Chapter 911 Stay There [Top Five in Golden Tickets Bonus]
Sylas watched in silence from above.
There was something particularly violent about Cassarae's style of combat. It didn't seem to have any skill involved at all.
A perpetual glow of blue hung around her, billowing like evaporating sweat. Every time she swung her sword, scythes of energy would spread out.
If there was anything that was particularly impressive, it was her stamina and recovery. Often, she just needed a breath or two before she was back at it, ready to go for another several hours.
It left Sylas wondering, though… why didn't this Class have many skills? And why did it remind him so much of something he felt tinkering around inside of him?
There was one more enormous change to his stat screen that Sylas seemed to have overlooked. But the reality was that he didn't know what to make of it.
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[Comprehensions: … Mixed Demonic Arts (???]
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His Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension had mutated all on its own and didn't feel nearly the same as it had in the past. But, that difference of feel reminded him of what he was seeing from Cassarae right now.
And then… he thought about her poor Luck stat and how her Class Quest had felt the need to reward her with something so valuable from the very start as though it felt that without it, she stood no chance of surviving.
Honestly speaking, without Sylas, as hard as Cassarae worked, she would have died long ago after she lost her necklace. There was no denying that.
The challenges she had faced, while constrained to the limits of her City Stele, were far too much.
It could be said that he was her Luck.
But what he really wanted to understand was why her Luck would be so poor in the first place. Unless… much like the Demons, the system really didn't like Cassarae's Path.
…
Cassarae unleashed a roar, her foot stomping on the ground. A blue aura shattered the ground around her, a sea of crumbling rock spreading out ahead of her.
The footing of the soldiers rushing toward her was thrown off as she drew her sword across the air, a violent blue scythe ripping them all in two.
All she knew was how to hack and slice, her mind going blank as she fell into a sea of blood.
Her Will burned and churned.
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'She's using her Will directly to fuel her stamina… how fascinating…'
Sylas had already felt the [Berserk] Skill in his arsenal before, and he could see that some of the Runes Cassarae was relying on were very similar, though different in actual function.
This wasn't a Skill, though. Even that stomp just now was pure strength, and honestly, quite a waste of it because of how much Aether it took.
But that wasn't entirely the point.
She was… Wild.
Wild in a way that was very similar to the free-flowing nature of the Great Apes… yet also different.
'Madness?'
Sylas' gaze flickered.
Why did he keep finding strands of it around here. Could this be the real reason the Slithering Madness Dungeon had appeared?
What Sylas didn't know was that he had the order in reverse… all seven Paths of Madness had once been on Earth before most chose to retreat.
Their lingering effects still remained and manifested in their own various ways.
Sylas' gaze sharpened.
A group rushed out of the Coalition House.
'E-Grades finally showed up, it seems…'
Sylas didn't even find himself feeling much of anything from them anymore. Well, he didn't originally because of Grade Slayer. But now, it was even more of a joke.
Should he slaughter all the E-Grades of Earth?
No… maybe they could actually have some use to them. Even though E-Grades wouldn't be able to interfere in the coming battle, that didn't mean they wouldn't have use.
But they also weren't individuals that Sylas cared to save if they stood in his way either. After all, they were no longer members of the Overlord Race. Their chances to advance were near minimal, and compared to the wider universe, or even just Skai Galaxy alone…
What was a Level 51 worth?
Nothing at all.
'I guess we'll find out right now…' Sylas thought. 'Fuse.'
He wanted to see how his body would react to fusing with a Serpentes while it had such a strong aura from a completely different creature.
But the answer was that there was no difference at all.
Or, rather… the difference was only in that he was more powerful now than ever before.
Black scales erupted across his body, his eyes becoming golden slits.
Somehow, he had to find a way to allow Cassarae the chance to have the final blow on an E-Grade. If he wanted to do that, he couldn't just be a little stronger…
He had to be overwhelming.
And that was exactly what he would be.
A shimmering Crown appeared above his head and a pair of golden slit eyes wavered into existence behind him.
His body was on a completely different level now, and so was his control. Who could stop him if he fused with the Basilisk King and increased its stats by an additional 100%?
Sylas didn't expect that the President of Terranova would be an Ancestor of a previous era. But when he lifted his finger, his claw extending, it didn't even seem to register to him that he was facing an E-Grade.
He saw an ant to crush.
His hand lifted up and he struck down with his finger.
Aetherflow activated, a beam of green light of pulsing telekinetic power ripping through everything.
President Gardner couldn't even react before a hole was torn through his knee. His defenses, his Aether, the boosts to stats his treasures granted him, were entirely worthless.
Sylas expanded his palm, tilting his wrist up and then slapping it down.
A palm manifested, slamming the president into the ground.
A human-shaped hole appeared in the granite, burying him deep and fracturing almost all the bones in his body.
"Stay there for now." Sylas' voice commanded.
And then, he turned his attention to the others around the president.
His outstretched palm relaxed as though he was about to settle his hands onto the keys of a piano.
Then he flicked his wrist.
CHI. CHI. CHI. CHI. CHI.
The men and women froze…
And then slowly split in two.