Chapter 805 Beacon
[Throne of Glassvolt Heir (Gold)]
[The bedrock of your Monarchy starts in your heart and extends to your lands. Should your Will remain firm, you will rule for an Eternity. But a darkness lingers in your heart that suffocates your growth, only to be shredded apart by a deathly bolt from the Heavens, a wrath from a sky lord. A True Emperor has no need of Strength but His Own.]
[+220 Mental]
[+220 Constitution]
[Stat Limit Increase: +50 per Level]
[Free Stats: +25 per Level]
[Class Modifier: 0.62 Intelligence; 0.62 Wisdom; 0.62 Charisma; 0.62 Constitution]
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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]
[Species: Human (F)]
[Affiliation: Grimblade Lineage]
[Class: Throne of Glassvolt Heir (Gold)]
[Class: —]
[Profession: Vipermancer (FFF+)]
[Level: 0]
[Coins: 1 377 (F)]
[Titles: A Shaping Will; Slight of Hand; System Rebel; Legendary Tamer; Skill Progenitor; Classic Dungeon Crawler; Woodland Warlord; Glass Desert Warlord; Glass Monkey Slayer; Woodland Spider Queen Slayer; Madness Conqueror (FF-); Common Arts Enthusiast (F-); A Patient Stalker (F-)]
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[Physical: 1999]
>[Strength: 1999]
>[Constitution: 1999]
>[Dexterity: 1999]
>[Speed: 1999]
[Mental: 1549]
>[Intelligence: 1201]
>[Wisdom: 1321]
>[Charisma: 2125]
[Will: 3999]
[Luck: 101]
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[Skills: …]
[Gene Skills: Cryobane Elevation (F-); Madness Control (F); Glassvolt Shift (FF+)]
[Gene Class Form: Glassvot Prism Arts (F+)]
[Comprehensions: Madness (FFF); Mixed Martial Arts (FFF+); Glassvolt (FFF-)]
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[Gene State: Flexible]
[Fragmented Genes: Grimblade Lineage (F); Voice of a King (F)]
[Common Genes: (20) Strength (F); (20) Constitution (F); (20) Dexterity (F); (20) Speed (F); (20) Intelligence (F); (20) Wisdom (F); (20) Will (F)]
[Bronze Genes: Enchanted Scribe (F); (40) Strength (F); (40) Constitution (F); (40) Dexterity (F); (40) Speed (F); (40) Intelligence (F); (40) Wisdom (F); (40) Charisma (F); (40) Will (F)]
[Silver Genes: Aetherflow (F)]
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[Gene Talents: Blade Aura (Unranked); Sudden Burst (F); Tail Whip (F-) Aetherflow (FF+)]
[Elevated Gene Talents: Arcane Storm (F-)]
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The world blurred around Sylas and when his vision cleared, one would have thought that he had stepped right into a world of dreams and fantasy.
Nothing felt very real at all. The leaves of the trees before him were colored as though it was fall in some regions, but then carried wild hues like pinks and greens that seemed far too vibrant to be natural.
The ground felt as soft as clouds, almost like he would sink in several feet if he wasn't careful. And yet, he was contradictorily on solid footing.
He shifted from side to side and it was like he was wearing soft, pliable shoes instead of walking on what should have maybe been an uncomfortable ground.
Up ahead, Sylas could just barely see a waterfall of pink, flowing waters, a misty pinkness wafting in the air as it sprayed in all directions.
High above, the skies hung with a bright purple hue, and the clouds were awashed in a sky blue, pulsing from time to time with a rainbow of colors that seemed to be almost like lightning, and yet lacking the booming cadence of thunder to follow it.
Sylas took all of this in with a single breath. And then, his Beast Totem appeared to his back.
A pair of pulsing golden slit eyes caused the space around them to tremble. The weight of a Beast Totem leveled to over 40 was beyond Sylas' expectations. If he tried to use <Psychedelic Punch> now, maybe even his current body would be entirely unable to withstand it.
If the Skill could withstand such a presence to begin with, which certainly wasn't guaranteed.
The fact the fist Skill had lasted for so long to begin with could be considered a small miracle.
Sylas had seen a potential Skill to replace it back in the Rune Tower, but he had chosen against it…
All for this moment right here and now.
Beacon.
The ground trembled and the call of slithering monarchs filled the skies. Hisses, roars, the booming cadence of Serpentes that heeded the call of their King.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
It took no more than a second for the first to appear.
It blasted through a tree as though not even noticing it there, a silky bed of ruby red scales coating its body.
It was tiny, maybe only a finger length. And yet, there was a reason it had gotten here first.
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[Ruby Finger Serpent (???)]
[Level: 47]
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Even without being able to see its stats, Sylas knew that if not for his Profession, even with his new Gold Class, if he wasn't careful this little thing could rip through his throat before he was even aware.
While it was tiny, its Speed was mind-numbing. If Sylas was correct, it should be over 10 000, the first five-digit stat he had ever laid eyes on.
Unfortunately, it was just an avatar. Sylas wouldn't be able to contract it. Otherwise, he wouldn't even hesitate.
He raised a hand and the Ruby Finger Serpent landed on his palm, licking him obediently.
Sylas' lips parted and fluent Ancient Ithkuil left his lips.
"Bring me to the weakest E-Grade Glassinox here."
The Ruby Finger Serpent blinked, then trembled slightly in fear, but as though Sylas' gaze overwhelmed it, it re-focused itself.
Then, with a nod, its body shook again, a red glow enveloping Sylas.
SHUUUU!
The duo shot off into the distance.
With Beacon still active, the Serpentes changed direction in real time, following after Sylas like a true hoard of beasts.
Beasts of other lineages split away, running. There was no way that they could face off against this hoard.
Sylas found himself moving faster than he ever had in his life.
This was the unique ability of the Ruby Finger Lineage. Not only were they exceptionally fast themselves, but they had the ability to share their speed given the right circumstances.
They were excellent Familiars to have, not that they were true Familiars.
But, expectedly, they were extraordinarily powerful creatures. They were among the strongest of Bronze Serpentes.
Soon, Sylas saw it.
The Ruby Finger descendant came to a grinding halt, lurching slightly.
The beast ahead was large and looming, tightly winding itself into a comfortable spiral as it rested in the depths of a golden lake.
Its scales were a blinding golden color, so much so that it would have been easy to miss it amidst all the water had it not had a pair of jet black horns that stood out like a sore thumb.
From head to toe, it couldn't have been any less than 200 meters long, and every time it took a breath, the trees in the surroundings bent and twisted, more lightning sparking in the skies above.
It was only then that Sylas realized that the lightning he had seen in the skies above all this time weren't just a trick of the light after all.
From the very start…
It was because of this behemoth of a creature.
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[Glassinox (???)]
[Level: 51]
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Sylas stared at it, his battle intent slowly climbing as the number of Serpentes in the region steadily grew larger and larger.
However, their reactions were little different from the Ruby Finger.
They feared the Glassinox no less than they feared Sylas himself.
Sylas would have felt this pressure too… had it not been for the fact his Beast Totem made him immune.
It was then he did something that seemed utterly foolish.
He turned it off.
The pressure crashed into him in a sickening wave that nearly shattered his bones to pieces.
All the while, the Glassinox never opened its eyes.
Slowly, Sylas nodded.
His Will bloomed, blackened scales coating his body from head to toe.
A savage aura rushed out of him in a tidal wave.
Finally…
The Glassinox stirred awake.