My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 679: A New Ability

The ceremony persisted well past the initial, turbulent eruption of evolution.

Beneath the scarlet canopy, the Laws of Fire maintained their supremacy as the crimson haze began to dissipate. Most of the demons remained immersed in their personal battles, trapped in deep meditation or enduring the process in silence. For North, however, the metamorphosis was already reaching its conclusion.

Two hours slipped by.

The intense pressure weighing on her form slowly relented. The gales that had tightly coiled around her body settled into a calm, and her respiration grew steady. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open.

She sat motionless for a brief interval, acclimating to the altered density of her physical form.

A smile touched her lips. That was all the confirmation I required. Folding the fabric of space, I pulled her instantly into my pocket dimension.

The arena vanished from her sight, replaced by the silent vacuum and the hovering world core. North blinked once before regaining her composure almost immediately. Her stance was flawless, as if the very dimensions had adjusted themselves to accommodate her.

An instant later, she reached out and gave my arm a sharp pinch.

"Don’t teleport me like that without warning," she remarked flatly. "At least say something first."

I grinned. "Noted."

Her irritation evaporated as her attention drifted past me. She gazed at the core suspended in the void—a complex structure now saturated with violet Essence—and finally at the subtle crimson pulse radiating from its heart.

"...What is that?" she inquired.

"That," I explained, "is the world core of Armus."

Her eyes sharpened with interest. "The world core?"

"Yes. Every world possesses a world core that determines its rank. The droplet of blood you sense at the center is the foundation of the Blood and Fire Ritual. Every event occurring in the stadium originates from it."

She moved a step closer, narrowing her eyes to inspect the violet currents circulating through the core. "And that Essence," she said, casting a glance my way. "That belongs to you, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I answered simply. "I have seized control of the world core. Armus is now tethered to me."

She remained silent for a moment, processing the revelation. Then she turned her gaze back to the core, her expression a blend of fascination and realization.

"...That explains a lot," she murmured.

"So," I said, observing her intently. "Describe the transformations you experienced. I could sense that the blood mist had a profound effect on your body."

She slowly flexed her fingers and took a single step forward. There was no noise or wasted effort, yet the space in her wake felt cleanly severed, as if reality itself had been sliced without resistance.

"My physical stats improved across the board," she stated. "Strength, Dexterity, Constitution. It wasn't an explosive surge, but a refined one. I feel... efficient." She paused, searching for the right words. "It is as if my body finally understands the correct way to move."

She summoned her status interface and angled it toward me.

I began to review the notifications.

[The Major Law of Silent Cleave]

The details were explicit. This law governed the act of separation through pure intent and kinetic motion. Once North resolved to act, the severance was already a certainty. Whether utilizing a blade, the wind, or her own body, anything in her path would be sliced cleanly. Defenses were not shattered by raw power, but bypassed through flawless alignment. The more silent her movement, the more lethal the strike.

The second notification followed.

[The Major Law of Rolling Momentum]

This law detailed a state of motion that never truly ceased. Every stride, pivot, or blow flowed into the next, ensuring that force was preserved rather than lost. Retreating, dodging, and parrying were no longer defensive concessions; they became wellsprings of strength. As long as North maintained her momentum, her efficiency and control would escalate, making it nearly impossible to interrupt her flow.

Finally, the third evolution manifested.

A new physical ability had crystallized: [Zero-Loss Movement Body].

The system categorized it as a flawless kinetic physique. Her musculature, skeletal structure, and tendons were perfectly tuned to absorb, store, and discharge motion without internal strain or energy waste. Abrupt shifts in direction caused no physical backlash. Moving at high velocities no longer taxed her frame. Even in a state of rest, she held a coiled tension that allowed her to burst into action instantaneously.

North closed the screen and looked at me.

"It didn't feel like I was simply gaining power," she said softly. "It felt like something that was always possible finally clicked into place. I believe it’s the result of the technique Dante bestowed upon me."

I nodded, focusing on her complete status screen.

-------------------------------------------------- Name: North Winter Race: Human+ Class: Vortex Lamina (Legendary) Laws: Level 1: Major Law of Silent Cleave, Major Law of Rolling Momentum Level 5: Minor Law of Aerokinesis, Minor Law of Vorticity, Minor Law of Compression Rank: Grandmaster Level: 291 Attributes: - Strength: Alpha(1670) - Constitution: Alpha(1540) - Dexterity: Alpha(1830) - Psynapse: Alpha(1610) - Essence: A+ Skills: - Cyclone Cleave Level 5 - Blade Rush Level 8 - Windborn Level 7 - Dual Cleave Level 5 - Veil Point Level 7 - Blade Shift Level 9 - Two Step Edge Level 5 - Rolling Death Spiral Level 2 Ability: - Hidden Cleave - Level 2 - Zero-Loss Movement Body --------------------------------------------------

My eyes lingered on a specific line that was previously absent.

"Rolling Death Spiral," I noted, meeting her gaze. "What does this skill entail?"

"That is one I am developing independently," she explained. "It is meant to lay the groundwork for the Level 3 Hidden Cleave." She reached out to expand the skill details.

I scanned the description.

Rolling Death Spiral was a continuous execution skill rooted in perpetual motion. While active, every maneuver or action generated rotational momentum that refused to dissipate.

Instead, this energy was compressed and layered within her movements. The longer she remained active, the more concentrated and lethal the stored force became. Upon release, the gathered momentum manifested as a spiraling slash that surged forward, carrying immense cutting power, atmospheric pressure, and rotational dominance. The strike intensified the longer it was held back, and any potential recoil was negated by her perfect kinetic management.

North dismissed the interface and slowly flexed her palm.

"It doesn't feel like a mere technique," she murmured. "It’s more like... a habit. If I keep moving, the power builds. If I stop, it demands to be released."

"This skill will be devastating in drawn-out encounters," I remarked. "The longer an opponent fails to catch you, the more dangerous you become."

A small smile played on her lips.

"Good," she said. "I’ve never liked rushed battles."

"It suits you perfectly," I agreed.

"So, how much longer will the ritual continue?" she asked. "I'm eager to test these new abilities."

"No problem," I replied. "I'll send you back now."

She nodded and offered a brief wave. With a snap of my fingers, I teleported her directly back to her living quarters.

Once she had departed, I turned my perception back to the outside world, focusing once more on Steve and Primus to observe the ongoing changes within them.