My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 760 Merit Points And Purchase

After wandering the island for half a day, we headed back to the guest quarters. The rest of the group scattered to their own chambers, as the previous excitement slowly gave way to a more serene vibe.

Seated by myself in my chamber, I accessed the merit interface, my gaze fixing on the totals that had piled up from sealing two rifts one after the other.

[Merit Points: 45130]

[Rank: XXXX69 → XXX07]

This result proved far better than satisfactory.

Sealing rifts evidently outweighed standard fights in value, which accounted for the steep climb in ranking. Through the System's eyes, preserving the very fabric of existence trumped the count of adversaries taken down en route.

Steve and North had gained from it too. Each snagged nearly 5000 merit points, sufficient to land them on the leaderboard for the initial time. Not topping the charts, but noticeable. A solid beginning.

Curiously, my summoned beings got zero rewards.

Viewed one way, this left me in a tougher spot. Five formidable forces operating at my direction, yet no gains. If the System tallied contributions fairly, my share ought to have been much larger.

A soft chuckle escaped me.

I launched the merit exchange, the display expanding into various sections. I knew precisely my target. I'd settled on it well before arriving at Feradros.

An option that wouldn't thrust me straight into Saint status, yet one that would pave the path there or at minimum shed light on the journey forward.

At this point, knowledge outshone brute force in worth.

[Runic Inscription - Level 1 : 10,000 MP]

[Runic Inscription - Level 2 : 20,000 MP]

[Runic Inscription - Level 3 : 100,000 MP]

[Runic Inscription - Level 4 : 1,000,000 MP]

[Runic Inscription - Level 5 : ??? MP]

[Transcedent Mastery : 10,000 MP]

[Space Elemental : 5,000 MP]

[Saint Ascension : 30000 MP]

I examined each one deliberately.

Runic Inscription caught my eye right away.

Ten thousand for Level 1. Twenty for Level 2. Then the surge to a hundred thousand at Level 3. Level 4 skyrocketing into the ridiculous. Level 5 completely veiled.

That detail revealed plenty on its own.

Runes demanded a measured pace, not haste. The System offered foundations here, not instant might. I'd already sampled superior runes via Ash and my personal trials. Level 1 felt pointless now. Level 3 lay out of reach. Level 2 positioned itself ideally—costly to demand respect, but close enough not to disrupt my ongoing progress.

I dismissed Level 1 instantly.

Transcendent Mastery came up next.

Ten thousand merit points for an upgrade that introduced no fresh skill, delivered no dazzling strength, and boosted no attributes outright. The impatient might overlook it entirely.

Which made it exactly what I needed.

I already pushed the limits of Transcendent tier. Laws, domains, Essence circulation, Law constructs—I wielded them, though perhaps not with flawless precision. Mastery promised smoother operation. Greater command. Minimal drain. Reduced excess. If I aimed to confront Saint-tier foes eventually, a shaky grasp on my present level spelled certain doom.

I kept that one in.

Space Elemental appeared after.

Just five thousand points. A bargain in relative terms.

Yet its true worth lay in utility, not price.

Elemental shift focused on form, not sheer power. Space transcended mere elements; it embodied framework, spacing, division. Shifting into it, even briefly, would alter my dealings with strikes, barriers, and motion alike. Paired with my current laws, it unlocked uncharted routes.

I retained that too.

Saint Ascension loomed last.

Thirty thousand points.

I lingered on it more than the rest. Temptation pulled strong, but time remained on my side and my funds fell short besides.

I excluded it from the list.

With selections locked in, three choices lingered.

Runic Inscription – Level 2. Transcendent Mastery. Space Elemental.

I finalized the buy, watching merit points plummet to a mere ten thousand.

As the deal sealed, the air before me warped. A tiny rift tore open, fist-sized at most, and three memory crystals tumbled free, landing with a gentle clatter on the surface.

I grasped them individually and shattered each without delay.

The absorption kicked off at once.

A torrent of data surged through. I shut my eyes, allowing it to unfold fully. My Psynapse activated on reflex, dissecting the insights into practical segments.

I dove into the Transcendent Mastery segment first, which opened with domain fundamentals.

A domain shouldn't serve as an isolated arena or ultimate technique. Rather, it extended the cultivator's very being. Many Transcendents erred by deploying their domain solely in battle, channeling Essence into it like a tool. It functioned, but wastefully. The crystal stressed that a true Transcendent domain ought to persist in a subdued form constantly, subtly fused with flesh and spirit, poised to unfurl effortlessly.

Law constructs followed suit.

Laws weren't designed to drift apart from the domain. A skilled Transcendent shaped laws into constructs beforehand, then embedded those within the domain. This cut Essence use and sharpened reaction times. No need to summon a law anew; it lingered as a ready framework, primed for deployment.

Integration arrived next.

The crystal illustrated how abilities evolved beyond standalone moves. In advanced Transcendent stages, techniques blended seamlessly with laws and domain dynamics. Take a sword art: it wouldn't just invoke sharpness law, but also mold nearby domain traits to enhance slicing, drive, and continuity. Techniques ceased as mere motions, transforming into domain manifestations.

Runes entered only afterward.

Presented as anchors, not quick fixes, runes integrated slowly into the domain's core framework, bolstering habitual patterns. Safeguards, terrain manipulation, sensing—all could shift partly to runic systems within the domain. The crystal warned that overloading with runes prematurely risked domain collapse, explaining why few Transcendents dared try.

Refinement closed it out.

Each step in Transcendent progression aimed to trim exertion. Smoother Essence shifts with less leakage. Quicker bridges from thought to outcome. Tighter harmony among body, soul, law, and domain. Mastery didn't pile on new powers; it ensured existing ones meshed without friction.

Once the crystal fully merged, the shortfall stood stark.

Raw strength wasn't my shortfall.

I still handled segments of my abilities as disjointed mechanisms.

That flaw demanded correction before dreaming of Saint tier.