My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 946 God Statue

[Skill Acquired!]

[Ruin Strike 1 (Active)]: Channels the majority of strength and stamina into a single, uncontrolled strike, sacrificing precision and stability to unleash tremendous destructive force.

Effect:

Massive burst damage in a single hitGreatly increased impact and penetrationReduced control during execution

I blinked in brief surprise as the notification appeared, the timing of it almost too precise to ignore, and before I could even process it fully, a stream of information rushed into my mind. The understanding came with it, not learned but already familiar, and I could feel it clearly, the motion, the weight behind it, the way the strike would flow once initiated.

"So convenient," I muttered under my breath.

I took a step forward and my body reminded me immediately.

I shifted slightly, the dull ache still present despite the earlier boost, and without wasting time, I opened the system shop again and moved straight to Recovery. This time, I didn't hesitate on the selection.

Grade 2 Health Potion.

Fifty Combat Points disappeared, and the vial appeared in my hand the next instant. I uncorked it and drank it in one go, the liquid moving down quickly before the effect spread outward, faster and stronger than before. The damage from the earlier hits began to close almost immediately, the deeper wounds tightening, the lingering strain fading as my body returned to full health.

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders once as the last of the discomfort faded.

"Much better."

As the tension left my body, I glanced down at myself and let out a small chuckle. My upper body was bare again, streaked with drying blood, even my pants were torn.

It felt familiar.

For a brief moment, it pulled me back to the early days after I had awakened, when everything had been raw, unrefined, and every fight had been about survival more than anything else, under Arkas' watch.

I shook the thought off and reached for my sword, lifting it slightly to inspect the blade.

The edge wasn't clean anymore. Small chips ran along it, the surface worn from repeated impact, and even without testing it, I could tell the sharpness had dulled just enough to matter in a prolonged fight.

"This won't last much longer," I thought, turning it slightly before lowering it again.

I opened the shop once more, this time moving to the Weapons section, expecting at least a basic replacement, but the moment the options appeared, I paused.

The cheapest one was 500 Combat Points.

I let out a quiet breath, closing the window without another thought.

"I guess I have to work with this for now."

With that settled, I adjusted my grip on the sword and moved forward again, stepping deeper into the forest, where the sounds of movement had already begun to rise once more.

I had just pushed deeper into the forest when a sharp disturbance cut through, something heavy moving fast through the trees off to my right, snapping branches and disturbing the undergrowth in a straight line. I shifted sideways and slipped behind the nearest tree, pressing close to the trunk while keeping my gaze fixed on the direction of the noise.

The reasons for the disturbance came into view seconds later.

Two horses burst through the trees, muscles tense beneath their skin, curved horns jutting forward while their red eyes burned with a single-minded urgency.

They were heading somewhere.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, watching them pass without reacting, their attention fixed ahead as they pushed deeper into the forest.

"Where are you going…" I murmured under my breath, already stepping out from behind the tree once they passed.

I ran behind them.

Keeping distance, adjusting my pace so I wouldn't be noticed, I moved through the trees along the path they had carved, using their noise to mask my own movement while keeping them just within sight. The forest thinned slightly ahead, the density breaking as light filtered through more clearly.

Then the trees opened and a clearing appeared.

I slowed again, stopping just at the edge where the cover still held, my body partially hidden as I looked ahead.

Stone and boulders were arranged in a wide circle, uneven slabs marking the boundary of something. Inside that circle stood a white statue almost 10 feet tall, robed, the figure draped in a hood that obscured its face completely.

The moment my gaze focused on it, a faint red bar flickered into existence above it.

[God Statue]

My eyes narrowed slightly.

At the base of the statue, just in front of it, a circular stone platform had been carved into the ground, smooth compared to the rest of the clearing, and a short distance away, barely a step or two from its edge, a lone wide pillar stood upright, its surface grey and worn, as if it had been used repeatedly for something.

The horses pressed onward without any sign of slowing their pace. The lead horse burst into the clearing and charged directly at the pillar, its head striking the solid stone with a resounding impact.

The force of the collision caused the pillar to tremble subtly, yet the horse did not falter for long. After a brief stagger, it lowered its head once more and charged again.

A third charge followed.

The second horse mirrored the first, immediately joining the relentless assault. Both animals repeatedly drove their horns into the stone, each subsequent strike carrying even greater force than the one before it.

It became evident that their repeated impacts were causing no discernible damage to the pillar itself.

Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound broke the air, originating from their horns. With one final, desperate collision, both horses managed to shatter their own horns against the unforgiving surface. Fragments flew as blood erupted from the impact points, staining their faces as the wounded beasts trembled violently for a moment before their strength gave out completely. They collapsed onto the ground at the pillar's base.

It was at this moment that the pillar began to emit a faint glow, subtle at first, but rapidly growing impossible to ignore. The horses' bodies started to shrink before my very eyes, their forms collapsing inward as if an unseen force was forcefully extracting something from within them. Their flesh tightened, rapidly hollowing out as the blood was drawn away, leaving behind only desiccated husks.

The spilled blood did not pool on the ground.

Instead, it seeped from where they had fallen, flowing unnaturally across the earth. It was drawn toward the circular platform before the statue, guided by an invisible power. The stone immediately absorbed the liquid upon contact, its surface gradually darkening as the blood spread through the intricately carved patterns, infusing each line with a steady, creeping luminescence.

A faint light began to emanate from the circle.

Then, it intensified dramatically.

The entire platform erupted in a sharp, crimson flash. The glow surged upward, as if something within it was coalescing, taking form right before my astonished eyes.

Unconsciously, I found myself leaning forward slightly.

The intense light collapsed inward upon itself.

And then, something stood in its place.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

[Monster Orc – Level 10]

It bore the appearance of any orc I had encountered before: standing close to eight feet tall, its physique was broad and powerfully built, designed entirely for combat. Dense, well-defined muscles rippled beneath its rough, darkened skin. Its head was entirely bald, the surface marred by faint scars that spoke of numerous past battles. Sharp facial features and prominent tusks lent it a perpetually menacing expression, even in repose.

In one hand, it grasped a colossal axe, its blade visibly worn but still imposing in its sheer size. Aside from this weapon, it wore almost nothing, merely a crude skirt fashioned from animal hide around its waist, leaving the rest of its body exposed without any apparent concern for self-protection.

It remained motionless for a moment, surveying the clearing as if gaining its bearings. Then, a low, peculiar laugh echoed faintly through the space.

"So… I'm the first one here."

Its voice was raspy and tinged with unmistakable joy. It then turned towards the statue, took a slight step forward, and dipped its head in a gesture that resembled a bow.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Your Majesty."

Just as I was pondering the unfolding events in the clearing, a system window materialized, providing a clear explanation for everything I had just witnessed.