My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 806 Amun Prime

Theras spotted them, and gloom settled on his features.

Without pausing, the trio surged ahead in flawless unity, their ebony swords lifting and dropping in smooth curves that struck at various locations on Theras's frame. One strike targeted his throat, sharp and deadly. Another plunged toward his backbone. The final one slashed at an angle over his torso, its path meant to split him in half.

Their motions outpaced normal sight. Even though Node 3 was activated and my Psynapse was fully operational, keeping track of their sword paths proved difficult for me.

Theras responded without delay.

His arm thrust out, and Essence burst from his core, forming a barrier right before him.

The blades connected.

No blast erupted from the clash. Rather, the atmosphere cracked as the clashing powers met, generating a warp that expanded in jagged waves. The barrier endured, though its face twisted under the strain.

"Not that powerful."

The voice of Amun sounded from his rear.

He had shifted position already. In one moment he was ahead, the next right behind Theras, his hand reaching out with steady assurance. He pressed his palm softly to Theras's back, the touch seeming offhand.

No flare occurred. No burst of force. No obvious display of might.

Yet the result hit right away.

Theras's form started to shatter.

Fissures appeared over his body, racing through his shape as his solid structure fell apart. His wings crumbled first, their plumes breaking into tiny bits that floated briefly in the air and then disappeared. The splits moved over his chest, his limbs, his visage, until his whole form began breaking down into those same tiny red specks.

Yet his look stayed the same. He had anticipated this.

His crimson gaze stayed locked ahead, and gradually, a grin appeared on his lips.

"I will return for you, Amun," he stated evenly. "My vow is still outstanding."

No rage colored his tone.

Just assurance.

His shape kept disintegrating, his being coming undone bit by bit until no trace of his corporeal form lingered. Nothing but one droplet of blood.

It hovered in the space over Amun's outstretched hand.

For the first time since arriving, Amun's subtle, constant grin vanished entirely.

His gaze stayed on that lone blood droplet floating above his hand, and the quiet mirth that had marked his bearing so far shifted to something much graver. No dread showed on his face, but acknowledgment did. Acknowledgment of hassle. Of certainty. Of an affair that hadn't concluded as neatly as planned.

"Such a nuisance," he whispered softly.

He curled his digits.

The blood droplet disappeared in an instant, wiped from view as if it had never been. At that very moment, the three matching forms of Theras encircling the area faded too, their shapes crumbling into dim specks that dissolved into void. The weight that had permeated the chamber lifted with them, restoring only the timeless quiet of the ruins.

Amun brushed his palm off gently, like clearing light dust. Then he lifted his gaze and turned it back to me.

The grin reemerged.

"I think," he stated evenly, "we can finally greet each other correctly."

He motioned with his hand.

The chamber faded away.

No feeling of motion came, no warp, no shift that I could sense. The following moment had me in a seat. A round table stood between us, its top pale and even. Amun occupied the opposite side, at ease and collected, as if this encounter was always meant for this kind of place.

A tiny dish on the table held a few confections, their exteriors pale with subtle red lines tracing through them.

I looked past him.

The skyline extended without limit in all directions. A sea sprawled outward forever, its waters serene and unbroken.

Amun took one confection and rotated it in his grasp before talking.

"Allow me to present myself correctly," he said. "I am Amun Prime. Although I figure you recognize me under a different label. The Chained Fallen. Or whichever name the System chose to give."

I turned my eyes to him and gave a nod.

Then I voiced the sole remark that fit.

"Are you an idiot?"

He blinked.

It wasn't fury that passed over his expression.

It was astonishment.

He put the confection in his mouth and crunched it, mulling it over as if weighing the query with care.

"Why do you say that?" he inquired evenly.

I shifted forward a bit.

"Why did you put Theras into that test?" I said. "Did you truly think somebody could beat that?"

He gulped it down.

Then he agreed at once.

"Naturally," he said. "If you had become a Saint already, you could've crushed him easily. But the System grows restless. It dispatched you here prior to that achievement."

I let out a soft snort.

"System," I snorted.

He moved forward a touch, his azure eyes gaining focus with curiosity.

"Why?" he asked. "What occurred? You disapprove?"

I pondered the query briefly.

"I haven't settled on an opinion yet," I admitted truthfully. "But it acts oddly. It imposes results. It meddles when neutrality is due. It leads me to doubt if it aids the Prime Universe… or another entity."

The image of the falling digit rose in my thoughts. The golden structure bore clear System power, yet its purpose hadn't been safeguarding.

Amun shook his head.

"It can't oppose the Prime Universe," he said evenly. "If possible, I would've ended it by now."

I rolled my eyes.

"Is that so?" I replied flatly. "Time for boasting?"

He chuckled lightly.

"I'm not boasting," he answered. "Your survival right now stems from its plea for my aid. From all that exists, from every entity able to step in, it sought me out."

He settled back into his seat, his look unwavering.

"That ought to mean something to you."

He halted for a second before going on.

"The System doesn't request aid casually."

His eyes stayed on mine, steady and watchful.

"So you're claiming superiority over the System?" I questioned.

He shook his head subtly and selected another confection, spinning it in his fingers before biting into it.

"I didn't claim that," he answered. "I claimed I would've ended it. Those aren't the same. Stay sharp, young one."

No pride laced his tone, no effort to awe me. He uttered the words like declaring a truth about weight or duration.

He pointed at the dish between us.

"Try one," he said. "They're excellent. From my original world."

I eyed the confection quickly but didn't take it.

He observed.

"So wary," he remarked casually, settling back as he kept consuming.

For several moments, we stayed silent. The boundless sea around us held utterly still, its even waters mirroring nothing.

Then I posed the query that had lingered at the heart of my mind since his emergence.

"Is he truly your sibling?"

Amun answered without delay.

"Yes," he said plainly. "We have the same parentage. So yes, that renders us siblings."

He stopped shortly before appending,

"Though he isn't fully human. His lineage is… unique. Mine stayed untainted."

Hybrid.

The term held meanings I hadn't grasped completely yet.

"Who is he?" I asked. "And why do you oppose each other?"

His look turned more reflective.