My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 869 Body Transformation

Vast and boundless, the sky hung over the endless sea without a single break. I floated silently high above, distant from all shores, towns, or beings that could be harmed by my forthcoming trial. Below, the waves rolled in lazy, steady rhythms, ignorant of the upheaval ready to crash upon them.

I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply, guiding my senses inward. The Essence coursing through me had soared to heights far surpassing its former limits, but one ultimate barrier still awaited breaching. This round, no slow advance. I summoned all my Essence, hurling it inward with unwavering focus, distributing it evenly across the four attributes—Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, and Psynapse—holding nothing back.

Instantly upon surpassing the limit, the shift ignited.

Density built within my frame as Essence thickened, weighing more profoundly, like each speck compressed to a primal core. My body endured the strain without shattering, evolving on the spot as a transformation beyond mere amplification unfolded. Right after, my soul stirred.

Expansion surged like an unstoppable flood. My soul space ballooned outward swiftly, shattering old confines with ease. Its swelling registered not in measures, but in raw vastness, as if my being had swollen to fill a grander vessel. The surge persisted until free progress stalled. It decelerated, met opposition, then stopped dead.

Two hundred and fifty feet.

The limit held unyielding.

In that instant, clarity struck: I had hit a milestone, yet not the ultimate one.

Before reflection could deepen, fresh change seized me. A subtle silver sheen bloomed over my skin, flowing effortlessly without my direction. Unlike Essence, it felt alien to past energies I had wielded. It simply manifested, my form attaining a novel phase of being.

With the sheen steadying, surroundings stirred.

Silver now tinted my erupting aura. The sea surface quivered oddly below, waves smoothing flat beneath unseen might. Deeper waters roiled in protest, battling a force unleashed not by skill or principle.

Then Vivi's voice echoed straight into my thoughts.

"You are hurting me."

Her tone rang sharp and strained, unlike any before. Eyes snapped open as truth dawned. This wasn't mere spillover. My raw presence, unbound, crushed against her domain over the world.

Control snapped back at once, quelling the outward press. Ocean turmoil eased, waves reclaiming natural sway, tension lingering briefly before vanishing.

Even restrained, the silver sheen persisted.

My hand lifted deliberately for inspection.

No Essence amassed.

No deliberate law wielding.

Yet fingers stirred, and space cracked faintly, a thin rift propagating then steadying, reality buckling momentarily under the gesture.

Gaze dropped to the sea as hand reached out.

This time, downward pressure applied.

No energy buildup, no evident art, no power chant. Pure motion bore the might.

Sea yielded without delay.

A huge hollow yawned under my palm, waters plunging as if hammered by colossal mass. Nearby swells exploded outward, shoved aside by inherent force merely present.

Silence cloaked my observation of the aftermath. No Essence fueled this. No laws invoked.

This was my flesh.

And now, at last, it matched a Saint's rank.

Suspension over the sea lingered moments more, insight sinking deep. Faint silver sheen clung to my form, not dissipating like spent Essence, but integral as my new essence. No external power drawn.

I embodied it.

Eyes closed gently, attention honing in.

The sheen intensified in harmony, not from command, but alignment. Weightier, more profound, every cell hummed at elevated being. Power no longer pulled from afar.

I generated it.

Breath released, eyes reopened.

"Vivi," I uttered steadily via our link. "Repair the damage."

A hesitation followed.

"What damage?" she queried, truly puzzled.

Glance fell to the lingering chaos below, currents twisted and off-kilter from my meddling.

A soft laugh slipped out.

"Exactly."

No chance for reply as I launched skyward.

No Essence surge, no art triggered. Pure intent propelled me, ripping through heavens as space groaned in protest. Air fractured trailing me, fissures spiderwebbing like shattered panes amid instant atmospheric breach.

From ground view, I'd streak as upward comet.

Seconds later, planetary bonds severed. Void yawned immense and mute around me.

Motion eased.

Abor spun serene far beneath, its bulk aglow from far suns. So remote, it seemed tranquil, belying inner turmoil and might.

I lingered, observing.

A subtle grin curved my lips.

Then pivot.

And thrust onward.

Faster this round.

Form blasted through emptiness, velocity climbing relentlessly. No drag, no caps. Silver sheen brightened amid speedup, faint space fractures trailing, struggling to match pace.

Swifter.

Swifter still.

Stars smeared to streaks.

Deceleration hit amid the planetary asteroid ring, Abor now shrunken, half-veiled by tumbling boulders.

Halt achieved.

Drift among the giants.

Tales of this had reached me.

Hollow Star turned the belt to more than barrier. A shroud system, veiling whole worlds from scouts.

Senses stretched forth.

Revelation dawned.

Vast layered array threading asteroids. Surface scan screamed chaos, but layers hid order. Runic webs linked stones in grand weave.

Sealing laws.

Space laws.

And an oddity.

Uncharted.

Eyes tightened faintly.

Dream.

A principle beyond my ken.

Unlike kin, no space tweak or energy bind. Perception twisted instead, fusing truth and mirage, rendering the array invisible to untrained eyes.

Foot planted on nearby rock, seat taken.

"Right to Insight."

Reality warped.

Runes, weaves, law strata unveiled in sharp clarity as grasp unraveled the construct. Sealing strands meshed spatial bends, dream veil draping all in deceit.

Body leaned in.

This…

Worth mastering.