My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 803 Inevitable

A subtle hum resonated through the room, vibrating so profoundly it penetrated the very foundation beneath the ground. The atmosphere warped as waves emanated from his uplifted palm, spreading over the checkered floor and climbing the massive columns. In turn, ancient symbols ignited into view.

These glyphs materialized all around, bursting to life on the walls, columns, and even suspended in the atmosphere, constructing an immense barrier that only revealed itself because of him. Their designs differed from any I'd encountered previously. They bore no similarity to System mechanisms or contemporary rune arrays.

Theras's gaze intensified.

"What is this?" he inquired in a hushed tone.

Before he advanced any further, the dark squares under his boots shuddered fiercely.

Chains burst forth.

They shot up from the inky void abruptly, their shapes hardening as they ensnared his extended limb. One loop constricted around his wrist, then another encircled his lower arm, and a third gripped his bicep. Their actions were swift and unforgiving, securing him utterly before he could respond.

"What?" he exclaimed, real astonishment coloring his tone for the initial occasion.

The chains constricted further.

They yanked downward.

His limb was compelled back against his body.

The distortion in the atmosphere ceased right away. The symbols dimmed, dissolving as if they'd never been there. The chamber fell quiet once more.

Yet Theras remained agitated.

I sensed the fury building inside him. His stare fixed on me anew, a soft glow flickering under the scarlet tint, holding back a malice that was fresh. He stayed silent at first. He merely glared, his eyes fixed on mine with a fierce look that conveyed blame, scheming, and a profound undercurrent still emerging.

"So you hold every secret," he grumbled.

Before his last syllable fully escaped, he disappeared.

No shift occurred, no warp in space from his shift. He materialized right before me. His digit was already thrusting, aiming directly at my brow with deadly accuracy.

'Node 3 activate.'

My form reacted without delay. Power flooded every pathway, every sinew clenching as my bodily and neural limits surged dramatically. Reality decelerated thanks to the boost, my awareness broadening while my thoughts evaluated the approaching danger at heightened pace.

I unleashed a time wave.

It expanded from me in a deliberate surge, creating opposition to the flow of actions nearby. His digit froze mere inches from my brow, trapped in the warped time zone.

For a brief instant, his eyes expanded.

Then he sneered.

The time restraint broke apart. His advance picked up as if the delay hadn't happened, his digit pressing on with the same unyielding accuracy.

But I was already in motion.

My left palm darted out and seized his wrist, halting his progress just shy of touching. His flesh felt authentic under my hold, firm and resistant, much denser than his appearance implied.

Our stares met.

Then I noticed the growing radiance in his scarlet pupils. I'd witnessed it in the foresight.

Thus, I anticipated the follow-up.

My right knuckles launched ahead resolutely, striking his jaw squarely. The blow jerked his head back, interrupting the assault.

A red ray blasted from his eyes right away, shooting forth in a direct path. It ripped through the area over my skull, bypassing me completely from the angle change. The ray hit the far barrier and sliced into old rock like it was insignificant.

Despite his head tilted up, his physique resisted stubbornly. His mass felt unnatural, rooted by a force exceeding normal density. I denied him a chance to regroup.

My hand thrust ahead, Essence gathering at my digits as I invoked the ability.

[Sanctum of Judgement]

Five tiny compressed Essence orbs appeared at once on my fingertips, each reinforced by squeezing. They held ruinous power far greater than their scale.

My hand struck his torso.

BOOM!

The blast erupted from the collision spot, unleashing focused energy straight into him. He was hurled rearward through the space, the force propelling him over the room.

He extended his wings at once, steadying before smashing into the remote columns. The plumes adjusted gracefully, shedding the leftover force as he stopped a few meters distant.

He directed his sight downward to his torso.

Burn marks radiated from the hit zone, his skin charred where the Essence impacted. The injury showed clearly, irrefutably.

But it wasn't critical.

He lifted his head gradually.

This time, no annoyance lingered in them.

Just curiosity. "You are strong," Theras commented, his tone steady, nearly complimentary. "As expected from the Ironhart lineage. Still, this is a mystery. You should not exist, but do not worry. It seems you are not aware of yourself either. I will pull the answer out of you myself."

As he uttered the words, his physique started transforming. His build grew steadily, his stance aligning as his stature rose to almost eight feet. His scarlet eyes spun oddly, the red pupil revolving like a ball before stopping suddenly, forming a dark X at their core.

He shrugged his shoulder once.

"Something is wrong here," he whispered. "I need to know."

He lifted his palm again. My form countered right away. Before I could issue a deliberate order, I positioned myself squarely in his path, my location changed against my will. His uplifted palm angled up, his digit pointing at my brow.

Disbelief rushed over me, but reflex overcame doubt.

I shifted behind him.

Or at least—

I tried to. I caught him tut his tongue. And moments later, I faced him once more.

His digit hadn't ceased its path.

It pressed on toward my brow steadily, unbroken, untouched by my relocation. My Psynapse ignited fully, scanning all aspects of existence nearby, every variance, every twist, yet found zilch.

And still, I got pulled back. Essence erupted fiercely in my center as I fired a huge surge outward. The blast wave spread every way, potent enough to shred all in the chamber.

But it didn't touch the barriers. It didn't reach him.

The Essence inverted.

It retracted inward, sucked back to my core like it was never let loose.

01:07

"What is that?" Theras whispered, his digit halting for the first time. His face altered a bit, true astonishment piercing his composed facade. "That does not belong to you."

I disregarded him.

I triggered Absolute Elemental Shift.

My physique started dissolving, fragmenting into primal elements, forsaking its solid state to relocate out of his grasp.

"No, you don't," Theras replied with a slight grin.

And right then, my shape reformed. Positioned precisely as before. His digit kept approaching.

For the first time after ages, irritation rose in me. Node 3 operated. My bodily attributes exceeded standard Transcendent bounds. My laws ranked major. Yet nothing counted.

No time rewind or space command was at play from him.

Thus, I intensified.

I engaged my domain completely.

The atmosphere quivered as the old slab lowered, its aura enforcing total dominance over the area. Violet Essence saturated the space as my domain took hold, asserting control over all in range.

Theras tilted his head up a touch.

"Fascinating," he murmured gently, his stare fixing on the lowering artifact. "But it is not enough."

He grinned derisively. And suddenly my domain evaporated. My link to it cut off abruptly, as if it had never been.

At last, his digit pressed my brow.

"Now," he stated softly, "let me see what is going on here."

Far past the chamber, beyond the drifting continent and shattered remnants, in some remote void of the universe, another event transpired.

In a desolate expanse devoid of illumination or form, a lone entity hovered in the nothingness. His chin drooped, tangled locks veiling his features. Frayed garments hung slack on his frame. Scarlet bindings hovered nearby, restraining him.

Nothing occupied that place.

Just him.

And quiet.

Until luminous specks emerged.

They assembled gradually, converging before shaping into a clear outline. The glow brightened as the specks merged, crafting the silhouette of a female.

Defender Aurora appeared before him.

Before she uttered a word, the bound figure spoke.

"It's your mess," he declared. "You handle it."