My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 647: Into The Battle

I triggered my newly acquired movement technique.

[Chrono-Severance Step]

For a fleeting second, the flow of time warped.

My form blurred into a haze, reappearing instantly in front of Number One. The phantom didn't have a moment to react before I drove my knee upward, slamming it directly into its chest.

BOOM!!

Spiderweb cracks fractured its armor of deathmist. The force of the strike sent it flying like a falling star, crashing through the phantom positioned behind it. Both entities were propelled through the tower’s upper floor, bursting out the opposite side before finally impacting the asteroid with a bone-shaking thud.

The entire foundation trembled from the violence. The remaining phantoms stood paralyzed, their shock palpable despite their blank, featureless faces.

I gave them no quarter.

In a single fluid motion, I swept my blade in a massive horizontal arc.

The fabric of space shuddered as black fissures rippled outward. A crescent-shaped wave of void-edge Essence screamed through the air toward my enemies.

Panic seized the phantoms as they hoisted their weapons, desperately flaring their deathmist shields. Dark vapors swirled around them, thickening into clouds meant to obscure all sight.

It was futile.

My strike tore through their defenses as if they were made of air. Three phantoms were severed cleanly; their bodies were sliced horizontally, and their upper and lower halves began to drift apart in the void.

With a single step, I manifested in the center of the falling remains.

"Devour," I whispered, lifting my left hand.

Deep within my Dawn Core, the Star of Origin pulsed, unleashing a ferocious suction force. The six severed pieces of the three phantoms began to vibrate violently, as though an internal force was ripping them to shreds.

They exploded. Deathmist, armor fragments, and cores—everything was pulverized and pulled directly into my body. Every speck of essence vanished into the Dawn Core, merging with the waiting Star of Origin.

A low hum resonated within my chest.

Their fatal flaw when facing me was obvious: they were composed entirely of deathmist. And I now possessed something within me that consumed deathmist like a ravenous predator.

The Star of Origin acted as a magnet.

And these phantoms were nothing more than fuel.

The surviving phantoms didn't remain idle after that display. Moving in a blur, they circled me to form a loose perimeter. One by one, their voices resonated through the shaking atmosphere.

"Domain."

"Domain."

A chorus of voices followed as the space surrounding me began to twist and darken. Their domains manifested—distorted pockets filled with deathmist, crushing atmospheric pressure, and erratic gravity. Each layer stacked upon the last, attempting to pin me down, imprison me, or drain my speed.

I paid them no mind. My entire focus was locked onto Number One.

Its aura flared like a tempest. The deathmist cloaking its frame thickened until it resembled a dense mass of absolute darkness. Then, with a sudden explosion of power, it lunged forward, resembling a black comet cutting through the sky.

Deathmist trailed behind it like a rocket's exhaust, shredding the surrounding air and local mist. It tore through the domain of one of its own comrades without pausing, scattering the dense clouds with pure momentum.

Number One maintained its speed as it reached me. Its arms swept out, and two colossal hammers materialized in its hands—deathmist solidified into heavy black metal. The moment it gripped the weapons, the phantom’s body started to spin.

In a heartbeat, it transformed into a rotating whirlwind.

The twin hammers became a blur, forming a cyclone of shadow that crashed toward me from every angle. I hoisted my sword just in time for the initial collision.

CRACK–BOOM!!

The air was torn apart by the shockwave.

The second impact arrived before the echo of the first had even died away.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Steel met shadow. Pressure clashed with pressure. Each strike landed with increasing velocity, the blows falling so rapidly that the air turned into a roaring blur. Every hit sent tremors racing down my arms; the sheer mass behind the strikes was enough to crumble mountains.

I retreated a step, parrying.

I took another step back, parrying once more.

My sword traced tight, efficient arcs, deflecting each hammer blow by the narrowest of margins. Flecks of black Essence sprayed around us, illuminating the darkness like falling embers.

Another impact. Another shockwave.

Our movements were so swift that the other phantoms were unable to intervene. Even their domains began to falter under the sheer intensity of our duel.

Then, with a sudden burst of acceleration, Number One dropped its center of gravity. I noticed the move a split second too late. Its knee collided with my chest like a fired cannonball.

THUD!

The force of the blow threw me backward through the sky. I let out a grunt, my body skidding through the air for several meters before I stabilized myself with a surge of Essence.

Number One gave me no breathing room.

It slammed both hammers together in front of its chest. The weapons locked into place, creating a sort of focal frame. Deathmist boiled wildly around its arms, and jagged arcs of black lightning began to dance across the hammerheads.

A tiny speck of darkness manifested between the hammers—dense, highly compressed, and volatile.

Number One let out a roar, "Supernova."

The point of darkness detonated. A colossal pillar of black lightning surged toward me, carving a path through space itself.

I didn't dodge. Instead, I gripped my sword and raised it high.

I brought the blade down with both hands.

BOOM!!

The lightning beam collided with my sword, making the heavens themselves tremble. My arms shook under the violent vibration, but I funneled my essence into the blade and adjusted my stance.

Slowly, bit by bit, I diverted the trajectory of the energy.

The beam began to bend and shift until it was finally redirected. It screamed past my shoulder and plowed into the asteroid below.

For a brief moment, the world went silent. Then the surface below us erupted.

A blinding blast expanded outward, instantly incinerating thousands of abominations. Their forms were shredded like paper caught in a gale.

I turned my eyes back toward Number One. The phantom stood with arms spread wide, deathmist swirling around it like a rising tide.

"Paradox Bloom," it muttered.

Simultaneously, two massive runic circles flared to life—one positioned above me and one below. Both rotated, inscribed with jagged, alien symbols that seemed to etch themselves into the very air. Black lightning spread across their surfaces like growing roots.

I attempted to move.

My body refused to obey.

A chilling realization hit me: these runes weren't targeting my muscles; they were locking down the very space I occupied.

My instincts flared a second before both circles exploded. Twin columns of black lightning surged toward the center, intending to crush me between them.