, he couldn't afford to be too willful.

Once he had re-upped, he began to go again.

This ti, the Rune was close, but still not good enough. It wasn't until the third ti that the key turned properly, but got jamd after about an eighth of a turn.

The fourth try, it spun properly. But just when it was about to unlock, Sylas pulled out and entered a state of ditation again.

He felt that he could have unlocked it that ti, but he wasn't satisfied. He could get it closer, more refined.

As he made a fifth attempt, he was beginning to get into the flow of it. It only took about ten seconds compared to his first 30-second attempt. And it only took up about 10% of his ntal stamina as well.

He tried again and again, and then again.

As he did so, he even began to be capable of thinking of other things. It was odd… why was being more familiar with the Rune the equivalent of making it easier to draw as well? It felt like he was missing sothing.

Technically speaking, even if it took him longer to draw, it should take the sa amount of Will to draw. Even if there was so change in the Wisdom it took up, it couldn't be this drastic.

As Sylas focused, he realized what was happening.

The number of strokes.

The first ti he drew the Rune, he had to press down, lift, correct, and then press down again and again. But by the fifth ti, the number of tis he had to "lift" and correct himself was fewer.

It was almost like piercing into a veil, but every ti he retreated, finding the exact spot to continue beca harder and harder.

In that case, rather than trying to form the Rune one step at a ti, shouldn't he instead think of it like a stamp? If he ford the Visualized Conception all at once, and then pressed it into reality, wouldn't that be the fastest and most perfect thod?

The trouble was that that was difficult. There was a reason that it wasn't Sylas' first choice, and he instead took this path of slow and steady instead.

If Runes were two-dinsional, it would be fine. But because they were three-dinsional, it was far more difficult. It was like morizing a three-dinsional puzzle all at once and replicating it in a single instant.

But as he drew the Rune again and again, he beca familiar with it enough that this was quickly becoming a more feasible option.

And then, on his eighth attempt, his Will suddenly pressed down like an envelope stamp, pressing down its intention into the world.