My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 743: Runic Application

I refused to just wait around doing nothing. Instead, I tackled the problem using the approach that felt most logical to me.

Prior to handling the scrolls once more, I reviewed all the knowledge I possessed. Each occasion when I called upon Absolute. Every moment the Right to Insight provided answers without any rationale. All those times Essence reacted prior to my intent fully taking shape. My focus wasn't on the sensations of those events back then. Rather, I concentrated on their underlying operations.

Thus, I deliberately replayed them, decelerating the sequences in my thoughts and dissecting them down to their core mechanisms. Whenever Absolute imposed a result, Essence didn't rush forth chaotically. It organized beforehand, creating reliable channels prior to any action unfolding. When Insight supplied data, it didn't overwhelm like a torrent. It arrived neatly packaged, structured, and tailored precisely to my processing capacity at that instant.

This revealed that organization had existed all along.

I meticulously followed those inner shifts, matching them to the insights from the scrolls. I tracked Essence's movement from intake to balance, observed how purpose evolved into directive instead of brute power, and identified the points where all elements clicked into position. The correspondence struck right away and carried a touch of unease.

I wasn't circumventing rune systems at all.

In truth, I had been instinctively rebuilding them, absent any labels or defined limits. The basic frameworks emerged initially. The functional sequences flowed in afterward. And ultimately, a profound element secured the full assembly to existence.

Conceptual binding.

Viewing it through this lens made the scheme cease to seem mysterious. It transformed into a process I could replicate reliably.

At that point, I picked up the scrolls anew.

Now, I didn't treat them as guides to novel concepts. I examined them as validation for actions I'd performed intuitively. Starting from the start, I progressed more deliberately than earlier, etching every structure into my recall until I could rebuild it unaided. The foundational runes appeared first, the easiest group, yet the harshest if misinterpreted.

I didn't commit them to memory as mere markings on paper. I ingrained them as interconnections. The points where Essence joined a setup. The manner of its movement. The spots where tension accumulated and the ways it released. Which parts gave way initially under overload, and which persisted through any stress.

Next, I advanced to the operational runes.

These required greater concentration. Trigger mechanisms. Timed intervals in sequences. Transformation and adjustment grids. Such runes didn't merely react to Essence; they analyzed it. Even a slight mismatch didn't merely disrupt the operation. It triggered rebound effects, echoing cycles, or total breakdown at times. I mapped those routes repeatedly until I could detect potential chaos before it arose.

Just then did I turn to the conceptual runes.

I proceeded cautiously with these.

They functioned less as forms and more as proclamations, claims etched into the fabric of reality that endured only with ample Essence support and soul energy reinforcement. Their peril stemmed not from aggression, but from their unyielding nature within the boundaries they set.

With all elements firmly memorized at last, I ceased my perusal.

Testing was now in order.

I swept the table clear mentally and lifted my hand, palm facing up, crafting straight into the space overhead. Essence streamed forth effortlessly, tinged violet, obeying at once as I molded it. Round runes materialized initially, see-through circles stacked atop each other, each etched with evolving geometric designs. Triangles wove with curves. Strokes bent inward on themselves, crafting sealed networks that floated mere inches from my flesh.

These represented the structural runes.

I constructed multiple types, each handling a unique stability factor. One managed the current. Another halted escapes. A third spread strain uniformly through the build. The last binding rune united the whole array. I maintained their poise, observing the violet Essence settle into fluid motion, free of disruptions or opposition.

With the base secure, I incorporated operational runes.

Fresh glyphs emerged amid the current circles, far more complex and lively. Startup spirals twisted toward the center. Boost routes extended then circled back into the framework. Shift grids pulsed in harmony, attuned to my command. I fine-tuned their rhythms until shifts flowed seamlessly, then channeled a measured surge of Essence into the assembly.

The reaction came swift and precise.

Essence flowed in, moved through, altered, and cycled back intact.

Pleased, I broke it apart and started over.

On this round, I modified the purpose.

I reformed the runes atop my palm, the violet forms regrouping into a broader web. Containment structures grew. Functional strata pivoted to release and extension. As I layered in the conceptual element, the goal stood sharp and focused.

Ice and its expansion.

I secured the assembly with a slender soul energy strand and unleashed a surge.

Chill burst forth right away, icy webs sprinting over the space above my hand before pushing further, rime building in fine, forking traces that grew until I halted the stream. The setup performed flawlessly, absent any rebound or wobble.

I let it go, allowing the runes to fade.

By the third try, I skipped consciously picturing each mark. My determination molded Essence straight into solid forms, habit overtaking careful toil.

That's when I paused.

This process hinged more on comprehension than hours spent, and my Psynapse abundance backed it fully. Runes held no strangeness for me. They never had. My realm, my rules, even my Essence control had forever adhered to these tenets.

The sole change now lay in my ability to perceive, label, and craft them with intent.

Therefore, I settled in and shifted attention to the teleportation anchors, drawing straight from the memory crystals' absorbed wisdom. Their designs lingered vividly in my thoughts.

My plan was to take them apart.

I started deconstructing the framework component by component, following every link to its tiniest part, separating each link until no secrets lurked in the intricacy. The anchors thrived on subtlety and hiding, yet subtlety always involved compromises. With a handful of undisturbed hours, I felt sure I could strip the full structure to its basic reasoning and reassemble it under my control.

Deathmist would cease to restrict me.

The Star of Origin in my Dawn Core quivered subtly as I pondered this, a vast pool ready to fuel any demand.

I sensed too the usual push of advancement lingering nearby, the Generator talent nearing its level up, and I anticipated the enhancement eagerly.