My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 825 Contract Nullification

The scarlet slash refused to dissipate after the first impact. It advanced relentlessly, scraping against the descending golden finger with fierce abrasion. In the heavens, the two powers collided like clashing waves, each refusing to give way right away. Bursts of red light rose in heavy surges while golden glow cascaded down in solid streams, both striving to overwhelm the opponent. The atmosphere quaked from the confrontation, and the finger's surface wavered where the energy blade dug in.

Cracks propagated over the golden structure, yet the sky above reacted. The rift expanded even more, unleashing a thicker torrent of golden illumination that enveloped the finger as if providing support. The force grew stronger, pressing back against my slash, seeking to submerge it with overwhelming quantity.

I sensed the pressure distinctly.

Almost my entire Essence had been poured into that blow. My meridians still ached from the abrupt depletion, and Prarambh vibrated in my hand as if urging for more than I could risk giving.

Then, right in the heart of that battle, a system interface appeared before me.

It blinked once, its words somewhat garbled as though fighting for sharpness.

[@#%# contract exist with the System]

[Nullify]

[Yes]

[No]

Even during the ongoing conflict, I comprehended it.

The golden manifestation wasn't just an assault. It represented enforcement. Some contract provision deep in the System's core rules had activated, and the finger served as its implementation.

My hold on Prarambh clenched tighter. Doubt didn't enter my mind.

"Yes," I declared.

As soon as the choice took shape, the sword responded.

The red streak down its middle ignited in deep scarlet again, but this occasion the outburst didn't sap my stores any further. Rather, a different change occurred. The golden shine encasing the finger shuddered wildly, like its protective shell had been peeled off.

The System's influence over the structure started to disintegrate.

The thick golden sheath that had bolstered the finger broke apart into scattered threads of light drifting into the heavens. Deprived of that anchoring coat, the projection lost its unity. The crimson slash pressed on without obstacle.

The energy blade sliced neatly through the structure.

The enormous finger divided into halves. The two parts pulled apart at the point of contact. Gravity asserted itself. The cut pieces started plummeting toward the enclosed city underneath.

Before the pieces could drop too far, I thrust both palms forward and summoned several devouring whirlpools in the air. Shadowy funnels emerged throughout the sky, broad and ravenous. They tugged at the tumbling golden chunks, ripping them into flows of pure power.

The debris broke down while falling, sucked into the whirlpools as elongated bands of dimming glow.

The ingested power channeled straight to the generator nucleus. Essence flooded back into my meridians, replenishing vitality at a rapid pace. The void from the prior attack refilled gradually, the heat in my center easing as renewal took hold.

Overhead, the broken sky mended fully.

The golden aura disappeared. No further aid came, and silence fell over the area.

Prarambh's glow softened step by step, the scarlet tint in its midst reverting to silver while the devouring whirlpools shut down sequentially. The final traces of golden power got refined and integrated.

I brought the sword down gently and commanded Prarambh to return to the Dawn Core. The weapon faded from my hand in a subtle gleam, slipping back to its position above the ascending steel landmass inside.

Beneath me, the ancient Naga stayed kneeling, gazing up as if he'd seen a corpse revive.

"How is this possible," he whispered, his tone empty.

A subtle grin pulled at my mouth. "Even I do not know. I simply slashed my sword, and then it was done."

His head jerked fiercely. "No… no, no. This is not possible. We had a deal with the System. No…" His voice climbed into a shattered yell. "No!"

I advanced and slammed my foot directly into his visage. The blow whipped his head rearward and slammed his form into the soil with devastating might. The ground caved in under him as clouds of dirt and shattered rock burst out.

Before he could try to recover, I acted once more. In the following moment, I loomed above him and locked the area encircling his damaged frame. His form stayed trapped in a static position, incapable of moving even a digit.

"I will come back," I stated calmly. "You only need to wait here for a few minutes."

With no further speech, I launched skyward.

I rose far over the sealed city and halted, floating in the clear sky. For a short instant, I shut my eyes and allowed my awareness to turn inward.

Inside the Dawn Core, the concealed middle island throbbed softly. The scarlet chain Amun had placed in me lay there, wrapped around my essence's heart. I summoned it wordlessly.

The chain obeyed.

A wave emanated from my frame, traversing the planet's dimensional weave.

It didn't require much time. I detected it.

A hidden realm housing the world core.

I opened my eyes.

With one stride, I bent space and reached the hidden barrier. The atmosphere ahead wavered lightly, exposing a delicate curtain dividing the external realm from the secret room beyond.

I reached out and pushed ahead.

The curtain divided.

Without pause, I passed through.

Beyond the curtain, the area transformed into a shadowy pocket akin to prior world cores I'd met. The environment hung heavy and stagnant, filled with deathmist twisting in dense coils through the air. At the heart of the area hovered the six-sided world core, spinning leisurely on a upright axis. Its panels gleamed dark and metallic, every side inscribed with stacked runes that throbbed dimly amid the haze.

Deathmist streamed into it in constant flows, powering its spin.

I skipped lingering on the sight.

I stretched my arm and invoked the Abyss Core. The deathmist reacted at once, ripped from the area in fierce currents as it got consumed and pulled into me. The dark haze contracted swiftly, peeled from the six-sided core and devoured before renewal could happen. In exchange, I emitted violet Essence.

The area altered.

The formerly shadowy core lightened as violet power inundated its pathways. The spin hesitated momentarily, then steadied under my command. The runes carved on its panels changed hue, moving from muted black to subtle violet streaks as my Essence supplanted the deathmist in its makeup.

In mere seconds, the world core escaped Hollow Star's grasp.

It heeded me.

Outwardly, the impact struck right away. A violet wave radiated from the core across the planet's dimensional grid. It swept through layers of earth, seas, skies, and urban zones alike.

Then the data started pouring in. The link unlocked completely, and the world unveiled its secrets.

Urban areas expanded in my mind, unfolding sequentially. I observed neighborhoods where various races coexisted seemingly in harmony. Yet as I probed deeper, the reality sharpened into focus.

Wrath built gradually inside me.