Sylas had forgotten.
There was a price to pay when you poured all of your focus onto one task, not letting anything else distract you. On the one hand, it had made his speed so much faster. On the other… he had forgotten his greatest flaw.
It didn't matter how powerful his Rune Mastery was, nor did it matter how great and amazing he turned out to be. His starting position would always be the factor that held him back the most.
Maybe there was a fantasy land he could live in where he mastered all of the Beast Emperor Armors and claimed a Legendary Gene from each one of them, crafting himself into the perfect specimen.
But right now, Sylas' body probably couldn't even withstand a Gold Gene—not that he had ever had the chance to try—let alone multiple Legendary ones.
It was like the world was reminding him that he was still at the bottom of the barrel, that it didn't matter how highly he thought of himself, it would remind him of where his place truly was.
