My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 813 Fusion Fight

Before assimilation had the chance to bind them, the fragments fell apart.

I made an adjustment.

On this occasion, I let devour erode just a portion, diminishing the framework without utterly destroying it. Right after, assimilation surged in, merging the shaky pieces into unity. In my palm, a tiny violet orb took shape. It throbbed once and then steadied itself.

I ramped up the size. The orb expanded, becoming thicker and more solid, with a tight and polished build. The blend's effectiveness was palpable to me. No power went to waste. It transformed it all. I halted and let the orb fade away.

Once more, the room trembled softly.

For an instant, the white pedestal shone more intensely, recognizing the effective merge.

I breathed out gradually.

Defeating foes wasn't the focus of this chamber. It served for readiness.

Once I grasped the initial pair of merges, the chamber didn't stay quiet much longer. Successively, various principles I'd acquired through the years started to appear over the ring. Clusters of elemental principles ascended, opposing streams of polarity wove together, geometric sealing forms floated like ready-to-engage skeletal designs, and the blood principle even gleamed softly in thick red threads. Every instance, a duo of principles combined and showed itself to me, not in disorderly fashion, but through exact pairing. I saw time blend with polarity to form a zone that could decelerate and push back simultaneously, with pull and shove operating in unison. I noted elemental harmony where flames and bolts didn't conflict but bolstered each other, solidifying into a packed surge instead of scattering chaotically. Pairing blood principle with elemental movement changed the pulse of flow, enabling strength to rush forth without ripping the inner pathways.

The goal stayed consistent throughout. Grasp the interplay. Replicate it. Polish it to endure steadily in my grasp.

Certain pairings needed measured tempo, while others called for intense release and sharper concentration. Several tries broke down fully prior to steadying, compelling me to tweak directions, moments, and the equilibrium of power among the pair of principles. Yet bit by bit, the method grew fluid. I started to foresee a principle's reaction upon nearing another. Rather than shoving them into union, I permitted natural convergence, steering instead of dominating.

Time slipped by unnoticed initially. It was only upon the ultimate merge holding firm right before me that I comprehended I'd lingered in the chamber beyond two days. No fatigue weighed on my frame, just keener attention and a more precise command than earlier.

As the final form dispersed, the central white surface moved subtly. A round fissure emerged and gradually opened, exposing steps leading deeper down.

Without delay, I advanced.

The following chamber lay in wait.

Upon stepping inside, I saw it mirrored the prior one's layout, with sleek white walls and ground. In that space stood one silhouette.

Utterly dark, its shape sharp and clear against the light backdrop, resembling ink spilled on pale rock. It stayed still as I arrived. It just remained positioned, turned toward me.

Ere I could proceed further, a distinct directive surfaced in my thoughts.

Just one strike permitted.

Any pairing of two primary principles.

I scanned it briefly, then grinned.

'That's easy,' I whispered.

The instant I lifted my hand, the silhouette responded.

Our motions synced.

Energy amassed over its hand ahead. I observed intently as a pair of unique powers shaped in its hold. A subtle warp bent the atmosphere as space condensed into a dense ball, and inside it, a silvery stream sparked—time. The ball started whirling swiftly, spatial squeeze layers encasing a heart that beat with varying time currents. During its spin, the exterior shifted from hastening to retarding, the surrounding case curling inside as the central part tuned the collapse's pace.

A space-time blend, crafted for detonation.

I inclined my head a bit in approval.

Next, I concentrated on crafting my own.

Above my hand, space coalesced initially, purple bends curving in as a firm ball emerged. Yet rather than weaving time through, I added devour. An obscure stream extended over the space ball's exterior, not upsetting it but encircling like an extra coating. Devour didn't disrupt space's build. It drew from it, honing the squeeze rather than opposing.

My ball didn't waver. It intensified. The surrounding space coat squeezed firmer and firmer, as the inner devour nucleus soaked up surplus power, honing the build instead of permitting chaos.

The silhouette completed sooner.

It shoved its hand ahead promptly.

The whirling ball hurtled at me, ripping the air with fierce accuracy. The space squeeze in front distorted the course, while the time inside modified its forward beat, rendering its path hard to predict.

I moved ahead and let go of my own.

My ball propelled forth.

At the chamber's midpoint, the pair of assaults met.

For a short moment, the clash persisted.

The silhouette's blend sought to sway the clash. Its inner time decelerated the meeting spot, aiming to prolong the contact and unsettle my form. The space squeeze tried to dominate mine via whirl and stacked implosion.

Yet devour engaged.

Upon touching, the devour nucleus started devouring the time adjustments in the rival ball. Rather than lagging or upsetting, my form took in the variances. The space coat stayed solid as the devour element peeled off the time-driven beat guiding the foe's strike.

The whirling ball stumbled. Its time equilibrium snapped. Lacking time to govern its squeeze, the form unraveled from its own whirl. My ball pierced onward, consuming bits of the crumbling strike as it progressed.

In the following moment, the silhouette's blend burst apart fully. My ball kept going, hitting the silhouette square in the torso.

No blast occurred.

The squeeze curled inside while devour ate the form concurrently. Fissures raced over the silhouette's frame as it started splintering from within.

It offered no resistance nor tried another blow. Its frame split neatly and melted into shadow. In its place, a person's essence flickered momentarily, inclining in quiet thanks prior to vanishing and integrating with me. Once more, my essence's thickness grew, weightier and sharper.

Silence enveloped the chamber.

I eased my hand down gradually, a subtle thrill yet humming in my core.

'That wasn't bad,' I murmured softly.

Under where the silhouette had been, the white surface started moving anew, readying to uncover what lay beneath.