My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 884 The Weight Of The Chains

Slowly, I lifted my hand, fixing my gaze firmly on the tablet overhead.

The chains obeyed.

Initially, the reaction was faint. A subtle quiver coursed through them, a profound hum reverberating across the emptiness like some primordial force stirring awake. Then the motion intensified. The colossal crimson chains started to stir, detaching from their secured spots and ascending under my command.

They were gigantic.

From afar, they resembled crimson pillars slicing through the cosmos, yet as they shifted, their immense size revealed itself. Each segment dwarfed entire war machines, etched with symbols that throbbed dimly as they activated. Their mass wasn't merely material—it warped reality around them.

I stayed suspended in the middle, hovering amid them.

One chain on my left side.

One on my right.

Suddenly, the burden struck.

Despite my Saint body being active, the pressure hit me right away. An intense strain seeped into my frame, like an overwhelmingly heavy force now linked straight to me. My muscles tightened, my breaths grew shallow, and briefly, the silver aura encasing me wavered from the strain.

I gritted my teeth.

"...Good," I whispered.

The chains ascended further. The whole battlefield fell utterly silent, all eyes fixed on the dramatic display. Then I thrust my hand ahead.

They surged after it.

Resembling twin colossal serpents released into the abyss, the chains lunged forward, ripping through the void in their path. They warped everything nearby, shoving aside floating debris and spatial pockets as they barreled toward the rift.

Toward the black crystalline spikes.

One enormous spike loomed straight in front, buried deeply into the shredded space, keeping the rift pried open.

The chains arrived.

And wrapped around it.

They coiled in thick layers, segment by segment clamping tight as they constricted. The crimson radiance brightened, securing the spike like a conquest.

I dipped my hand a bit.

And yanked.

Opposition came instantly.

The spike resisted fiercely. Rooted profoundly, it gripped the rift with tremendous power, shoving back at me with full might.

The burden on my body spiked abruptly.

The silver aura around me intensified as I strained more, my whole form rigid under the onslaught.

Gradually, the spike started to budge.

Even as it shifted, the counterforce didn't lessen. It seemed the rift itself clung desperately, digging it in further with each second. The chains groaned, segments clenching, humming from the tension.

The progress halted entirely.

I squinted my eyes.

"Not enough…"

I inhaled deeply and released it steadily.

"Node 1 activate."

The transformation hit instantly.

A rush coursed through me, muscles contracting as pure power surged into every fiber. The silver aura thickened, becoming more solid and weighty, turning the prior oppressive load... bearable.

I tugged much fiercer.

The spike jerked free swiftly.

It ripped out entirely.

The ensuing roar wasn't mere sound—it was as if space tore asunder when the huge crystalline spike detached from the rift. Cracks spiderwebbed the gash as its stabilizing anchor vanished.

Overhead, the Eternal legion mobilized.

Iron and flame troops guarding the spike charged ahead, morphing shapes to block the chains, resecure, or brace the framework.

They failed to reach.

Upon contact with the chains, they disintegrated. Forms shattered on the spot, incapable of enduring the power pulsing through the red links, vanishing utterly like they'd been wiped out.

I hauled the spike upward.

It ascended over the battlefield, enormous and teetering, still pulsing with rift energies.

Then I adjusted my footing.

And with a bellow, I smashed it down. BOOM!

The spike slammed into another firmly lodged in the rift, the clash quaking the entire field as the two behemoths smashed together with cataclysmic might.

The shockwave swept the void.

Both spikes quaked from the blow, fissures racing over their faces like shattered ice. Their collision point buckled inward, the dark crystal fracturing as shards peeled off into the emptiness. The rift itself convulsed wildly, borders shimmering and folding chaotically as core stability faltered.

Yet it fell short.

The spikes endured.

I ground my teeth, the strain flooding back into me. The chains clenched anew at my order and resolve, their heft bearing down as I compelled fresh motion.

"Come on…"

I dragged the spike back up.

It lifted once more, sluggishly now, defiance persisting at every inch. Muscles knotted, silver aura flaring erratically as I battled the load.

Next, I hammered it down harder.

The follow-up crash devastated more.

The smash deepened cracks in both, big chunks shearing off and tumbling away. The rift convulsed behind, distorting wildly as volatile power erupted from the wrecked anchors.

Still, full destruction eluded.

I breathed out harshly, grip firming.

"One more."

I hoisted the spike higher, battling accumulating fatigue and the drag threatening to yank me along.

Finally, I crushed it downward. This time, they exploded.

Both spikes disintegrated utterly, frameworks crumbling under the onslaught into myriad shards hurtling through the void. The chains held firm, drifting unbound now, crimson light unwavering as though unscathed.

I let out a heavy breath.

The load lifted.

I shut down Node 1, the power rush ebbing as the silver aura softened. My hold on the chains slackened, releasing them fully. They receded, free from my influence.

Far too massive for prolonged grasp.

Before me, the rift convulsed at once.

Losing two anchors destabilized it. The vast gash contracted, borders drawing together, folding as sustaining force waned.

Briefly, closure seemed imminent.

Then the leftover six spikes ignited.

They blazed.

Dark luminescence swept their forms, and instantly, the rift steadied. Shrinking borders froze, the tear retaining shape despite obvious duress.

I narrowed my gaze.

"Six more…"