Infinite Evolution: Dominating The Apocalypse With My God Tier Items Chapter 81: Brandon’s situation

Aweso!" Brandon exclaid in joy as he stared at the multicolored, brilliantly lit screen pulsating before him.

[Congratulations! You have ascended to the Origin. You have acquired 2nd tier inheritance rights!]

[You can choose one gene skill, one pet egg, and one genetic armant from the 2nd grade inheritance inventory!]

Brandon’s situation was quite troubleso.

Back during his ascension, when Seth had infiltrated Brandon’s soul with his will, the inheritance crystal had instinctively tried to protect him.

Though in the end Seth had anchored him, it wasn’t as tight, which led to his current situation.

He landed in the middle of a desert, the endless sea of sand stretching as far as his vision could see.

The starless sky wasn’t doing much to light the area, so he had to rely on the moon’s lackluster glare.

Brandon didn’t know how far he was from the rest, but he didn’t worry much about it.

After all, after a day they would be sent back to Earth. He would et them then and explain. For now, he was too busy being giddy from his inheritance gains.

He rubbed his hands together, his lips crooking into a greedy smile.

He opened the second-tier inventory of the inheritance.

A screen containing a list flickered into his sight.

He scrolled and scrolled, his eyes getting brighter. Not only was everything good stuff — the least being Noble grade — it also seed the list was endless.

’I’ve struck it rich!’ he jubilated, as his eyes scanned through the treasury.

He had three picks for three categories: gene skill crystals, companion pet eggs, and genetic armants.

What the last was, he had no clue, but it sure sounded badass.

"There." Brandon halted over a gene skill that caught his eye.

Naturally, since he got the King of Myriad Flas inheritance crystal, every gene skill it offered was of the fire elent category.

Brandon was quite happy with his current gene skill, Royal-grade Sinner’s Touch.

And unlike Seth and the others, he had no gene lineage to rely on to get gene skills.

So every opportunity he had to get one was a cherished chance. And now he wasn’t looking for sothing redundant.

He wanted a skill that could layer its effects upon his Sinner’s Touch like a foundation, multiplying his combat prowess.

And he found a skill that caught his attention — one with compatible synergy with his current skill.

It would make up for his heavy disadvantage in using items.

Though having an elental gene skill might be cool, it implied a massive downside.

Especially if you were like Brandon, who used his body to project flas. That ant your weapons would never last, suffering damage from both user and enemy. The weapon always expended its durability very easily.

But this skill he had his eyes on fixed that flaw. Even more wonderful, it was a Monarch-grade skill!

[Gene Skill Crystal: Fla Armant!]

[Details: A skill that defies all laws of physics, converting energy to matter. Consolidating flas into items, the user can give said item a fla-related ability.]

Brandon was almost drooling.

"This is the perfect pick!"

Though there were other Monarch-grade skills, none was as unique as this.

Not only would this utilize effects from his first gene skill, it also granted exclusive versatility.

He could forge any item with pure flas, consolidate it into matter, and create a fla item which he could grant a fla-related ability of his choosing.

He didn’t hesitate any longer. The other Monarch grades, if looked at closely, were all redundant — even if they burned hotter or had exaggerated effects.

Brandon preferred versatility over rigidness.

He quickly made his selection, and another screen unraveled — the companion pet section.

Humans were still quite new to the Origin, so none of them had yet co across a companion egg drop.

Not even Seth, with his exaggerated 100% drop rate, had gotten any. That alone spoke volus of their rarity.

Brandon scrolled without worries. Honestly, this was one section he didn’t know what to choose.

These were all fla Origin Beasts, with the sa evolvable tag.

But Brandon had a rough choice in mind. Since he was so powerful, wouldn’t it be wonderful if he had his own healer?

Imdiately this idea took root, he began to scroll in search of what he needed. It didn’t take much effort to co across the perfect candidate.

[Species: Starry Fu Fox]

[Rank: Awakened]

[Gene Skills: Endless Fla Revitalization (Noble grade), Ember of Amplification (Noble grade), Star Fire Breath (Noble grade)]

The skill that made him decide to get this beast, despite the fact that there were several Royal-grade pets available, was precisely Endless Fla Revitalization.

This skill allowed the pet to turn all flas within reach into a vitalizing healing agent.

As a fla user, choosing such a pet was a must — as well as a massive boon.

Now for the last section: genetic armant. Brandon’s eyes glowed in wonder.

"Aren’t these tech suit armors?" He blinked in awe. Human technology had never developed to such a phase.

To think there was still such advanced tech in the Origin. These were exoskeletal tech armors built from essence-rich tals, inscribed with high-quality runes for circuits.

They burned on the user’s essence as a power source. Each armant had distinct specialties.

Brandon scrolled through various armors, not knowing what he was looking for until he paused on one.

"Lady Luck Dance Suit Armor." Brandon murmured, his eyes flashing at the description.

"A genetic armant crafted by the Sylvie race, a special race with a binding trait of Luck stat.

It is said this armor can make its user so fortunate even the Sky Emperors fought for ownership. Still, it landed in the hands of the Myriad Flas King."

Luck was a stat? Brandon wondered as he read the description.

He had never seen a Luck stat. Except for the newly gained stat Will, there was nothing.

But still, such a unique armor — he had to try.

Hesitating a bit, he selected it. Void tremored as the space around Brandon warped and bent, forming a gaping hole.

From it, three items flew out...

Brandon quickly claid them. Before even absorbing his gene crystal, he needed to satiate his curiosity.

He equipped the genetic armant.

A dark green tallic, glowing runic armor ford on his skin, flickering halos of yellow spewing from its seams.

It fitted Brandon’s fra perfectly, and he guffawed at how marvelous it felt.

It was like the surface armor was an extension of his senses.

He bent and touched the sand, feeling every grain, every speck of tal dust singled out, even the faint gales of wind brushing across his figure.

And more importantly, his vision wasn’t obstructed in any way. In short, it was vastly improved to a 360° omniscient vision.

’Tsk tsk tsk! Really badass. Hehe, even big bro’s armor can’t compete.’ Brandon was chuckling to himself when all of a sudden...

Whoosh!

The sand beneath sunk and swirled, turning into a whirlpool. A terrifying suction force dragged at him from beneath the surface.

"The fuck! I thought you said this was a Lucky suit!" Brandon wailed in confusion.

Before he vanished from the surface, the sand settled still, the wind blowing away all traces of anyone ever being there.