Sylas sat with his thoughts for a while, his expression calm.
He had thought of the fact that this was a Linked Dungeon the moment he sensed the spatial fluctuations in the tunnel. This must be part of the reason this secret realm of the Golden Grove was impossible to survive.
There was no telling which realm Megean had ended up in, what path she was taking down, or if she’d even survive.
Was the path down the same no matter what? Would you always end up in the hornet’s nest?
There was so little information about this place even in the UniForge. The reason for that was plain and obvious to Sylas now.
How could they document the fact they had a literal Demon World at the core of their guild? That would probably get them ostracized by the world.
But what was odd was that they would still allow some of their own to enter nonetheless, rather than locking this place up and throwing away the key. There was certainly a reason for that as well.
’Those Races... they call themselves the Gold Lineage or something of the sort. They seem to take a lot of pride in that, even though their records don’t explain what exactly this so-called "Gold Lineage" is.
’But, that Thryskai that came by was no normal Thryskai. It should have been a Demi-God. Why would a Demi-God be interested in a guild like this one that wasn’t even amongst the top ten powers of this entire Sector?’
Sylas’ scope of the world was far more well-structured now. He had a better understanding of hierarchy, and something like this that would have gone over his head before was much clearer.
But that made him all the more curious about all of this. After all, he had the Thryskai to thank for the fact he was a D-Grade Human Simioid now.
’The old man is desperate, but he’s also too calculating to be at the end of his rope. He definitely feels that there’s a chance his granddaughter has survived, enough of a chance that he’s not willing to throw caution to the wind and inform me of everything he knows either.’
There was something else that Sylas had noticed, but he hadn’t said anything.
The old man shuttled Sylas and the others to the entrance of this place so fast that he highly doubted that the other C-tiers even knew that this was happening.
The only reason Sylas hadn’t said anything was because he wanted it this way too. This time, he truly didn’t want to be watched. There was too much on him.
And just like the old man had thought, Sylas would have his ways of knowing.
He wouldn’t dare to watch, because he would know that that would mean that Sylas would never save his granddaughter. And because of that, he would also put his life on the line to make sure that no one else would be watching either.
’In that case, if this is just a Linked Dungeon... I’ll just have to clear all the way through.’
Sylas had yet to truly understand the true extent of his new abilities just yet. Part of that was because he still couldn’t see his stats because the system was so slow in integrating, but another reason was that everything was still too fresh and new.
While these few focused on their training and tried to keep up, he would just take the vanguard and use this as valuable training.
He would just stretch his legs a bit.
Sylas suddenly punched out.
A shadow that had been sneaking up in the darkness was shattered to pieces, unable to even lift a head.
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