My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 886 Roaring Tide [Bonus Release]

A tremendous gap stretched between us.

He floated right beyond the rift, lingering near its fluctuating border, whereas I stayed distant, hovering high above the battleground. With regular human eyesight from my past life, I couldn't have spotted him from so far away.

Nevertheless, our gazes locked straight onto one another.

"Who are you?" his voice echoed through the emptiness.

I arched an eyebrow just a touch.

He had no idea who I was. Despite all my actions up to now, I'd figured my reputation had spread to every one of them.

"Who are you?" I shot back, a trace of annoyance in my voice.

He didn't hesitate.

"I am Sek," he answered, "the forty-seventh general of the Legion of Iron and Flame."

Forty-seventh? My eyes narrowed a bit.

How many existed altogether?

"I am Billion Ironhart," I declared. "Sovereign of the Blue Spiral Galaxy."

Silence hung for a short instant.

"A Sovereign… from the Blue Spiral?" Sek remarked, his voice altering subtly. "When did a place like your galaxy ever birth one?"

I skipped that question.

Instead, I addressed him once more.

"That's irrelevant," I stated coolly. "Here's what counts: will you shut down your petty scheme and depart… or must I pound some wisdom into you?"

A hesitation followed, then a smile crept onto his face.

It was subtle.

"Offering me such an option… is quite thoughtful," he noted. "Indeed."

His stare stayed fixed on me.

"Yet if I just pivot and retreat," he went on, "I'd violate the orders bestowed upon me."

The silver radiance encircling him intensified a fraction.

"Thus, I fear," he concluded firmly, "you'll need to force me out."

In my mind, a soft laugh sounded from behind.

'Boss… that was slick,' Aurora commented.

'Agreed,' Knight responded evenly.

A faint smirk crossed my lips.

'What can I say,' I shot back mentally, 'somebody's got to establish the vibe.'

With that, I advanced, causing the void between us to fold in on itself.

Sek held his position at first. He merely observed my approach, face impassive. Then a change occurred. The silver aura on him grew stronger, and an oppressive force emanated from his form, starting sluggishly before surging swiftly through the surrounding expanse.

"I suppose," he uttered steadily, "we start now."

"Roaring Tide," he whispered, unleashing his domain. The area behind him warped, then ruptured.

A colossal river materialized, surging through the vacuum, composed wholly of that same black crystalline material from the spikes. It flowed like a viscous fluid, dense and ponderous, but harbored the keen edge of unyielding crystal. Its surface undulated, curling inward, perpetually morphing as though ready to assume any form desired.

As soon as it emerged, the void splintered. Fine cracks radiated around the river's path, struggling to support its mass. Each shift exerted immense force, scraping at reality, warping all nearby.

The river refused to linger in his rear. It surged ahead and outward. Soon, it started twisting and surrounding.

Portions lifted and contorted, crafting forms—barriers, swords, enormous appendages—before melting into the stream and reemerging in new spots. It lacked stillness. Alive through its flow, it evolved without cease.

I sensed it: laws of gravity, keenness, and countless other principles woven into its essence. Whatever entered that torrent would get pulverized, decelerated, devoured by its mass before responding.

Sek lifted his hand and intoned.

"Void Dispersion."

The impact struck instantly and dominantly. Rather than crashing ahead like a tidal surge, the enormous black crystalline river exploded outward in a savage burst, fragmenting into myriad shards that blanketed the whole battlefield. The former unified stream transformed into a pervasive tempest of shadowy specks, every piece retaining the original's heft and compactness. They spread purposefully, not haphazardly, infiltrating every nook of the conflict zone, lodging in debris, torn voids, and zones held by both sides' troops.

I sensed it pervading all. No longer split, the battlefield fell under total possession.

My face hardened as the truth dawned. This wasn't a directional onslaught; it granted absolute mastery over the surroundings.

Sek's hand descended a touch, his words trailing after.

"Void Revival."

The dispersed specks reacted without delay.

Over the battlefield, they drew inward, forming thick groupings that swiftly solidified. In places, they coalesced into huge creature-mimicking entities, forms shaky but mighty, bellowing upon manifestation. Elsewhere, they solidified into armaments—swords, lances, serrated arrays—that hurtled at the Naga ranks. The Eternal forces integrated effortlessly, wielding these fresh creations to amplify their charge, advancing with fresh vigor.

Strain on our forces mounted abruptly.

My summons clashed from various angles, adapting to the abrupt intensification, as Naga lines compressed amid battling the legion plus these emergent foes.

Near me too, the specks started clustering.

Initially a slender ribbon in the air, it soon swelled to a robust current, orbiting my spot. This current ballooned outward, then fragmented, remolding into human-shaped silhouettes. In moments, thousands arose, each bearing the river's original burdensome aura.

In unison they pressed on, their collective mass warping space around me while encircling from every side.

"Impressive feat," I murmured, shutting my eyes.

Rather than external response, I extended my senses anew, now purposefully. No broad scan of the field—instead, I honed in, singling out one factor amid the turmoil.

The black crystalline material.

It differed from all else. Amid deathmist, entities, and mutable space shards, it remained unique, bearing unique heft and mark. Foreign to this arena, it was forged, molded via merged laws.

This simplified things. My focus latched onto it.

Fully attuned, I whispered.

"[Right to Anchor.]"

Long since last invoked. As the invocation shaped, the law activated.

[Right to Anchor: Within the Domain, select any physical, elemental, or law-based condition and bind it to a fixed state. While anchored, it cannot rise, fall, speed up, slow down, or transform until the Executor releases it.]

Ideal for this chaos. I targeted the material outright. And fixed it.

A wave emanated from me, sweeping the full battlefield at once. It traversed Nagas, Eternals, floating voids, shattered bits, finally adhering to the black crystalline essence.

And instantly, all halted.

Entities iced in position. Creatures paused mid-stride, arms hovering, figures rigid as if severed from time. Unfinished specks froze midway.

Sek's whole domain stilled completely.

I reopened my eyes. A sly grin tugged at my mouth as I regarded him.

His face stayed neutral. Yet I perceived it.

The pushback.

His domain strained against, seeking motion, dominance—but encountered an impassable barrier.

My Right.