Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2228

Sylas' eyes narrowed. He could feel something scanning him, but it wasn't quite moving with the shape and precision it should, almost like these guards hadn't been properly maintained in so very long.

This left Sylas feeling even more odd.

He had come here for some of the most comprehensive guidance and information he had ever received. But everywhere he went, he just found things in foolish disrepair. Depending on the situation, either one of those descriptors could be applied alone as well.

Especially the foolish part.

It wasn't obvious on first sight, but to Sylas it might as well have been a glaring reality.

The guards finished their scan and stepped aside with hard, fast steps. The large doors behind them slowly swung open.

"HEY!"

One of the Rune Masters loitering around immediately looked toward the gates. Sylas and his grandfather were already stepping inside, but there was a sudden mad rush of Rune Masters who charged for the tower.

"Let me in!" the man roared at Sylas. "You're taking someone in with you! Take me instead! I can reward you!"

When he realized Sylas was actually ignoring him, the man's temper immediately flared. Whatever fuse he did have to work with must have been short, because it couldn't have been more than a second later that he went from pleading to furious.

The doors slammed shut.

BOOM.

The man slammed into the crossed spears of the twin guards, rebounding away so fast he tumbled into the surging crowd. They were all knocked away like a bunch of bowling pins in an alley, a swath of falling dominoes for as far as the eye could see.

They had certainly reacted quickly, but not quickly enough, it would seem.

Sylas gazed back, his eyes sparking in a sort of subtle contemplation. The Rune Masters out there weren't exactly terrible.

The man who had shouted the most clamorously was definitely an A-tier, and he was wearing robes that suggested he had stepped into Rune Creation of the F-tier.

Yet, he was stuck outside the rotating tower of gears as well. Why was that?

Sylas looked up and it felt like he was looking at the internal mechanisms of a watch again.

There were glass floors beneath him and glass floors above him. But each one of these glass floors encased complex mechanisms of rotating gears within themselves.

But no one else who entered quite made sense either.

The old man wanted to dismiss Sylas outright as well. He was too weak to have gotten his hands on something like that. But… Now he wasn't so sure.

"The sticklers for rules call me Fathomless Creator Shah, but you may simply call me Old Man Shah if you would like," he continued with a smile. "Our records say that this is your first time in the Creation Tower, so I will give you a little spiel first.

"All the knowledge of Rune Mastery ever formed, created, or manifested on the Mortal and Demi-God Planes are in this tower and readily accessible to you should you be able to claim it for yourselves.

"However, in order to do this, you must first pass the Creation Exam. This exam comes in many tiers, and I would hope that you would take it as seriously as possible.

"This is because your performance on the exam will dictate how much honor and how much time the Creation Tower can allocate to you. Even if you reach the standard of Creator, if your standard is too poor, maybe the Creation Tower may never allow you to enter again lest you receive an invitation from another.

"Now, knowing this information, are there any questions you would like to ask? Or would you like to delay your exam until you feel you are more prepared?"

"What do you think, grandfather? Do you want to wait or do you want to take the exam now?" Sylas asked Magnus.

Old Man Shah's eyes narrowed. Grandfather?