My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 811 Hall Of Domains

I let out a slow breath and rolled my neck, easing the tension. The thrill that started on the stairs hadn't dimmed at all. In fact, it had intensified even more.

It wasn't long before I had to wait no more.

The space in front of me shimmered once again, and a new shadow started to take form. This one solidified rapidly, its aura weighing much heavier than the last. In its wake, the fabric of space warped as a circular object came into being.

A mirror.

Suspended behind the shadow, it was flawlessly circular, with a sleek silver face. It spun gently, but instead of mirroring the surrounding hall, it showed my reflection. Each motion I made, every adjustment in my stance, displayed clearly within it. Even the subtle flow of Essence in my body danced on its surface.

A smile crossed my face.

'Reflection,' I murmured softly. 'How intriguing.'

I realized right away that the challenge of this chamber revolved around domains.

The shadow initiated the assault.

It charged ahead, quicker than the one prior, its fist targeting my chest straight on. I didn't evade. Instead, I advanced and launched my own punch. My fist never touched its form. Rather, the atmosphere before my knuckles squeezed tightly and burst forth explosively.

The unseen power hit the shadow square.

And then, it bounced back.

The mirror at its rear gleamed, and the identical squeezed force materialized behind me right away, crashing into my back. I skidded a bit, my boots scraping the floor while I took in the blow.

I let out a chuckle.

'Ah, that's enjoyable.'

The shadow came at me once more, and now I perceived it plainly. The mirror wasn't just sending back my strike. It was taking it in. It bolstered it with extra power and sent it back harder. This went beyond mere protection. It was enhancement.

Its punch came straight, and the mirror gleamed anew. The merged power of its blow and my earlier one hurtled back at me. I countered in the same fashion.

I threw a punch.

The squeezed air rushed out once more, clashing with the approaching power. The collision warped the air fiercely between us. The mirror spun quicker, its face wavering as it handled the clash.

I sensed it adjusting.

Thus, I ramped up my power.

I moved ahead once more and struck again, this time packing in more air compression, injecting extra might into the blow. The hidden shockwave ripped through, hitting the mirror head-on. The mirror sent it back, but I was already in motion.

Yet another punch.

More forceful.

The rebound came.

Another punch.

Even stronger.

I kept going relentlessly, every hit packing more punch than before. My limbs sped up, my frame gliding seamlessly between blows. The air squeezed repeatedly, unseen strikes pounding the mirror quicker than it could steady itself fully.

Cracks started appearing on the mirror. Its face quivered as it fought to handle the mounting strain. The shadow retreated a step, its shape wavering as the domain lost strength.

I pressed on without mercy.

'One final push,' I declared, a grin spreading.

I pulled my fist back and thrust it out with all the power I chose to unleash then. The squeezed air imploded then erupted fiercely.

The mirror broke apart.

The domain crumbled in an instant. The shadow halted for a split second before fissures raced over its form. It burst, melting into shadows. An elderly man's soul took its place. He gazed at me with weary eyes, offered a profound bow, and disappeared. His soul power streamed into me, blending with my own and bolstering it more.

I extended my arm and wiggled my fingers.

'Not bad at all,' I whispered. It was like a solid workout with fists. My frame felt agile and relaxed. Before the power could fully settle, the atmosphere warped again.

A fresh shadow emerged. This one stood out from the start.

A sword drifted behind it.

The edge hung upright, utterly motionless, while subtle waves in space emanated from it. The very space curved around the blade, creasing a bit with every throb.

'Space combined with sword,' I noted, my smile broadening. 'You've come ready.'

The shadow lifted its hand, and the sword blinked out. It popped up right before me in a flash. I responded swiftly and punched out. The squeezed air met the edge, halting it just long enough for me to twist aside. The sword grazed past my shoulder, trailing a slim warp in space.

It disappeared once more.

And popped up at my rear.

I spun around and punched yet again, aiming at the empty air. The squeezed power met the sword, shoving it off before it could solidify completely.

The shadow kept pressing.

It sent forth another strike, swifter than the prior pair. I parried with yet another punch, but I noted the accuracy in its moves. It wasn't swinging wildly. It was scheming.

I burst into laughter.

'Excellent,' I remarked. 'Let's spice things up.'

Essence burst from my center. I molded it in a heartbeat. A shape arose next to me. A shadow crafted from my Essence. Tinged violet, its outline matching mine exactly. It acted as I acted, its being tied straight to my intent.

The foe shadow lunged anew.

On this occasion, my violet shadow acted first.

It threw a punch, meeting the sword head-on. The clash disrupted the space wave encircling it. I advanced simultaneously and punched too, squeezing the air with amplified might.

The sword shook. The domain wavered. The enemy shadow sought to steady it, but I offered no chance. My violet shadow hit again, chased right away by my strike. The united power demolished the space framework supporting the sword.

The blade fractured.

The domain fell apart. The shadow stiffened as cracks crawled over its form. It detonated shortly after, fading into shadows.

A new soul emerged.

This one offered a deep bow prior to vanishing, its power fusing with mine.

I breathed out steadily, sensing the consistent thickening of my soul.

'Indeed,' I murmured low. 'This is precisely what I required.'

I didn't need to shift from my spot for long before additional shadows started manifesting, successively, each bearing a domain more polished and distinct than the previous. One arose with a gravity domain, featuring a shadowy orb floating behind it that made every step I took weigh more, compelling me to shatter its hold by striking the space directly. Another brought a flame domain, yet the blaze didn't spread out; it seared within, aiming to devour my Essence outright, which I overpowered with sheer force until the domain buckled. One shadow commanded a duplication domain, where each of my assaults spawned replicas that assailed me, and I retaliated by boosting the velocity and intensity of my blows until the domain couldn't match the pace of ruin. In every battle, my enthusiasm swelled, my movements quicker, my thoughts keener, my punches purer and more exact. Their domains proved inventive, perilous, and potent, yet insufficient to prevail. They toppled sequentially, domains exploding, forms disintegrating, souls surfacing momentarily in thanks before merging into me and fortifying my essence. Once the final shadow vanished, the chamber grew quiet once more, and for a few moments, nothing stirred. Then, at the hall's heart, the floor started shifting. The dull face parted in a flawless ring, exposing a shadowy hole below. The hole unveiled stairs plunging further into the building, ready for my descent.