My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 814 Mountain Peak

The test didn't conclude after that lone clash. After the shadow faded and the ground split open once more, I ventured deeper down, discovering that every fresh room exacted a distinct demand from me. No repeats offered any ease, no patterns brought familiarity. Each area was built to probe a unique part of my core, as if the building was dissecting my strengths bit by bit.

One room stripped away all but my physical form.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, the laws inside me went quiet. I couldn't tap into space, time, devour, or any elemental mastery. My domain stayed dormant too. A shadow materialized in the middle, its form solid and real. No warping surrounded it, no shape assembled at its back. It moved ahead and lunged with sheer brute force alone.

I grinned.

It had been ages since I'd depended only on flesh and skeleton.

We met in direct combat. Fists met with impact. The floor splintered beneath our feet. It was a straightforward clash of power, free of deceptions or complex moves. Each blow held heavy force. Each defense pushed limits of stamina. I let myself savor the moment, allowing my frame to recall the sensation of acting without law-based aids. When at last I slammed my fist into its torso hard enough to break its shape, the shadow fragmented neatly. Another spirit of a person emerged, inclined in respect, then merged into me, bolstering my own in a solid, tangible manner.

The following room targeted my thoughts rather than my frame.

The area warped right after I entered. The pale walls melted into infinite hallways, winding routes and reflective bends. The layout kept reshaping, paths bending and extending based on my steps. It wasn't merely a labyrinth; it was a deception crafted to drain senses and shatter concentration.

Psynapse reacted at once.

I spread my awareness wide, bypassing the sights from my vision and detecting the minor irregularities in energy currents instead. Deceptions thrived on diversion, pulling focus to outer appearances. I sharpened my sense to the tiniest ripples, following the subtle edges between true and fake. The hallways faded as I advanced, unable to hold together against persistent examination. In mere moments, I arrived at the heart, where yet another shadow lurked. This one tried to divide into numerous duplicates, copying my actions to bewilder me, but a sharp surge of essence dispatched it swiftly. Its spirit united with the rest, and I pressed onward.

Yet another area examined stamina in a fresh manner.

The atmosphere grew heavy the instant I stepped through. Weight pressed from overhead, bearing down in mounting levels. The surface underfoot turned treacherous, alternating among frost, searing rock, and empty nothingness. Pull of gravity swung unpredictably, requiring endless recalibration. The surroundings altered over and over, insisting on quick shifts with every instant.

I triggered Absolute Elemental Shift right away.

When the ground scorched, I transformed into electricity and glided over it freely. As gravity pressed harder, I changed my essence to spread the burden. When icy gales raged inside the space, I tuned my inner currents to counter their chill. The weight built gradually, challenging my resilience over ingenuity, yet I navigated it with firm assurance. My physique had weathered much harsher trials before.

Hall after hall followed in sequence.

A room that called for careful containment to steady crumbling forms.

A room that insisted on exact magnetic harmony, compelling pull and push to sync without bursting.

Seven rooms altogether.

Five additional shadows confronted me in those ordeals, each linked to its room's core challenge. Not one depended purely on raw might. Each needed the proper reaction to the trial before battle could commence. By the point the last one crumbled and its spirit fused with mine, the overall impact became evident. My soul hadn't stretched higher yet.

But it became thicker.

With no delay, I headed to the next drop, anticipating another set of stairs or another area lurking below. Rather, I entered a space utterly unlike the prior ones. No gap appeared in the floor, no shadow poised in the middle, no urgent directive flooded my thoughts. The chamber stretched broad and shadowed more than before, its surfaces lined fully with wall paintings. Right in the middle of the ground sat one crimson ring.

I eased my pace.

The wall art caught my eye right off.

They weren't old tales or strange shapes. They portrayed me.

Each surface held a vivid rendering of my journey inside the building. One painting displayed the law fusion area, the purple and gold spheres floating near me. Another captured the mirror domain shattering from endless hits. One fixed the deception labyrinth, my Psynapse spread out as paths melted nearby. The raw body fight room appeared too, captured in colors as I punched a shadow's torso.

I blinked, inspecting the scenes closely.

Did these paintings predate my arrival in the building? Or did they form as I advanced, logging each moment live? The sharpness of the details hinted at watching over recall. Every face, every motion, every pose change was rendered flawlessly.

Still, another thing seized my notice.

The last painting. It stood straight ahead, bigger than the others. It depicted me on a mountaintop.

The very summit from Theras's sight. The identical dark blade lodged at its crest, a silver streak along the blade's heart. In the art, I faced it squarely, not reaching out, just confronting it.

I scowled.

No blade existed in this chamber.

I approached the painting nearer and scrutinized it. My image in paint stood atop a crimson ring at the mountain's foot. My eyes drifted down to the ground under me.

The crimson ring in the chamber's core aligned with the one in the art.

Without dwelling too much, I strode ahead and placed myself precisely over the ring.

The second my foot landed there, the chamber shook.

The paintings shimmered, the scenes twisting for a flash as the crimson ring under me glowed intensely. Before I could respond more, the area around me twisted sharply, and the chamber disappeared.

I hung in nothingness.

Icy void extended all around, immense and hushed.

Before me hovered the upside-down pyramid landform I'd used to access this realm. The shattered city sprawled across its wide top, damaged buildings and split roads plain even from afar.

I stayed still. I merely observed.

A deep rumble sounded across the void as the landform started to move. At first gradual, barely noticeable, the whole form inclined. The city on top tipped onward as the upside-down pyramid turned.

I floated unmoving, watching without meddling.

The turn persisted evenly.

Ten degrees.

Thirty.

Ninety.

The broken city dropped from view, vanishing from my sight as the form kept rotating. Upon finishing the complete one hundred eighty degrees, the figure ahead wasn't an upside-down pyramid anymore.

It formed a mountain.

A flawless, soaring crest rising from a slim foundation, its peak keen and distinct against the void's blankness. The destroyed city now hid underneath, integrated into the form's bottom.

My gaze rose to the height.

There.

At the peak, half-buried in rock, stood the sword.

Dark edge.

Silver streak piercing its middle.

Even from so far, I knew it instantly. The exact sword Theras had faced. The same sword from the paintings.

And for the first occasion since stepping into this edifice, clarity struck. I hadn't been sinking further into a wreck.

I'd been ascending a mountain from within.