My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 678: Effects Of The Ritual

As my comprehension accelerated, the imbalance became glaringly obvious. Nearly half of the surrounding blood mist was being pulled toward me alone. I realized that if I maintained this rate of absorption, the progress of everyone else would be severely hindered.

Consequently, I intensified my efforts.

I triggered Psynapse Fracture.

The transformation occurred in an instant. It felt as though a sharp, overwhelming flood had invaded my consciousness, similar to walking into a tempest composed of pure intellect. My mental clarity sharpened to a violent degree. Concepts that typically required hours to grasp were now aligning in mere seconds; I stopped merely observing the Blood Laws and started devouring them.

I attempted to engage the Abyss Core to see if it could directly consume the laws.

There was no response.

Thus, I was forced to continue the difficult way.

Layer by layer, my insight grew more profound. Then, with the same abruptness with which it had started, the process concluded. The blood mist had vanished, having been entirely consumed by me.

I opened my eyes.

Beyond the confines of the pocket space, the demons remained focused on the Fire Laws, though expressions of confusion began to surface on their faces. They had clearly noticed the sudden disappearance of the blood mist. Steve, however, was in a different state. With his eyes open but unfocused, his lips moved in a continuous mutter.

“You piece of shit,” he whispered over and over.

A smile played on my lips.

Utilizing my link to the world core, I reached out toward the blood drop. Since I now grasped the mechanics and was certain the System wasn't heavily interfering, the task was straightforward. By applying my will, I extracted two tiny droplets. I returned one to the earth to sustain the ritual.

The second droplet was kept for my own use within the pocket space.

Outside, as soon as the remaining drop merged with the soil, the blood mist erupted once more. Crimson vapors surged from the glowing veins, drifting through the stadium as if the interruption had never happened. The ritual regained its steady, controlled momentum.

Inside my pocket space, I directed my entire focus toward the blood drop suspended before me.

Slowly and with great care, I maneuvered it closer. Then, with a simple mental command, I fused it directly into my own bloodstream.

A shudder rippled through my frame, bringing with it even greater clarity.

This time, my grasp of the Blood Laws became significantly more acute. The connections manifested themselves without any friction. I perceived how blood served as a conduit—a bridge linking soul and body, memory and evolution. Once again, there was no physical impact on my frame. Not a single change occurred. My physique had long since surpassed the point where blood refinement of this caliber could affect it.

Nevertheless, the acquired knowledge was priceless.

I allowed myself to submerge back into deep comprehension.

Time drifted by in silence.

When I finally looked inward again, my focus shifted toward the Dawn Core.

A new entity was taking shape.

Within that infinite darkness, a tiny island manifested. A volcano began to ascend at its center. Though smaller than the others, its blood-red hue was unmistakable. Wisps of crimson mist swirled around its slopes as it grew, climbing higher until it reached completion.

Suddenly, it erupted with a violent burst. Simultaneously, a familiar chime resonated in my mind.

[Level 5 – Minor Law of Blood]

I slowly let out a breath, allowing the tension to drain away. This was sufficient for now. Elevating it to a major law from this point forward would be a simple matter.

From my vantage point within the pocket space, I turned my gaze back to the outside world.

The ritual was now proceeding without a hitch. Fire Laws washed over the stadium in stable, intense waves, while the demons stayed seated, preoccupied with their individual struggles for breakthroughs. I scanned the crowd with my perception once more, eventually narrowing my search to the three individuals I actually cared about.

They were positioned near the platform, closer than the majority of the crowd. Despite the heavy pressure of the fire around them, they remained steady. That was when I reached out to the world core once more.

The blood drop inside the world core submitted to my will instantly. I pulled out another small droplet, which pulsed faintly in front of me. Without a second thought, I sent it downward, merging it once again with the ground beneath the stadium.

The reaction was instantaneous.

The crimson veins flared with renewed intensity, and a fresh surge of blood mist exploded from the earth. The demons stirred as the smoke billowed out, but I prevented it from scattering randomly this time.

I began to gather it.

Like silk threads pulled toward a magnet, the blood mist took an unnatural path through the air, flowing directly toward Primus, Steve, and North. It enveloped them in a thick, heavy shroud before beginning to permeate their bodies.

I watched the results with interest.

Primus was the first to react.

As the blood mist merged seamlessly with him, I could feel his fire affinity surge immediately. It wasn't a chaotic explosion, but a clean refinement. His understanding of fire grew sharper and deeper; the internal flames became more disciplined and obedient. This ritual was a perfect match for him, and the fire responded to his call with ease.

Steve’s experience was different.

The mist entered him but was met with resistance. His blood took it in, yet showed no enthusiasm. There was no visible improvement or sudden shift. His Lightning remained the dominant force, entirely unmoved. The blood mist drifted through his system like a guest with no place to stay.

I had expected as much.

Then there was North.

The moment she came into contact with the mist, her body underwent a violent reaction.

Her skin flickered red, then returned to its natural tone, then briefly took on a pale silver luster before stabilizing. I could sense her blood temperature rising rapidly as her circulation accelerated past its natural limits. Her heart hammered with a powerful, fast rhythm.

Sweat began to bead on her skin almost immediately.

With furrowed brows and a clenched jaw, she endured the internal pressure. Wind began to stir around her spontaneously—sharp, restless currents that coiled around her shoulders and arms.

Then, the transformations deepened.

Her physical form began to adjust.

The changes were subtle yet undeniable. She grew slightly taller. Her muscles became more defined and tightened naturally; they didn't become bulky, but rather perfectly sculpted. Her blood flowed even faster, no longer resisting the transition but instead facilitating it.

The wind surrounding her ceased its random surging. It began to move with purpose, clinging tightly to her spine and limbs in narrow, disciplined streams. With every breath she took, invisible lines were carved through the air, as if the space itself was being sliced clean.

It was obvious that the blood mist was triggering a genuine evolutionary shift within her.