My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 812 Devour And Assimilation

As I descended the last step, I entered a round chamber that differed from those above. No columns rose there, and no darkness lurked to greet me below.

The room gleamed with flawless smoothness, pure white from base to top, showing neither cracks nor etchings. Right in the middle, a round pedestal protruded a little, its top radiating a soft, unwavering white glow.

I approached it without pause.

The instant I neared within several paces of the pale ring, the atmosphere overhead rippled and solidified into two separate shapes.

Two spheres materialized over the ring's heart.

One sphere emitted a dim purple light, its outer layer gently twisting the illumination nearby. The area close to it warped subtly, the chamber's borders bending inward with a silent twist. Without even reaching out, I detected the known pattern of spatial law inside it.

The second sphere gleamed with gentle silver.

Though its exterior appeared even, the glow inside shifted oddly, surging ahead and retreating in fine strata. As I concentrated on it, I sensed the faint tug of time's effect, like the breeze around it lagged behind the chamber's other parts.

Space and Time.

They floated evenly spaced above the ring, firm and unchanging in their shapes. For several heartbeats, silence reigned.

Soon, motion stirred.

Starting gradually, the purple sphere glided toward its silver counterpart, which mirrored the advance. As they drew closer, the space linking them grew denser, responding to the nearness of these core laws.

Upon contact, no blast erupted, no fierce clash occurred.

Rather, their outlines blurred.

The purple and silver tones started to blend, the divide between space and time fading as the spheres squeezed together and fused into one cohesive entity.

A focal point emerged in the sky where the laws crossed. Space curved sharply around it, squeezing with force into a tiny shrinking ball. It mimicked a small abyss, drawing in all that surrounded it.

Next, the shrinking eased.

The drawing force persisted; it merely slowed, as if time had grown viscous nearby. The squeezing extended oddly, every tiny shift prolonged beyond normal.

Then it surged.

The shrinking quickened abruptly, squeezing swifter than typical space warp permitted. The ball constricted with fury.

And suddenly—

It stopped.

Utterly.

Stuck in the midst of shrinking.

The space's infold hung poised in ideal limbo between being and nothingness. Time had pinned it there. Shortly after, the time's grip loosened.

The shrinking continued. The ball caved in quietly and disappeared.

I remained standing, gaze sharpened.

The flows parted once more, reverting to separate states. I perceived the laws as tier 3 major. This matched the tier of major law I already held. It lay within my grasp.

Seconds passed without further action. I grasped the chamber's purpose. It served as an illustration. I advanced and settled in a meditative pose before the pedestal. Shutting my eyes, I reviewed the scene I had witnessed.

The essence lay not in merely combining time and space. It involved timing them at the identical spot. The shrink initiated through space, yet time controlled its tempo. Space shaped its form. Time shaped its condition. Neither overpowered the other. They intertwined.

Saint rank demanded its own criteria, including the merging of major laws. That was the chamber's lesson for me.

I started to channel both laws. I summoned space initially, molding it precisely ahead until the air warped and squeezed, creating a minor warp that curled inward at its core. The form held firm, a precise space shrink emerging just as planned. Only after securing that base did I infuse time at the same position, threading it into the shrinking spot rather than imposing it across the exterior.

The initial try collapsed right away. As the time's touch met the space's curl, I permitted excessive meddling, shattering the fine equilibrium. The shrink lost stability and dissolved, the warp scattering into innocuous waves before vanishing completely.

I drew in a steady breath and refined my method.

Now, I permitted the space form to solidify fully before adding time with caution. Instead of stopping the shrink suddenly, I let time slip in as a subtle adjustment, blending into the pull's cadence. The ball reemerged, tight and balanced, curling inward precisely as desired. I proceeded to decelerate it bit by bit, lessening the shrink's speed without harming its outline. The drawing force diminished gradually, the action elongating rather than breaking.

After confirming the form's steadiness, I inverted the stream and urged it onward, boosting the shrink's velocity so the squeezing intensified while preserving unity.

Then, with exact focus, I paused it.

The shrinking ball ceased in its track, held flawlessly between progression and finish. It neither dissolved nor progressed. It stayed anchored in that delicate balance, sustained by the dance of space and time. A subtle grin formed on my face as I noted the merger's firmness.

Content, I lifted the time's pause. The shrink picked up at once and concluded in a neat cave-in, erasing all traces. Both laws divided smoothly at my command, resuming their separate flows without pushback. Underfoot, the pale pedestal hummed gently.

The illustration had ended, and this instance was my own. I stood up, knowing the trial had passed.

The air over the ring flickered anew, launching another display.

Two fresh spheres appeared. One was utterly dark, the other purely bright.

Devour and Assimilation.

Devour showed as a shadowy stream that engulfed nearby light, tugging bits of surrounding remnants inside. Assimilation varied. It didn't engulf. It soaked up and altered, its stream sleeker, merging contacts into its essence.

They drifted closer.

Upon uniting, the result started mild.

A tiny energy piece materialized between them. The devour law yanked it in harshly, dismantling it into basic shards. Before the shards could scatter, assimilation enveloped them, merging them into a fresh, solid build.

The merger didn't annihilate.

It engulfed and reshaped swiftly.

A little ball took shape, made of merged energy transformed from its prior state. It was purified.

The cycle looped on its own. Bits emerged, got devoured, then merged into an enlarging nucleus. The ball grew consistently, turning thicker, more polished.

This merger lacked blasts. It proved streamlined. United, they fostered endless expansion.

I observed intently. These laws ranked lower, tier two major. Not as honed as my devour law, yet arranged meticulously.

The vital distinction was harmony. Excess devour might wipe out all before assimilation could anchor it. Excess assimilation sans devour would burden the form.

I moved ahead and lifted my palm.

First, a lump of moist soil gathered, then swelled into a ball. I triggered devour softly, disintegrating it into primal elements. Before they dispersed, I triggered assimilation, interlacing the shards into a firm framework in my hand.

The initial try broke apart.