Sylas stared at the screen for a long while, so much so that he didn't even read the answer he had paid for immediately.
Gold? He didn't even have a consistent supply of Silver Genes? Where the hell was he going to get Gold Genes? Even if he could find a place to gather such Genes, how was he going to defeat the existences that had them?
Not only would the difficulty of opponents skyrocket off of Earth, but the beasts or people that would have Gold Genes would have foundations that were unfathomable to the current Sylas.
What was somehow even worse than all of this was that he needed 10 of them every week. He would be lucky to even battle and survive an existence with just one Gold Gene. How was he supposed to do that ten times over?
He didn't even consider fighting someone with more than one Gold Gene—or god forbid ten of them—to get it all out of the way in one go. That would be worse than a death sentence. He might as well put his head on a platter at that point.
