My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 810 Squats Are Back

After a considerable time, the difference between me and this other entity struck me not as an obstacle I could swiftly surmount, but as a challenge I must evolve to meet. His aura had sparked a sensation in my core that hadn't stirred since the initial stages of my rise.

Excitement.

This started as a subtle feeling buried deep in my consciousness, then expanded outward, awakening an impatient stir just below my mental facade. That well-known restlessness resurfaced, the gentle compulsion to press on, to build more power, to shatter any persisting barriers.

A subtle grin appeared on my lips as I rotated my shoulder deliberately, sensing the firmness of my frame, the circulation of Essence along my pathways, the reliable throb of my center.

For far too many years, I had led the way.

At last, a pursuit had emerged.

I understood the path ahead wouldn't be straightforward. Theras wasn't merely powerful. He operated on a plane far superior to anything I'd encountered, and if I aimed to confront him when the moment arrived, I'd require it all. Every principle. Every enhancement. Every bit of might I could seize.

I embraced the prospect.

The stairs concluded under my steps, and I advanced into the fresh chamber. I raised my eyes and gazed forward.

The chamber was vast yet unadorned, upheld by enormous gray columns that ascended into obscurity. No inscriptions, no symbols, no hints of the remarkable existed. Just quiet.

In the middle loomed a silhouette.

It reached almost my stature. It neither stirred nor acknowledged my entrance. It merely lingered, poised. I moved ahead and dashed over the gap, halting several paces from it. The silhouette showed no reaction.

Without pause, I dropped into a crouch.

I compelled my form to proceed deliberately, curbing the immense power I now held and proceeding at the speed of a regular mortal. My sinews rebelled against the limitation instinctively, but I mastered them, anchoring myself in the action.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Up.

"You know," I remarked offhandedly, maintaining the exercise, "it's been ages since I last performed squats in this manner."

I ascended once more and circled my shoulders, releasing the strain in my physique.

"But squats reign supreme."

I exhaled softly and tilted my head up, my gaze fixing on the silhouette anew.

The thrill that had ignited before hadn't diminished. It had intensified.

"I'm thrilled once again," I stated evenly. "So inform me…"

I stood upright completely, my Essence aligning into flawless preparedness just beneath my skin.

"What challenge do you offer?"

As if awaiting that precise cue, the silhouette reacted.

It gradually extended both arms outward, unfolding them broadly. The atmosphere in its rear warped subtly, and a deep toll resounded through the chamber. The tone started gentle, seemingly innocuous, yet it held a depth unlike typical oscillations.

Behind the silhouette, an enormous bell took shape.

It wasn't fully corporeal. It hovered midway between substance and mirage, its exterior dark and glossy, its form solidifying as gentle waves emanated from it. Symbols danced over its face momentarily before calming into repose. The realm finalized without noise, the bell hanging behind the silhouette akin to the heart of its dominion.

"Oh," I commented lightly, examining it. "Is that your realm?"

Even while I uttered the words, I sensed it already. The understated force that expanded over the area surrounding me, reshaping the surroundings to its rule. The bell completed its manifestation fully.

And then it rang.

The toll didn't pass via the air. It manifested straight within my psyche.

A fierce oscillation burst inside my essence, evading bodily safeguards altogether. My awareness quivered as the tremor coursed through my inner framework, assaulting the base of my being instead of my flesh. For a fleeting moment, my sight hazed, and a mild vertigo swept over me as my essence took the blow.

Yet it fell short. I gripped my resolve around my essence and shattered the oscillation, compelling the tremor to dissipate before it could extend further.

The force evaporated.

"Hmm," I muttered, stroking my jaw contemplatively. "That's ingenious."

I regarded the bell squarely.

"Sound forming the essence of a realm. That's a solid concept."

The silhouette stayed mute, expectant.

"Yet it carries a single flaw," I went on serenely. "Sound requires a conduit."

I clicked my fingers.

A wave propagated outward right away and the void complied with my directive. All elements in the nearby zone erased themselves. Substance broke apart. Atmosphere disappeared. Even surrounding Essence got fully removed. The area near the bell turned barren, lacking any means to transmit tremors. Absent Essence, it couldn't assail my essence either.

"Proceed," I declared, crossing my arms over my torso. "Attempt it once more."

The silhouette didn't waver. A huge mace materialized beside the bell. The armament ascended and crashed against the bell's face with immense power.

But silence prevailed.

The blow connected. The bell quivered. Yet lacking a conduit, its principles couldn't spread.

I tilted my head faintly.

"You must address your vulnerabilities," I whispered softly. "Lest someone like me capitalizes on them."

Before the silhouette could act, I disappeared. I materialized right before it, my hand already extending. My palm contacted its torso lightly, sans aggression.

The result struck instantly.

Fissures raced over its shape, splintering its composition from within. Its realm crumbled at once, the bell in its rear fragmenting into vanishing shards as its command unraveled.

The silhouette burst apart. Its figure melted into obscurity, abandoning nothing.

Save for a soul.

An elderly female human materialized in the silhouette's place, her figure see-through, her demeanor composed. She regarded me, then the chamber encircling us, realization dawning in her gaze.

She inclined in thanks, mirroring the other essences.

Then she faded. Her soul force streamed toward me and blended with mine, fortifying it. I perceived the thickness grow, the firmness intensify, though the shift proved minor.

Trivial against what was needed. Three hundred and thirty-three feet.

That marked the stature Amun had stipulated. This amounted to scarcely a droplet in a vast sea.