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[Name: Sylas Grimblade]
[Species: Human Simioid (F)]
[Affiliation: Grimblade Lineage]
[Class: Throne of Glassvolt Heir (Legendary)]
[Class: Junior Primate (Fragmented)]
[Profession: Vipermancer (FFF+)]
[Profession: Runeweaver (FFF+)]
[Level: 50]
[Open Profession Window?]
[Yes][No]
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[Yes]
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[Profession: Runeweaver (FFF+)]
[Level: 50]
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[Paths]
[Weaver: Lv 50]
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[Weaver]
[Level: 50]
[Experience: MAX/MAX]
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[Path Talent: Unravelling Pupils Lv50]
[Path Talent: Weaving Irises Lv50]
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[Unravelling Pupils (Path Talent)]
[>Unravel OR Personal Mastery F-Grade Runes]
[>Deconstruct OR Personal Mastery F-Grade Runes]
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[Weaving Irises (Path Talent)]
[>Weave OR Personal Mastery F-Grade Runes]
[>Combine OR Personal Mastery F-Grade Runes]
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Sylas felt a pulsing in his eyes, a thrumming of unconscionable power.
His Charisma inexplicably pooled forward. He could almost feel as though his gaze carried with it a mysterious strength now, the sort that hadn't been there before.
There were certain things about this world that Sylas had slowly begun to understand, but they all revolved around a relatively simple concept…
The system wasn't infallible.
At most, the system was a created thing formed by what must have been an extremely strong individual. But so long as said individual was fallible, so too would the system be.
At first, he thought it was just Will. But that was far from the case. The mere fact that Effectiveness existed as such an arbitrary measurement went to show that stats were far from the end-all, be-all.
How high your stats were paled in comparison to how well you could actually make use of them. And how well you could make use of them often depended on the foundation you had laid in your body.
This was one of the reasons Sylas had tried so hard to remain at Level 0 for as long as he could… until he couldn't anymore.
Right now, because of these changes to his eyes, he felt his Charisma more intimately than ever before, and he knew that it had somehow grown tens of times more powerful despite the fact the stat itself hadn't even changed.
What would the same stats look like on a member of an E-Grade Race? What about an E-Grade Race with eyes as powerful as his own? What of a D-Grade Race member? Higher?
The road was long and complicated. Such a simple truth actually carried so many secrets with it.
'Soul Mastery or Personal Mastery, hm?'
Most people would never need more than Soul Mastery. Sylas certainly wouldn't need it here, not when the best Rune Masters were just at Flesh Mastery at best. But the fact it also scaled to Personal Mastery was good.
Personal Mastery should mean that if his own Rune Mastery was higher than Soul Mastery, he would be able to force Unravelling Pupils and Weaving Irises to improve further.
However, the fact the list was so short even after reaching Level 50 made Sylas think that he was likely missing out on a large number of things by not having taken the full Inheritance.
But so long as he was safe… that was what was most important to him.
Plus… he had almost forgotten that he had a new Title by his side.
Who was to say that he couldn't improve Runeweaver to something even more powerful than the original all on his own with the help of Progenitor Professional?
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[System Reward Activated]
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A silver ticket fluttered down.
Sylas was a bit caught off guard by it all, but when he saw what it was, his pupils constricted into pinholes and his fingers almost trembled.
Almost.
The reason wasn't just because of what the ticket was, but also because it felt so… heavy. It didn't feel like he was just holding onto a piece of oddly flexible metal, capable of waving around like silk. It instead felt like he was upholding the hope of all of Earth.
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[Legendary City Stele Quest Ticket]
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Sylas' Luck was dormant, but every organ in his body seemed to twist and churn at the same time.
He couldn't even stand in front of a Silver City without feeling alarm bells to run. How was he going to trigger a Legendary City Stele Quest with any sort of confidence?
He had questioned the Madness Key a great deal about this, and from his understanding, City Stele Quests were unique in that they were gradeless. They scaled to the power of the challenger.
This was to say that if it was a Bronze City Stele Quest, it would be as difficult to clear as what the universe assumed Bronze Grade difficulty should be.
On a Summoned World, the difficulty was lowered. But after the Summoning… well, it could be said that the Grimblades would have stood no chance at all.
It also had to be remembered that the City of Glass wasn't a normal City Stele Quest either. It was a City already designed to be conquered by the people of Earth, so not only was its difficulty lowered by the Summoning, it was further lowered because of its completed state.
And yet Sylas didn't even dare to challenge it before.
He knew the moment he held this ticket that it was probably one of the, if not the most, valuable things in not just this galaxy… but the entire universe.
He also knew that this would probably be his one and only chance to ever challenge it as such a low difficulty. Once he lit Earth's Progenitor Flame and became Earth's Progenitor, they would cross the Summoning and no longer have such handicaps.
But… he also knew that doing this would be worse than suicide. There was simply no chance at all.
Until he reached the standard the universe deemed as Legendary, he could only bury and forget about this City Stele Ticket.
Sylas' grip on it tightened, pressing down so hard his fingers turned white. The density of Charisma in his eyes increased.
"One day."
He spoke with a calm conviction, not the slightest hint of trembling in his voice.
Then, he placed it into his Madness Key.
There was a rush of light around him as his Level up completed in earnest, his body adjusting to all the new changes.
'It's time.'