My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 649: Arrival Of The New Summon

Approaching the shivering phantom, I placed my palm against its chest. Beneath its skin, the deathmist recoiled instinctively, as if sensing the inevitable end.

"Submit," I commanded in a low voice.

The Null Heart responded instantly. A powerful suction pulled at my core, causing the surrounding world to thin out like a layer of reality being stripped away. First, all sound vanished; then the light failed, and eventually, the very concept of space collapsed around me.

When my eyes opened again, the asteroid was gone.

I stood within the familiar void of the Null Heart—a realm devoid of horizon or sky. Only cracked stone stretched beneath my feet, surrounded by an oppressive, endless dark.

In the distance, the ancient door manifested from the shadows. Ancient runes etched into its surface flickered with a dim glow, as if struggling to recall a light they once possessed. As the door settled into place, dust cascaded from its frame.

A chain erupted from my chest, lashing out before I could even command it. It slammed into the door with a resonant, echoing thud. In response, the runes flared to life, lines of brilliance creeping across the surface as the massive door trembled under the impact.

A narrow crack appeared.

A sphere of dark red light drifted out, swirling like trapped smoke inside a glass vessel. Contained within was the soul of Number One, torn from its physical vessel and shackled by the Null Heart.

The chain coiled around the orb and dragged it toward me. The sphere sank into my chest, merging directly into the heartspace where the Null Heart resided. Beside the white core, a second one materialized—darker, heavier, and pulsing with a restrained, rhythmic power.

The connection solidified with a subtle tug on my consciousness. The moment the bond was established, a sudden pulse surged through my mind.

It was a memory. Her memory.

My vision blurred as the world tilted. When my surroundings stabilized, I was in a completely different place, drifting in the eye of a tempest that belonged to no realm I recognized.

An eternal twilight sky stretched overhead. Below lay a churning sea of electric blue clouds. Lightning cascaded like rain, with hundreds of strikes per second, each bolt possessing the power to pulverize mountains.

And at the heart of this devastation... she sat.

A humanoid figure composed entirely of lightning, her form flowing like a living current. Her hair was a cascading river of blue sparks, dancing with every shift of the gale. Her eyes were two pale arcs, glowing softly amidst the surrounding violence.

Yet, she remained perfectly still.

Bolts capable of shattering planets thundered down on all sides, but none struck her. Every strike veered away at the final moment, bending unnaturally as if the tempest itself bowed to her presence.

A voice resonated through the gale.

"You cannot resist it forever."

The being of lightning offered no reply, though her shoulders tensed. The air around her hissed violently as waves of unstable electricity agitated the clouds.

"You were birthed from the storm’s core," the voice went on. "Destruction flows in your blood. But mindless destruction makes you a beast... not a warrior."

The girl raised a hand, causing the lightning on her skin to flare intensely. A nearby bolt lunged toward her, twisting and snarling like a predatory serpent.

She slowly closed her fist. The bolt flattened into a shimmering, thin thread of energy, completely tamed within her palm.

When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, nearly soft against the roar of the storm.

"I do not wish to destroy everything I touch."

There was a pause. The storm howled, yet the voice within it softened with warmth.

"Then learn to command the lightning, child. Give it shape. Do not permit it to shape you."

More bolts slammed into the surroundings, hitting the clouds like the beat of a war drum.

The girl stood up. Lightning flowed down her arms in fluid currents, pooling at her fingertips. The energy condensed, manifesting the silhouette of a longbow forged from pure blue light.

She pulled back the string, and a radiant arrow appeared.

"A storm does not ask," the voice declared. "A warrior chooses."

She loosed the arrow.

The entire sky split wide, a streak of pure brilliance carving through the tempest.

As she watched it vanish, the lightning surrounding her finally grew quiet. The storm obeyed her will. Then, the vision shattered like glass.

I took a sharp breath and found myself back on the asteroid, my hand still resting on the phantom’s chest.

Its form began to disintegrate immediately. Fractures spread across its torso as deathmist leaked out in narrow streams. The armor turned to dust, followed by the limbs and chest, until the entire figure dissolved into drifting ash.

By the time the final fragment vanished, the bond was fully established. Number One was now mine.

I reviewed the memory in my mind, playing it from beginning to end. On the second pass, everything felt even clearer.

There was no longer any doubt. Before death had transformed her into a phantom, Number One was an elemental. A genuine lightning-born soul.

The realization filled me with genuine excitement.

She would be only the second summon I had obtained from a phantom, and unlike Lyrate, she possessed the purity of a true elemental bloodline. The sheer potential made my heart race.

With that thought, I transmitted a command through our bond. A crimson circle spun open at my side, its perimeter glowing. Dense crimson mist billowed out, spiraling upward as Essence molded itself into a physical shape.

I watched the mist intently as the silhouette took form.

Initially, it was just a faint outline—tall, graceful, and feminine. Then the mist began to clear, and the details became sharp.

Her long hair settled first, cascading down her back in smooth, deep blue strands. Moments later, her eyes blinked open—two glowing blue arcs that shone softly even in the dimness of the asteroid.

Her skin was smooth and pale, possessing the faint, natural luster often seen in elemental beings during life. A form-fitting white dress materialised over her body, hugging her curves naturally and settling across her full chest and athletic frame with effortless grace.

A gentle spark flickered in her eyes. She took a breath, as if sampling the air... and then stepped fully out of the mist, standing before me with quiet poise.

Electricity hummed in the air around her, subtle yet undeniable, like a storm lurking behind a clear sky.

Her eyes met mine, initially vacant and confused... until a small spark of recognition flickered across her face.

I smiled. My newest summon had finally arrived.