My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 853 Fusion Of Energies

That brief glimmer of silver proved sufficient, and the essence surged backward at my command.

Thousands of fresh constructs materialized in an instant.

Swords.

Spears.

Chains.

A veritable storm of weaponry took shape throughout the sky, turning the battlefield into a hovering arsenal of violet radiance. As I extended my palm, the constructs lunged forward.

Aurora met them head-on.

Lightning ignited across the heavens as she summoned a tempest vast enough to shroud the entire bank of clouds. Bolts slammed into the oncoming armaments, while arcs of discharge sliced through formations of essence blades.

Lyrate pushed her manifestations even further.

The vines she had cultivated sprawled across the firmament, interweaving into massive structures that unleashed spears of condensed life energy in my direction.

Silver’s twister descended simultaneously.

Wind blades carved through the air with ferocious intensity as the gale attempted to rend the essence constructs encircling me.

Ragnar broke through the cyclone yet again with another gravity-fueled jump, his club pulverizing layers of weapons before colliding directly with the shield around my form.

The impact forced me to tilt backward in the air.

By a mere few centimeters.

From the island below, Steve let out a loud laugh.

"Oh, that was close!"

I regained my composure and wore a thin smile.

"Not bad at all."

Then, I snapped my fingers. The surrounding essence responded instantly.

The constructs multiplied.

Thousands swelled into tens of thousands, filling the sky with violet weaponry spiraling like a celestial gale. Every assault from my summons crashed against the expanding defensive barriers while the leftover constructs counterattacked from every angle.

Knight emerged from the shadows once more, only to be met by several blades awaiting him.

Aurora’s lightning storm fractured as dozens of essence chains coiled around the currents of electricity.

Silver’s tornado collapsed against rotating walls of constructs. Ragnar’s subsequent strike encountered an entire fortress of solidified essence that manifested instantly around me.

The sky turned into a theater of overwhelming force. For several minutes, the conflict raged, with cosmic laws clashing against raw manipulation of essence amidst the clouds.

Eventually, Ragnar began to slow.

He hovered in the air, lowering his club slightly, while gazing at the endless array of weapons still orbiting me.

"Alright."

He surveyed the sky with disbelief.

"That is just ridiculous."

The others began to withdraw as well.

Knight retreated from the darkness, while Lyrate allowed her massive life-energy constructs to dissolve into drifting motes of essence. Aurora dispelled her lightning, and Silver’s wings folded as he reverted to his human persona.

Ash’s sealing runes faded quietly amidst the vapor.

Far below, Steve provided a single salute of applause.

"Well… I believe that answers the question."

North wore a faint smile as she observed the battlefield settling down.

"You did not even budge."

I exhaled slowly, casting my eyes over the floating constructs still drifting across the horizon. At a glance, they seemed like ordinary essence weapons—blades and spears fashioned from condensed energy—yet that conclusion would have been mistaken.

Had they been simple essence constructs, they would not have endured even a fraction of the time against the combined efforts of the six of them.

I raised my hand slightly.

With a subtle flick of my fingers, a dagger materialized within my grip.

It appeared simple at first—a slender, short blade, radiating a faint viridian hue. However, as I scrutinized it, I could discern something deeper woven into its architecture.

A detail I had not consciously incorporated.

Runes.

And something even more significant.

Soul energy.

Delicate violet runic patterns rippled across the surface of the dagger, while faint pulses of soul power hummed within its core. These two types of energy were perfectly intertwined, bolstering the construct far beyond the limits of standard essence shaping.

The most peculiar part was that I hadn't deliberately engineered any of it.

It occurred automatically.

Every construct I manifest carries a fragment of my soul energy, fused with runic structure and condensed essence. The three components align naturally, yielding weapons significantly more potent than standard energy constructs.

For a moment, I observed the dagger in silence.

"So, this is what it implies."

The default existence of a Saint.

The realization settled gradually into my awareness. Saints do not merely command essence more effectively than Transcendents. Their power resides on an entirely different foundation.

They possess the ability to merge essence with soul energy.

The result is a completely different quality of power.

Now I understood with greater clarity why Amun had stressed the importance of fortifying my soul to such an extreme extent.

Without a sufficiently formidable soul, such a fusion would be a impossibility.

I tightened my grip, and the dagger dissipated into light particles.

"I wanted to discern whether your collective strength could challenge a newly evolved Saint," I suggested calmly.

Aurora’s lightning flickered slightly as she kept her gaze locked on me.

"And, can we?"

I offered a slow shake of my head.

"Individually, no."

I gestured toward the fading remnants surrounding us.

"You are all exceptionally strong. Stronger than any Transcendent in this entire galaxy."

My eyes passed from one to the next.

"Yet, Saints function on a different plane. They integrate two energies, essence and soul energy, into a singular entity."

I pointed to the constructs I had just conjured.

"Look at these. Once those two energies unite, the resulting force becomes vastly more sophisticated. The essence itself takes on a higher quality than what a typical Transcendent can ever achieve."

Ragnar frowned slightly while examining the dissolving weaponry.

"So that is the reason those things were so difficult to shatter."

"Indeed."

Aurora folded her arms.

"So, we have no chance?"

I shook my head once more.

"Any one of you, alone, would struggle to battle a Saint."

Then, I regarded all six of them together.

"But working in unison?"

A subtle smile touched my lips.

"You could certainly bring one down."

"All together?" Lyrate frowned, clearly unsatisfied with that assessment. "I do not enjoy the sound of that. When are you ranking up? I need to attain Saint status as soon as possible, lest some Saint arrives and swats me like a gnat."

A soft chuckle escaped me.

"Soon. Very soon."

Their interest piqued as I continued.

"My merit points are growing rapidly, and my physical attributes are progressing nicely. The primary obstacle at the moment is soul energy."

Aurora tilted her head slightly.

"Are you referring to the requirement Amun mentioned?"

I provided a nod.

"To reach the threshold, I must expand my soul to a radius of three hundred and thirty-three feet. This means I require a vast intake of pure soul energy."

Ragnar scratched his head.

"Where exactly would one even locate something like that?"

"I wish I held the answer," I replied with a shrug.

"I have tasked Primus with the investigation. He has been broadening our intelligence network throughout the nearby systems; if there is a location where soul energy accumulates naturally, he might uncover it."

"And if he fails?" Lyrate pressed.

"Then we shall appeal to the Nagas."

Aurora’s expression shifted slightly.

"You mean Xeron?"

"Aye," I stated casually. "The old man."

Ragnar snorted at the description, while Knight’s eyes sparkled briefly with amusement.

After a moment, I waved my hand, diverting the conversation.

"Regardless."

My gaze swept across the group.

"What is the status of the preparations for the Grade Three rift?"

Aurora answered without hesitation.

"Everything is prepared. We were merely awaiting your return from the island."

"That is excellent," I remarked. "If we succeed in sealing this Grade Three rift, the merit bounty should be substantial. It will mark our first encounter at that tier."

Silver crossed his arms in deep thought.

"And the accord with the Nagas?"

I nodded.

"Xeron guaranteed quite a bounty. Compensation, armaments, armor, and even some combat vessels."

Ragnar’s eyes brightened.

"That will certainly assist Primus in growing the army."

"Precisely."

The Order of Absolute is still in its infancy. While most of our strength is derived from individual power, lasting influence necessitates both infrastructure and personnel. The resources from the Nagas will accelerate that project.

"But honestly," I added with a wry grin, "the loot is not the primary reason for my interest."

Knight’s expression sharpened.

"The combat?"

"Indeed."

Knight nodded slowly.

"I have heard that Grade Three rifts are entirely different. The Eternal forces themselves begin to materialize there, far beyond mere phantoms and abominations."

"That is exactly what Xeron claimed," I replied.

I then turned my sight toward the far horizon, where the clouds were starting to shift.

"Well," I said with composure. "We shall discover the truth soon enough."