My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 944 Overdrive

"Yes… initiate," I had already decided.

The system responded instantly.

[Initiating Talent Detection…]

[Scanning Host…]

The air around me shifted.

At first, it was subtle, a faint warmth brushing against my skin, but within seconds it intensified, a golden glow forming around my body, rising from the ground like a slow-burning flame.

The glow thickened, wrapping around my body, and then it went further. I felt it reach inward toward my soul.

For a brief moment, everything else faded, replaced by a strange clarity, as if something was observing every part of me at once. It didn't hurt. But it wasn't comfortable either.

It passed through me like a current, scanning, measuring, judging.

[Identifying Talent…]

The glow pulsed once then vanished.

A new notification appeared.

[Talent Acquired]

[Name: Overdrive]

[Description: Through combat, the host accumulates energy, stored as a chargeable Overdrive Bar.

Energy is generated through:

→ Receiving damage

→ Delivering impact

→ Sustained combat engagement

Stored energy can be released to temporarily enhance physical and cognitive attributes.

[Overdrive Scaling:]

50% Charge → +10% Stat Increase

100% Charge → +20% Stat Increase

150% Charge → +30% Stat Increase

200% Charge → +50% Stat Increase (Maximum Capacity) ]

[Mode Selection: Only one mode can be active at a time. Each mode enhances two attributes.

[Berserk Mode]

→ Strength ↑

→ Dexterity ↑

[Fortress Mode]

→ Vitality ↑

→ Endurance ↑

[Focus Mode]

→ Intelligence ↑

→ Dexterity ↑

[Note:]

→ Higher charge results in greater strain on the body

→ Improper usage may result in instability

"Wow… did I just receive another version of the Generator Core?" the thought surfaced almost immediately, though this time it didn't carry the same certainty as before, instead lingering as I stood still and carefully went through the details again.

The resemblance was there, but only at a surface level, because the more I looked at it, the clearer the difference became, and it was a significant one. The Generator Core had always been about permanence, using essence to drive some stats permanently, whereas this system felt far more restrictive in comparison, limiting everything to the moment rather than allowing it to carry forward.

Everything that was gained would be used and then lost, the enhancements tied strictly to the duration of the Overdrive itself, which meant there was no long-term advantage built into the ability beyond how well I could use it in a fight.

Even so, I didn't dismiss it, because the raw numbers alone were enough to make that impossible, and as I looked at the scaling again, I could already see how much impact it would have in actual combat. A twenty percent increase at the base threshold was already significant at this stage, but pushing it further to thirty, and then all the way to fifty percent at maximum capacity, meant that even in this weakened state, I would be able to create a noticeable gap between myself and anyone operating at a similar level.

Against someone on the same level, it would tilt the fight heavily in my favor, and against someone stronger, it created a window, a brief but critical moment where the difference in strength could be compensated for through timing rather than raw power.

My attention shifted toward the mode selection next, and this time I slowed down even further, reading through each option.

Berserk Mode was the most straightforward of the three, amplifying both strength and dexterity in a way that would directly translate into faster attacks and heavier impact, turning each strike into something harder to block and harder to recover from, which made it ideal for ending fights quickly or overwhelming opponents before they could stabilize.

Fortress Mode, on the other hand, shifted everything in the opposite direction, reinforcing vitality and endurance in a way that would allow me to absorb damage, remain stable under pressure, and continue fighting even when the situation turned unfavorable, making it less about ending the fight quickly and more about refusing to lose it.

Then there was Focus Mode. Intelligence and dexterity together didn't just mean faster reactions or better movement, but cleaner execution, sharper decision-making, and the ability to reduce wasted effort in every action, which in a prolonged fight could matter more than raw strength ever could.

Power when I needed to break through.

Endurance when I needed to survive.

Precision when I needed control.

The limitation of only being able to enhance two attributes at a time was there, but it didn't feel restrictive as much as it felt intentional, forcing a choice rather than allowing everything at once, which in turn meant that using it properly would depend entirely on timing and awareness rather than just activation.

A faint smile formed without me realizing it.

"Time to test it."

I journeyed further into the dense woods, choosing no particular path.

Suddenly, a tremor behind me registered. It was pure instinct; there was no prior indication. By the time I turned, the moment had already passed.

A robust root erupted from the earth, piercing directly through the side of my abdomen from behind. The sheer force propelled me forward momentarily before halting, leaving me suspended for a fleeting second as the impact savagely rent muscle and tissue. All breath was expelled from my lungs, and the world narrowed to the sharp agony as crimson fluid began to saturate my clothes.

My hand instinctively lashed out, grasping the root. With a wrenching twist, I tore myself free, a violent motion that sent me onto one knee the instant my feet touched the ground. Blood welled up immediately, more profusely this time, descending in crimson droplets onto the forest floor as I struggled to stand tall.

I spun around.

At first glance, the tree appeared inert. However, the instant my gaze sharpened, I detected it. Embedded within the heart of its trunk, partially revealed through splintered bark, a brown core emanated a faint, rhythmic pulse, as if a living entity lay slumbering within the wood.

[Monster Bilboa – Level 5]

Before I could fully regain my composure, the ground beneath me quivered once more.

A different tree, merely a few paces distant, stirred simultaneously. Its roots clawed free from the soil, launching themselves toward me in a wide, sweeping assault. I propelled myself upward without hesitation, sidestepping as the root slammed into the exact spot I had occupied moments before, the impact fracturing the very dirt beneath it.

[Monster Bilboa – Level 5]

Not one, but two adversaries. The initial root lunged again, its speed intensified, this time targeting my legs with a lower trajectory. I evaded it with a nimble step, bringing my sword down in a fluid, continuous motion. The blade sliced cleanly through the recoiling root, its severed extremity writhing briefly before succumbing to stillness.

Another root immediately followed.

And then another.