Genetic Ascension-Chapter 1276: Buddy ’Ol Pal

"TIERE!"

The screams of the C-tier reverberated, but Sylas didn’t even look up. He knew that Old Brama would handle it. Instead, he was silently collecting something, while his thoughts roamed.

Powerful.

This woman was surely that.

He seemed to use his Rune Mastery less in this battle than he would otherwise, but that was because he had a much harder time finding space and the timing to do so—as ironic as that was.

It almost felt like a spar between masters; he could see Tiere’s counters coming before they did, his Luck alerting him to them and forcing him to pivot.

In the end, he had to use this far more scheming-like approach to end the battle quickly. Otherwise, it would have gone on for quite a while and more variables would crop up.

And most importantly of all... this was an F-tier existence, not an E-tier like he had grown quite used to slaughtering.

Of course, Tiere was already a Level 50 and already in the process of building her F-Grade Foundation, something that Sylas had yet to begin. Due to that, while they were both Level 50, Tiere was still technically leagues beyond him in terms of raw foundation, especially since she was a mutated member of a C-Grade Race.

But even so, it was a wake-up call.

If others knew that Sylas considered a battle he ended within a few minutes to be a wake-up call, it would be a wonder what they would think. But much the same as he always said... Sylas measured his achievements by himself alone. He didn’t care very much to compare to others.

He had too many advantages to be struggling against a character like Tiere. He still had a lot to learn.

Luckily, he could feel that his system wasn’t too far away from finally finishing its integration. Something seemed to have sped it up.

At first, he thought he would have to wait until Earth had fully integrated, but it seemed he wouldn’t have to.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sylas cast a glance up before he went to help Jala and Alex to their feet. They looked like they had been through a world war of their own just trying to survive.

"Was she an E-tier too?" Jala asked almost a bit too softly, as though he already knew the answer.

"No."

Jala sighed.

Although Sylas had dispatched her easily, he could see that he had "struggled" with her more than many of the E-tiers Jala had seen him fight. The world was far larger than he knew.

BANG!

A pair of bodies fell from the air in a heavy, pile-driving motion, a pair of jet-fueled engines attached to their bodies as though helping them to fly, when in reality, they were doing anything but.

They smashed against the hull of the starship and all of the bones in their bodies were crumbled to ash, their inner organs turning to mush.

The rage and fury in the eyes of the two C-tiers could only fade along with their wills.

The jet engines attached to their bodies unwrapped their metallic tentacles and rushed back up to Old Brama, vanishing into his robes as he brushed down his robes and slicked back his sparse white hair.

"Still got it."

Jala, in a bit of a foul mood, almost made a snappy retort. But then he realized it wasn’t Alex, but an old monster at the C-tier, and he immediately bit his tongue.

’Oh god, there are two of them now.’ He suddenly wanted to shed real tears.

Old Brama landed on the ground and gave Sylas a look, his eyes flickering toward the two corpses... or, rather, the remains of them.

Sylas had left his opponents in an even worse state than Old Brama had left his own. But it made one thing quite obvious.

The kid was powerful.

"Are you sure?" Old Brama asked.

"Yes."

"Alright."

"Hey, old man, what do you say to teaching me about those cool gadgets, huh? How about it?" Alex grinned.

Old Brama looked over and then directly ignored him.

"Wait, wait. There’s no need to be so stubborn. We can negotiate. Listen, I know this Sylas character, you might want to take him under your wings but he’ll just end up adding your precious legacy like a cog in his wheel before moving on to the next thing. I’m the only one who will truly cherish your things."

Alex’s eyes sparkled and Jala felt another wave of disgust coming over him. He really didn’t know if Alex, with all this intelligence, knew the word *shame* at all.

Old Brama’s head tilted, looking back at Alex with a slight hint of amusement.

"You want me to teach a tailor my path? You must want to make me a laughingstock."

"Hey! I’m actually pretty sure my Profession would synergize quite well with your mech path."

"Oh?" Old Brama’s eyes flashed. He didn’t need Alex to tell him that; he had already seen it. What he really wanted to know was whether Alex could see that—and clearly, he had.

In fact, from Alex’s tone, he had probably noticed quite a while ago.

A shame. Old Brama was hoping that Alex wouldn’t have noticed so it would be even easier to say no. There was no point in teaching an idiot his path.

But even if Alex wasn’t as much of an idiot as he pretended to be, Old Brama neither had the time nor patience. It wasn’t just about being lazy either—the weight he held on his shoulders as the most powerful of what remained of the Gold Lineage couldn’t be so easily forgotten.

The only reason he offered to teach Sylas was because he didn’t have much of a choice under the contract, and in order to save his granddaughter.

If Sylas wanted to learn, fine. But he wouldn’t set aside time for someone he had no relationship with.

Old Brama had only just had the thought before Alex shamelessly rushed up to Sylas.

"Hey, Syl, buddy ’ol pal. The old man won’t teach me, but he’ll teach you. How about you ask a few questions here and there and let me eavesdrop?"

Alex’s eyes twinkled.