Chapter 705: Myself

Chapter 705: Myself



It wasn't even worth making the attempt. Even if he was lucky enough that everyone was stalled for that long, would he even be able to fight at the end of those seven hours?

Sylas didn't even bother to try and observe the Runes. What a joke. The standards of Rune Mastery were based on what the system was capable of drawing. How was he supposed to manipulate the perfect Runes of a barrier formed by the system?

There was no shortcut here.

The feelings that Sylas had pressed down began to bubble up again. He had run into a wall again.

Sylas closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

Professor Fembroise pressed a hand against her chest, having her own small panic attack before she realized that she was safe for the moment.

And then she felt a swelling of anger. Sylas didn't even care about their previous relationship, directly attacking to kill her. He was just like everyone else in this world, only out for his own interests.

She grit her teeth. Her mouth opened as though she was about to say something, but that was when Sylas seemed to look right at her for the first time.

Her heart froze over.

There was something particularly dark about Sylas' gaze right now. It carried emotion he didn't usually have, a struggle deep within, but more importantly, a deep disgust with who she was.

If not for her, he wouldn't be in this situation. If she tempered her selfishness, if she picked a different path, if he didn't have to kill her.

Sylas slammed his eyes shut once again.

Those thoughts... they were unlike him.

He wasn't the type of person to blame others even when they wronged him. He preferred to take control of the situation himself. The basic assumption he made about the world was that everyone was out for themselves.

Even when he thought about Lucius, he felt that he had to kill the man eventually, but he didn't feel the same anger and rage someone who had had an attempt on their life should have.

Sylas exhaled and felt that clarity become a sharp focus once again. His eyes began to dart around the region, looking for a way out of this situation.

Thoughts flashed by Sylas' mind one after another, his speed of jumping from idea to idea seemingly surpassing what his Wisdom should be capable of.

This odd rollercoaster that his mind was on still inexplicable to him, but he knew that he couldn't spare the thought to figure it out... especially not when an idea suddenly came to mind.

Sylas took a step forward and pressed a palm against the egg-shaped barrier once again. His eyes glazed over, entering an unprecedented state of focus, one so deep that even the Beast Totem could no longer sustain itself.

The Basilisk King stood in a protective posture, ready for an enemy to appear. When

suddenly...

CRACK.

The barrier that hadn't even shuddered under their earlier barrage of attacks suddenly had a

huge fissure run through it.

In a single bound, it lost over a million Defense.

A billowing black fog came from Sylas' hand.

'It worked.'

CRACK.

The barrier lost another over million Defense, and then another.

The Runes of the system were practically infallible. But what Sylas had noticed during his excursion to the Demonic World Gate was that... the system really hated Demonic Runes.

CRACK.