The woman was the only one with such a fierce reaction, but this was telling. It meant that she was the only one with the senses to understand what it was that she was seeing, and it went to show the level of talent that she had.
"Your Luck is definitely higher than his," Sylas said off-handedly.
The woman was too shaken to speak. She clenched her jaw for no other reason than trying to stop her teeth from rattling, but Sylas had already directly ignored her, his thoughts growing sharper as he tapped into Progenitor Professional for the first time.
Taboo Bond increased to Level 46… And then Level 47…
Sylas could already feel the strain, his frown deepening. He had to make it, he wanted to reach that level; if he couldn't, he wouldn't see what he needed to see.
'More…'
Sylas coughed up a mouthful of blood, but leaning there, one wouldn't think that he had experienced it at all. His bodily state began to deteriorate.
Taboo Bond reached Level 48.
'More.'
His muscles were practically sapped from his body. At some point, he began to sweat, but it came out as streams of steam instead, his body temperature reaching a level where it could return to equilibrium with any sort of ease.
He pulled on his Will with all his might, his vision beginning to wane.
Doing something like this right in the middle of enemy territory seemed nothing short of insane. But Sylas seemed to have chosen to ignore everything around him, his focus peaking.
Taboo Bond reached Level 49.
He ran into a wall.
His bones became brittle, the knee he was leaning on collapsing beneath him as the ligaments that held it together snapped. He looked as though he had practically mummified himself.
But it was then, on the brink of death, as he gave it one more push.
Taboo Bond reached Level 50, and Sylas' Will collapsed…
For only a moment.
Palms of Fate activated.
There wasn't much of Earth left to give. Or, more accurately, there was nothing left at all.
However, he had to thank Legacy for so graciously pumping so much Aether into this region for no other reason than to bolster a formation that was worthless against him.
Mummified and all, Sylas seemed to come to life once again. Another finger pressed against the headless corpse.
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[Taboo Bond]
[Level: 50]
[Experience: NA/NA]
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[Path Talent: Extricate Lv50]
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[Extricate (Path Talent)]
[>Extricate Genes]
[>Extricate Gene Talents]
[>Extricate Blood Essence] Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire
[>Extricate Bone Essence]
[>Extricate Comprehensions]
[>Extricate Soul Constructs]
[>Extricate Will Manifestation]
[>Extricate Will Core]
[>Extricate Race Quintessence]
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[Bond (Path Talent)]
[>Bond Free Chaos]
[>Bond Potential]
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Sylas' Will was wavering, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hang on for long even with Palms of Fate activated. Earth was too weak right now, but he had also known… that he wouldn't have time to do it anywhere else.
He was sensitive to the movements of Free Chaos now, and he knew that the moment the man died, it had begun to dissipate. For whatever reason, Free Chaos was far more volatile. After a person's death, it had already begun to vanish.
But what was more interesting to Sylas was that… it had its favorites.
After the man died, he had felt the Free Chaos not just randomly distributing itself, but picking where to go. Even though he had killed the man, most of the Free Chaos seemed to have wanted to stream toward the petite woman beside him.
It was too bad that wouldn't work anymore.
Sylas grabbed onto something in the depths of the man's body and pulled hard. He wanted to take it all, but he knew he didn't have the strength to do so, so he took another path.
'Luck. Give me Luck. Give me all of it.'
Luck was the one stat without a Gene. There was no way for him to take it, no way for him to add it to himself. However…
Sylas had a trump card.
[System Rebel]
[You have shattered the norms of the system and stepped beyond the boundaries it is willing to tolerate. The system is watching you.]
[+100 Luck]
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This Title of his had once been System Breaker, giving him +100% Luck to all Luck he gained. Unfortunately, he had pissed the system off, causing it to regress drastically.
However, Sylas' memory was immaculate. He could remember exactly how it felt to have that Luck swirling around inside him. And most important of all, he could feel his System Rebel Title right now, a bundle of +100 Luck resting in the deepest depths of his…
Right where his Potential lay, hidden away, stored from the viewing of anything else or anyone else.
And it was that feeling he tapped into as he ripped the man's Potential out of him, combining it with his new Free Chaos and allowing it to ram into his body as he collapsed.
Sylas fell back, his body a heap of almost nothingness. He was a mass of skin and bone that could hardly be called a mass at all. Truthfully, his breathing was so shallow, and heartbeat so slow, that he looked more like a corpse than anything else.
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[Evolution Triggered]
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[Odd Inconsistency Detected]
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[Adjusting Stats accordingly]
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The numbers of Sylas' Luck stat began to wildly fluctuate, moving up, then down—advancing, then regressing.
However, as fast as the numbers were moving, Sylas could feel that it was converging. The margin for the lower and upper boundary were getting smaller and smaller.
But then it suddenly dipped beneath the lower boundary, then shot well above the upper.
Sylas coughed, his consciousness barely focused, his lips cracking beneath the strain.
"… Total… Merge…"
Sylas' consciousness was sucked away, and all of a sudden, his Luck jumped up to an entirely new boundary. The system glitched and didn't seem to understand what happened for a moment before it finally settled down.
The stat hopping came to a stop, and Sylas' focus collapsed along with it. The Basilisk King had appeared, looming over him. But now, their minds had separated.
He only barely saw the result and mumbled out some words before his mind went black.
"Gogo… Legacy… ours…"
The Basilisk King growled in understanding.
[Luck: 2133]