My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 794 Brother? System? Sword?

His steps grew more deliberate now, slowed not by doubt, but by sheer fatigue. Though his frame teetered on the edge of collapse, his stare stayed locked on the blade. Doubt found no foothold in his eyes, nor did fear or wavering. At last, he ascended to the peak.

The atmosphere up here carried a distinct quality. It hung calm and pure, free from the fierce battles that had rattled the slopes far below. Even the breeze appeared to steer clear of this spot, as if reluctant to intrude upon the figure dominating its heart.

Theras halted mere paces from the weapon and inhaled deeply.

Viewed from nearby, the sword seemed remarkably plain.

Engravings adorned its handle, patterns unlike anything he'd encountered. Delicate curves twisted and swirled over it, crafting designs that evoked constellations, groupings, and immense voids separating them. These weren't mere ornaments. They formed a chart.

A chart depicting realms far beyond this mere peak.

The edge gleamed pitch-black, swallowing light like endless night. One slender silver streak pierced its core from base to point, flawless and direct. Half-sunk into the rock, the blade left the stone unfractured. No energy pulsed from the artifact. It emitted no overwhelming might.

Theras advanced. His fingers extended. They wrapped firmly around the grip.

Instantly upon touch, his form went rigid.

His crimson gaze expanded a fraction. A panel materialized in his view.

It hadn't sprung from the weapon. It simply manifested ahead of him.

Hovering in the air.

[Initialising….]

Theras fixed his eyes on it.

His hold on the hilt clenched without thought, yet he held back from yanking.

I sensed it as well.

I perceived it clearly.

Not like a remote watcher piecing together hazy recollections, but vividly, without flaw, as if the scene granted me direct sight of his experience, unmarred by any haze.

This didn't belong to his reality. This was the System. The very framework that shaped my own being.

The panel altered.

[Initialisation complete.]

Fresh text emerged below.

[New coordinates detected.]

[New host detected.]

[Talent detected.]

Theras's face shifted.

Perplexity.

He blinked at a measured pace, his gaze sweeping over the suspended words like someone grappling to comprehend the sight. His fingers stayed put. He refused to let go of the sword.

The panel persisted.

[Permission to Begin?]

Theras's brow creased just a bit.

"What is this?" he whispered to himself.

His tone held zero familiarity. This was utterly new to him. He grasped none of it. The System meant nothing to him.

His mouth opened slightly, as if words were forming again, as if he meant to answer the query hovering there.

Yet the scene fractured. The peak dissolved. The blade faded. Reality plunged into void.

And I snapped back.

My lids lifted gradually.

The shattered peak, its heights, and the obsidian sword all evaporated, replaced by the quiet confines of the forsaken dwelling. The fractured rock walls loomed just as before, barren and devoid of life. The Essence shield I'd erected around me held firm, its subtle purple glow flickering softly, sealing me off from the lifeless metropolis beyond. The stunned Naga stayed immobilized exactly where I'd positioned him, held in stasis, his breaths faint and oblivious to the events that had transpired.

For several moments, I stayed still.

The scene clung on.

Not dissolving like a dimming dream, but sharp and whole, each instant captured with eerie precision. The peak lingered in my mind's eye. The sword remained vivid. Theras stood there still, fingers clutching the handle, his features twisting for the first time away from assurance or detachment.

Perplexity.

I directed my sight downward to the tome cradled in my grasp.

The second leaf lay exposed.

The depiction of the blade lodged in the mountaintop gazed up at me, unaltered and mute, its ebony edge and lone silver vein rendered with flawless detail. Crowning it, the heading stayed fixed.

Brother.

My stare dwelled on that term. It defied logic.

No part of the scene had clarified it. The blade hadn't uttered a sound. It offered no greeting. It merely displayed the System panel. No words rang out, no proclamation, no nod to bond or tie. Still, the label wasn't arbitrary. The tome never revealed without purpose.

Brother.

I ran through the scene once more in my thoughts, each element playing out in order. The ascent. The lurking shades. The last foe. The crest. The blade. And then—

The panel. That held the key.

I'd witnessed it without blur. The System.

It had shown itself to him just as it did to me.

My clasp on the tome firmed a touch. Theras hadn't comprehended it.

That was plain.

His response showed no spark of knowing. He offered no ease or welcome. He regarded it like an utter stranger, something beyond his world's grasp.

This pointed to just two possibilities. Either the System hadn't graced his realm until then, or he'd never been selected by it prior.

I eased back a fraction, my mind delving deeper. Up to this point, I'd clung to another notion.

I'd assumed Theras Prime embodied the Chained Fallen.

The force the System had branded so. The entity shrouded under veils of restraint and hush.

Should that hold true, he'd have recognized the System. Surprise shouldn't have gripped him. Hesitation had no place.

Except—

Except if that instant marked the start. If that blade forged the initial link. If the System invaded his world via that edge.

The idea weighed down my thoughts. It accounted for his demeanor. It justified the heading.

The Beginning. Not his ascent's dawn. Not his ascent's launch.

The dawn of the System's arrival. Meaning the blade hadn't merely selected him. It had infused his life with something absent until then.

I dropped my eyes once more to the illustration on the leaf.

Brother.

Should the blade have delivered the System to him… Then the blade transcended mere armament.

It served as the source.

Or more dire—

It stood as something the System deemed a peer.

A chilling insight rooted in my mind. The System hadn't imposed itself as ruler.

It had sought approval.

[Permission to Begin?]

The System had inquired of him.

Inquired.

Signaling Theras hadn't ranked below it.

He'd occupied another station. One aligned. One meriting agreement.

My reflections turned to the bound domain. To the aura I'd sensed within. To the stifled power that even the System couldn't fully purge.

Should that entity indeed be Theras…Then my grasp of the System fell short. I scanned the derelict home anew. The devastated city lay hushed outside.

No Essence.

No System trace.

Nothing. Yet this spot had stirred the tome. This spot had permitted the leaf to unfold.

Thus, this city linked to him. Linked to the blade. Linked to the genesis of what the System itself had noted.

Yet no solutions lay here.

Just inquiries.

And the further I probed, the more disturbing they grew.