Amon, The Legendary Overlord
chapter-252

"Amon, I haven't asked yet." Mabel turned her attention back to him, realizing that he had finished dismantling the beast. "How many lightning genes were you able to fill in to create your second Genetic Factor, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Of course I don't mind," Amon replied. He shifted his gaze from the remains of the beast and looked at her. "I managed to fill in 116 lightning genes to create my second Genetic Factor."

The ensuing silence could only be described as astonishment. All of the girls were left speechless and incredulous. After all, the first time he surpassed and reached the staggering number of 109 filled genes had already been a remarkable achievement.

Reaching level 100 was something that only a few geniuses could accomplish. Each level beyond 100 is extremely challenging, to the point of being prestigious. Mabel was an example of this. She filled in 103 genes to create her Genetic Factor, which was considered a notable feat.

The revelation of how much Amon had done left everyone dumbfounded. It defied all expectations. At most, they had imagined that he would reach level 109 again, or maybe 110, which would already be quite generous to think so. However, going against all expectations, Amon surpassed all projections and reached the incredible level of 116 in creating his second Genetic Factor! How could they not be surprised by that?

The girls seemed to struggle to hide their astonishment.

Seeing the state of surprise they were in, and the silence that lingered for too long, Amon decided to change topic. "Should we continue exploring? It's not safe to remain still for too long without taking precautions."

It was a solid argument. Although they were still amazed, they began to follow Amon's lead as he began to set out.

Eventually, Mabel recovered, smoothing out the creases in her white coat, perhaps in an attempt to invigorate her spirit after feeling somewhat inferior compared to Amon. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that Amon was an exception to the norm and that not everyone could be like him.

Even though she focused more on the core research of elemental genetic runes, Mabel was also a genius and took pride in that position. Hearing what Amon had initially said seemed to have hurt her pride a little, considering the colossal difference between each level, as mentioned before.

Approaching until she was by his side, Mabel observed Amon's profile. She reflected on something that only she knew and asked, "Amon, how powerful do you believe you are now?"

Although she had witnessed his battle against the feline beast, she had a feeling that he hadn't given his all. The fact that he hadn't used genetic spells was already an indication of that. However, now she even started to question if even when using only basic attacks without genetic spells he was still holding back. It was indeed a valid perception, especially considering everything that had transpired and the fact that Amon was able to reach such a high level twice in creating his two Genetic Factors.

At this point, Ariel and the other girls also recovered from their initial shock. At some point, Barbara was the first to approach Amon, positioning herself on his right side and grabbing his arm with a radiant smile. She seemed about to say something, but, upon hearing Mabel's question, chose to remain silent. Barbara demonstrated silent wisdom, deciding that this was not the moment for interruptions. She valued the space for deep reflections and knew that Mabel's question was significant.

Maisa and Julia seemed to want to get closer to Amon, even vying against one another for his left arm. However, Mabel was already close to him on the left side, so the twins understood that it would be impolite to invade that space and managed to restrain themselves.

Amon glanced at Mabel while allowing Barbara to continue holding onto his arm. He seemed to understand the source of Mabel's doubt. If he could put himself in her shoes, he would probably arrive at the same conclusion, considering that he didn't seem to have used all his power in the previous battle against the feline beast.

Then, Amon replied, "Honestly? I'm not sure. I'm possibly at the peak of Level 3 Innate. But without proper testing, it's hard to say."

Mabel looked at him, feeling that Amon was being honest. It didn't seem like he had a reason to hide his true strength since being stronger would only ensure a safer and smoother journey for all of them.

However, the revelation that his strength possibly reached the peak of Level 3 Innate was already a significant achievement. It's worth noting that he had recently advanced to Level 2 Innate. He wasn't exactly a seasoned veteran at the peak of Level 2 Innate, so... Mabel still showed surprise, although it was understandable, given that Amon's brilliance was something difficult for even her to comprehend.

It was Barbara who asked the next question. "The change in the shape of your pupils, that's the result of a spell, right?"

Amon looked at her and confirmed with a nod, "Yes, it's a spell integrated into my genetic factor."

When asked about the functioning and specifics of the spell, Amon didn't go into detail but shared what the ocular spell was capable of. After all, as members of the same team, it was important for them to be aware of each other's abilities to ensure effective cooperation in times of need.

Nearly an hour had passed since they resumed their journey. So far, they had only encountered small animals and a few rare herbs, which Mabel promptly detected and harvested.

As they continued, they took the opportunity to discuss more about Amon and Mabel's spells. This conversation allowed them to devise more efficient strategies in case they encountered a group of beasts or confronted a creature of great power.

The silence of the forest was shattered by a deafening roar that echoed through the trees, freezing the group in their tracks. All eyes fixed on the direction of the sound, their faces expressing a mix of surprise and apprehension.

"Get ready!" Amon shouted out in a state of alertness.

From among the trees an impressive creature emerged. It was a beast, unlike anything they had ever seen before, resembling more of a mythical spectacle than a common animal. The inhabitants of this planet called it the Talramoth Beast, in homage to the unknown realm from which they imagined it could have come.

The Talramoth Beast stood three meters tall, its body covered in shimmering scales of deep blue that shifted their sheen between green and silver as the sunlight reflected upon them. Its muscles were so voluminous and well-defined that they seemed carved from stone, every movement exuding an undeniable strength. It had four sturdy legs that ended in claws as black as night, strong enough to tear through steel.

Its head was a mix of a beast and a dragon, with eyes of a luminous yellow that seemed to carry the very sun within them. Its spiraled horns radiated a silvery glow that starkly contrasted with the dark blue of its scales. The Talramoth Beast exuded an air of majesty and power, a creature worthy of both admiration and fear.