My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 815 The Sword

Without a second thought, I soared directly towards the summit. With every advance, the peak loomed nearer, the dark blade sharpening in outline against the shadowy backdrop. Upon arriving at the top, I touched down gently on a level expanse of rock shaped by nature into a round dais. In the middle sat yet another crimson ring. The sword was plunged right into that ring.

Just a couple of inches of the edge poked out above the rock, the remainder sunk deeply into the mountain's core. The edge gleamed black, dull and non-reflective, save for one straight silver streak tracing its length from point to hilt. The hilt was bound securely with shadowy cordage, slender yet sturdy, coiled evenly for a solid hold. The crossguard stayed simple and functional, free of any flair. No embellishments adorned the weapon.

I advanced and grasped the hilt with my palm.

The instant my digits wrapped around it, a wave of mortality crashed over me.

This wasn't some assault.

It was inevitability.

A overpowering gut feeling shrieked that unless I yanked my hand free right away, death would claim me right there. My frame responded prior to any conscious decision, limbs coiling, pulse racing, perceptions sharpening. The sensation rang utterly undeniable, like the blade had already sealed my doom.

For the briefest instant, the urge to recoil surged fiercely.

I stayed put.

Instead, my energy burst forth explosively.

Power erupted from within me in a fierce torrent, rippling over the summit and further afield. The hovering chunk of land quaked beneath the onslaught as my essence ballooned, countering the suffocating assurance of demise. The force ramped up at once as a counter, bearing down fiercer on my psyche, my center, my spirit.

It sought to penetrate.

It breached the outer edges of cognition and delved into the profound depths of my existence, striving to imprint a conclusion straight into my inner realm. I permitted its ingress.

My spirit quivered from the collision.

The hallucination proved stark. A glimpse of conclusion. Of obliteration.

Then a wave coursed through my spirit.

The consolidation of all I'd acquired. Every chamber. Every clash. Every merger. Every essence consumed.

The hallucination fractured.

It splintered. The assurance of mortality fragmented beneath the weight of my resolve. The force lingered, yet it ebbed sufficiently for me to concentrate. I clenched tighter and tugged.

The blade refused to budge.

Not the slightest bit.

I squinted and channeled extra power into my limb. My sinews hardened, vessels bulging as I applied pressure. The ground underfoot splintered softly from the strain.

The edge budged.

Hardly.

Two inches.

That marked my limit. The opposition loomed colossal. It seemed the peak itself clutched the edge from underneath, denying its ascent. My limb quivered from the effort, yet I kept my hold.

I breathed out steadily.

This had nothing to do with skill.

It boiled down to raw power.

I triggered my bodily prowess without delay, essence reallocation, and shifted 20% of my Psynapse to my might. The shift hit instantly, the boost monumental. I sensed the enhancement flood my form, sinews firming with fresh vigor.

I tugged once more.

The edge lifted another inch.

The peak shuddered fiercely this round, fissures radiating from the crimson ring below my stance. The blade's force heightened, but I stood firm, forging ahead through it.

Gradually, I compelled it higher. Every inch exacted toil. Every shift extracted more from my reserves.

The silver streak on the edge grew clearer as it surfaced, the ebony metal unveiling bit by bit. My limb wavered, but I pressed on. My energy flared anew, bolstering my frame as I kept hauling.

One more inch.

Followed by another.

The opposition held firm, but so did my determination. At last, with a ultimate burst of might, I wrenched the blade loose. The peak convulsed wildly as the edge cleared the rock completely. The crimson ring under my feet shattered and divided. For an instant, all fell quiet.

I remained there, respiration even, the blade now wholly in my grasp. For a short while, nothing stirred. The peak stayed motionless under my soles, and quietude extended in all directions.

Then the chunk of land quaked.

It started as a faint hum, discreet but evident, coursing from the top down through the rock below me. The crimson ring that split upon the blade's extraction now crumbled more, slender cracks veining out over the level top. The quake escalated swiftly, no longer limited to the summit but surging through the whole form.

An energy pulsed outward. The second it stretched across the emptiness, grazing my awareness, I knew it without doubt.

Amun.

It came subdued, not his complete essence, but undeniably his. The identical serene profundity, the identical stratified power veiled under poise. The energy dispersed in a broad throb, sweeping over the nearby vacuum before dissipating.

The quakes turned ferocious.

Fissures started etching the peak's face, originating at the top and hurtling down in erratic paths. The rock parted with crisp sounds echoing through the void. Whole portions of the summit displaced as gaps broadened, ripping asunder the formerly unified form.

I didn't linger.

I retreated and vanished from the top, shifting hundreds of meters into vacant expanse. From that vantage, I observed.

The peak rumbled as a huge split cleaved it from crown to root. The exterior caved in before bursting out, hurling rock pieces adrift.

The fissures hit the bottom.

The devastated metropolis, previously concealed under the peak's foundation, now stood revealed as the form disintegrated. Pathways divided. Structures toppled as their bases crumbled. Spires that endured ruined for eons now tumbled fully, breaking into bits that plunged into the emptiness.

Another quake swept the mass.

A profound split ripped through the peak's heart, cleaving it into twin enormous segments. The divide expanded leisurely initially, rock scraping rock, then abruptly tore open as the inner framework collapsed.

The chunk detonated.

It wasn't a blazing blast, but a savage breakup. The peak fragmented into myriad shards, vast plates fracturing into tinier bits as they floated away. The devastated city shrank to rubble in moments, its leftovers mingling with the shattered rock.

The whole suspended form that once appeared timeless now survived merely as shards gliding in hushed void.

I hung poised afar, blade clutched, eyeing the rubble expand leisurely.

No crimson ring remained. No chambers. Just fractured rock adrift in emptiness. The ordeal concluded, and I caught several system alerts.