Chapter 104 Black

Chapter 104 Black

One's purpose in life was to ensure that your core Genes were passed on to the next generation.",

And during this moment of evolution, Sylas felt that feeling more intimately than he ever had in his life, and for a brief moment, he almost felt like he couldn't control those thoughts at all.

Luckily, it only seemed to last for a short while, and though there was still a slight burn in his lower belly, he felt that that too would go away quite soon. Especially since there would be nothing but battle left for him quite soon. CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

---

[Name: Sylas Grimblade]

[Species: Human (F)]

[Affiliation: Grimblade Lineage]

[Level: 0]

[Titles: A Flexible Will; Skill Savant (FFF+); Madness Conqueror (FF-); Common Arts Enthusiast (F-); A Patient Stalker (F-)]

---

[Physical: 77]

>[Strength: 89]

>[Constitution: 71]

>[Dexterity: 78]

>[Speed: 68]

[Mental: 73]

>[Intelligence: 45]

>[Wisdom: 31]

>[Charisma: 142]

[Will: 116]

[Luck: 1]

---

[Skills: Madness Control (FF+); Basic Scouting (F-); Maddened Enlightenment (FF+)]

[Comprehensions: Madness (FFF)]

Sylas had learned already that when one was in a State of Wealth and had more Genes than Stats, it was possible to improve your stats through training alone.

He had yet to see such a thing happen, but he had also only spent a short time around here.

Right now, his Stat Limit might only be 100, but he could gather 20 Common Genes of a type and one Bronze Gene as well. 20 Common Genes was already the equivalent of 400 total stats. It likely wasn't possible to unlock them all through training alone, at least not without decades, or maybe even more without things in this world seemed to work.

But, much like weight training, there should at least be a "newbie gains" period that he could take advantage of.

'If those techniques exist, then if I use that bronze nexus voucher I received as a reward for the quest, maybe I can find one in there...?'

Sylas made a decision. At this point, his priority should be his Intelligence. Even if he could control dozens of daggers, would his Aether be able to keep up with them all if his Intelligence was too low?

He took out the Spitting Cobra corpse and pressed a hand to it.

---

[Spitting Cobra]

[Gene Detected]

[Common Gene: (6) Intelligence (F)]

[Attempt Assimilation?]

[Yes][No]

---

[Gene Assimilation Starting...]

[Gene Assimilation Triggered]

---

[Genes Successfully Assimilated]

[Common Gene: (4) Intelligence (F)]

---

[Genes Failed Assimilation]

[Common Gene: (2) Intelligence (F)]

---

Sylas shook and quakes. A BANG! echoing through his mind as he felt like his brain was being ripped apart. The world swirled around him, and as strongly as he tried to fight back against the urge, knowing he had to protect himself in the world, he just couldn't hold on. All the Will in the world felt useless, and he felt his body shut down.

His vision with black, blood spurting from his nose as he fell once again.