My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 809 Conditions To Saint

There I stood, gazing intently at it, the full gravity of Amun's declaration pressing down on me. That was the ultimate pursuit of Theras. And now, it defined the journey I had embarked upon.

Amun respected my quiet moment without a word. Moments later, he approached with deliberate, leisurely steps.

"In your current state, you cannot attain it," he murmured softly.

My eyes shifted from the throne to meet his.

As I opened my mouth to reply, he lifted his hand. No Essence pulled from the air around us; instead, it materialized straight from void near his palm, solidifying from empty space. The first link took shape, hovering in mid-air, its exterior sleek but etched with subtle, time-worn runes that pulsed with faint glows. Next to it, another link appeared and connected flawlessly, then a third joined, and a fourth, building in flawless order. The chain extended gradually, link after link, its form growing firm as the runes on it ignited completely. A rich scarlet hue started to infuse it, coursing through each part like lifeblood surging into vessels, until the whole chain stood complete before my eyes.

Amun eased his hand down a bit and flicked it gently.

In an instant, the chain surged forward, slipping effortlessly through my torso without any barrier. No discomfort struck me, just a profound vibration deep inside as it traversed my body and slipped right into the Dawn Core. My awareness trailed after it, guiding it down to the concealed central isle inside the core.

"This emblem will guide you back to me once you're prepared to rise to Saint rank," he explained.

A slight furrow creased my brow, the subtle remnant of its essence still lingering inside.

"Prior to attempting the breakthrough," he went on, "you need to solidify your base."

With steady calm, he outlined the requirements, as if drawing from a plan etched in his mind ages ago.

"Every one of your laws has to attain Major Level Five. Should you plan to gain more laws, now is the moment to do it and elevate them all to that mark."

His stare held steady on my face.

"Your bodily attributes must progress from Omega to Pre-Origin."

He halted for a beat.

"Your soul's stature must climb to three hundred and thirty-three feet. Plus, you need to gather one hundred million merit points."

My gaze locked onto him.

The magnitude of his outlined demands dwarfed any preparations I had ever imagined.

"Once these prerequisites are met," he concluded, "and your level hits four hundred and ninety-nine, this emblem will summon you to my side."

I squinted a touch.

"Why impose so many requirements?"

His response came without delay.

"For that represents the groundwork even I lacked during my own rise. Saints wield power over galaxies. They mold reality on vast levels beyond most creatures' grasp. Yet mere breakthrough by itself won't secure dominance. A solid base will."

For an instant, he glanced toward the far-off throne.

"Armed with such groundwork, your breakthrough won't just lift you higher. It'll rank you among the elite Saint-tier entities across the Prime Universe."

His attention returned to me.

"And at that point, you must head to the Prime Galaxy."

His tone left no doubt—it wasn't optional.

It was destined.

He retreated a step, his stance loosening back to normal.

"My stay here draws to a close," he stated evenly. "You need to press on with the trial."

With a subtle motion, he pointed to the area over my shoulder.

"Something awaits you at the conclusion."

I observed him for a few heartbeats before voicing the last crucial query.

"How much time remains before defeat in the war?"

He took a moment before replying.

"By the time the true Theras emerges," he whispered, "victory will have already slipped away."

His eyes met mine once more.

"For now, all we can do is postpone the unavoidable."

A subtle grin touched his lips. Then his face eased into the laid-back demeanor that had colored much of our exchange.

"Well," he remarked breezily, "no pressure."

As my words formed, his figure started to fade away.

Scarlet motes arose from his frame, scattering as his aura withdrew from the surrounding emptiness.

"Try not to die before we meet again," he tossed in with a playful smirk.

And just like that, he vanished. The world realigned as the throne disappeared and the boundless emptiness melted away. Suddenly, I was back in the chamber of ebony and ivory floors. The split between the shades stayed firm, their opposition even more striking now. The hush of the desolate place returned, yet it no longer weighed heavily. It seemed anticipatory.

In the middle of the room, the floor stones started to shift.

They parted gradually, exposing a compact round dais hidden below. The dais ascended with measured grace until it aligned with the ground. Etched runes on its face sparked momentarily before holding steady.

Then its heart parted. A flight of steps came into view, plunging down into shadow.

I regarded it, but now the landscape felt utterly transformed. The doubt that had shadowed my steps until this point had given way to a new force.

Clarity.

Theras approached. Conflict loomed unavoidable. Yet I no longer advanced without sight. With firm resolve, I advanced onto the dais and started down the steps, plunging further into the ordeal with a drive fiercer than any before.

While navigating the descending steps, my thoughts wandered back along the route that led me to this spot. I recalled my awakening day. Back then, its significance escaped me. I had simply pushed ahead, step by step, fueled by gut feeling, the urge to endure, and a relentless drive to locate my parents' souls and exact vengeance upon the Eternals.

My mind touched on each phase of my core's development, each shift that had remade my being. Every leap forward had seemed like shattering chains, shedding restraints, but here in this moment, I realized those gains paled against the challenges to come. Every law claimed, every honing of my Essence, every insight won in combat formed threads in a grander tapestry, one woven far before I even noticed it.

The clashes rose to the forefront.

Every foe confronted. Every triumph seized by might, cunning, or unbreakable resolve. I had battled entities surpassing me in power, speed, wisdom, but one truth always burned within.

I would overtake them.

I would evolve.

I would prevail.

But Theras stood apart.