Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1673 Second Founders

The Rizen checked several times to make certain that he wasn’t wrong. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to have such a reading.

He wasn’t a fool. He knew a Spark Master when he saw one, and Sylas was certainly a Spark Master.

While there might have been a certain advantage to starting with a more mature and enlightened mindset than a child would otherwise have, a time of 1 year and 7 months was still absolutely ridiculous.

But more than that, how could one possibly grow old without stumbling into Rune Mastery at an early age?

There was a reason most said that true Rune Mastery only started at Rune Breath. So long as you spent enough time interacting with the world and the system, unlocking Rune Sight was practically a given. Depending on how long one had spent in a Tier, most would eventually unlock Rune Sight at their given strength level.

Wait… Sylas was so old and yet still an F-tier. Could it be…

The realization hit the Rizen in waves.

A first-generation Summoned.

The answer couldn’t have been more clear. Why else would the old Ancestor of the Analei be interested in him? So what if she spoke of killing him? Did someone like her care to stomp on an ant by the road? She wouldn’t go out of her way to do such a thing unless she actually cared even a small bit about Sylas.

And that alone spoke volumes beyond comparison.

Slowly, Malikhi raised his head up, his eyes sharpening. Until now, he hadn’t paid a single hint of attention at all, his expression entirely unlike what it should have been for a four- or five-year-old boy.

But right this moment, he seemed to have come alive, his eyes glowing with an emerald not too dissimilar from Sylas’ own.

What these people didn’t know was that Sylas hadn’t just become a Spark Master. In fact, had he been like these children and taken this test right after he had, the timer wouldn’t even read a single year. In fact, it might not even be six months.

That time frame was murky to Sylas because of all the time dilation he experienced. But Earth had taken two or three years to reach this point. He, however, had only experienced a small fraction of that time.

Most of the year and seven-month time period that formed the basis of this reading was entirely a result of the time he had spent since leaving Earth.

He had spent more time away from Earth than the time he had taken to successfully take Earth past the point of the Summoning.

He was no Spark Master.

He was a Perfect Spark Master.

Sitting in a room only she could access, Ancestor Analei’s eyes suddenly began to glow.

No…

They had been glowing for a while.

Others couldn’t seem to see it, but she knew that what Sylas had been doing just now wasn’t simple. He was trying to comprehend something, and though he hadn’t taken it to the extreme, he had most definitely grasped something.

Whether he would be able to execute it, only time would tell. But what was clear enough was that he had certainly come to understand something. With Sylas’ character, he wouldn’t care to stop until he had.

It seemed that he was going to get every bit of real estate out of her name.

‘What a prideful little shit.’

Sylas didn’t make it obvious, but she could feel it. He was unhappy with her, and this sort of unhappiness was certainly not something that she could wave away with a hand.

But what fascinated her all the more was that age.

Unlike the others, she could work backwards.

In the history of their Weaver Guild, there were only eight individuals who had ever taken less than a year, and seven of them were the Second Founders of their seven Clans.

She didn’t know the true time it took Sylas to become a Spark Master because he had already been one when she sensed him. But what she knew for a fact was that they first established contact… far more than just seven months ago.

The glow in her eyes was little more than a reflection of her shock.

A first-generation Summoned… a human, no less…

With a Seed Age so low and a speed of Mastery so fast…

The Second Founders… they weren’t the True Founders of their Clans, but instead the ones that came after the True Founders. They were often called the First Descendants because they were the heirs that truly established the dominance of the Weaver Guild and their Clans’ alliance.

But that also meant something else.

They had guidance.

That was the crux of it all.

Every single child down there had the best mentors, the best resources, the best outcomes possible. Only the Thryskai could possibly have a better environment.

And yet, not a single one-not one—had been faster than this boy.

‘Is he faster than him?’

She suddenly really wanted to know. Was he faster than that person?

Spark Mastery in two months. Perfect Spark Master in two years and three months.

Maybe the first record was less important; it might as well be irrelevant to the second. Just eight months… could Sylas do the latter in just eight months?

Sylas didn’t react to the word of the Rizen General at all. In fact, he was still waiting-waiting for the next portion to begin.

He didn’t have a great deal of patience for all of this fanfare. He had been looking forward to a Rune Mastery challenge that actually intrigued him. If anything, he was disappointed that his Seed Age was so low. Wouldn’t the difficulty also be low by comparison?

It was like his thoughts didn’t recall the old woman had threatened to kill him for failure. He didn’t even consider failure in the first place.

Slowly regaining his composure, the General spoke.

“We will continue with the last of the probing tests before moving forward. The Seed Purity test will begin now.”

This test was actually less important than the first. It only existed to ensure that none of them had implanted the Seed of another. Not only was that a huge taboo, it came with great drawbacks. The Guild wouldn’t waste resources on such people.