My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 796 Shocking Reveal

As soon as my foot landed completely on the cracked rock, the trio of shadows sprang into action.

Their shapes twisted. So far, they had lingered without weapons, mere vague outlines forged purely from shadow. Yet at that instant, a fresh element surged forth from their depths. Their limbs extended deliberately, and shadows in their hold thickened and solidified, molding into armaments.

Staffs.

Not swords like those Theras had encountered. Staffs matching my own in every detail.

For a split second, I halted, eyes fixed on them. The staffs stretched long and straight, ideally weighted, their exteriors glossy and flawless. No aura clung to them. No Essence radiated out. Still, their mere existence stirred discomfort in me.

This wasn't mere copying—it was an exact duplicate of my staff. Before I could dwell on it, the three shadows blinked out of sight.

They didn't speed up.

They just vanished and rematerialized encircling me, their shifts seamless and total, free of any warp or in-between motion. One popped up overhead, its staff already plunging at my head. Another took shape on my left side, its weapon slashing sideways at my side. The last one manifested at my back, thrusting its staff down at my backbone.

Their assaults aligned flawlessly.

My frame responded without delay.

In one fluid burst, I unleashed three blows, my knuckles surging in varied paths with power sufficient to shatter whole moons. The hits connected prior to their staffs making contact, slamming straight into their figures.

A fierce blast erupted from the collision. The shadows got shoved away.

But just a single meter.

My gaze sharpened.

Such a thing shouldn't have occurred. They had taken in the impact.

I witnessed it unfold.

The power from my hits didn't scatter into the air. It didn't crack their shapes. It didn't disrupt their makeup. Rather, it surged inside them, drawn in like it was being devoured.

And then I watched it build up. Their staffs turned blacker. Each weapon's exterior became thicker, weightier, as the taken-in power packed tight inside.

Before I could respond, another shift occurred. Essence swirled deep in their cores. My senses honed in right away. No Essence lingered in this area. I'd checked it over and over. The whole city dwelled in total void.

I concentrated deeper, pinpointing the feeling. The Essence wasn't seeping in from outside. It was sparking at their heart, rising from a key spot in their being and expanding via organized channels.

Precisely like my own. In that fleeting instant, I no longer viewed foes.

I viewed mirrors. Their inner build echoed the workings of my Generator Core. Essence arose where nothing had been, molded by something built-in instead of outside sources. This wasn't taking in. It was making.

Which pointed to one conclusion.

They weren't creations fueled by stolen might. They were bearers.

The thought stirred a subtle chill in me. This location held no Essence, no System ties, no outer backing for life as I knew it. Yet these beings faced me, producing their own strength, upholding themselves via inner command only.

Just as I did.

My stare intensified. This held no chance element. This spot wasn't just responding to my arrival. It was replying to it.

Their staffs flared to life. Essence streamed down their shafts, sheathing the arms in thick, precise designs. The three shadows lifted their staffs as one, their actions matched without flaw.

Then they lunged ahead. Their blows didn't unleash distinct surges. They fused. The Essence from the trio packed into one spot before bursting forth in a joined assault, a focused torrent of raw ruin that ripped at the void as it barreled my way.

I triggered Chrono-Severance Step.

Time halted.

The Essence surge hung in place, trapped in the air like a stalled tempest. The shadows stayed fixed in their striking stance, their shapes gripped in utter calm.

In that paused instant, I advanced.

Space bent under my command, propelling me ahead in a flash. I materialized right before one shadow, near enough that my palm could brush its face with ease. I bound space around our forms. The zone sealed shut, cutting us off from all else outside its edge.

The shadow couldn't budge. I lifted my palm and pressed its brow.

Space wavered. Splits raced over its shape at once, fine fissures etching its surface as its build started to crumble. The splits grew, dividing its frame into endless shards.

The shadow broke apart. Its shape melted away entirely. Yet a remnant lingered.

A blue light bloomed in its former spot.

A see-through outline.

An elderly man.

His shape was dim, delicate, but clearly of human make. His features bore heavy creases, his beard lengthy and wild, his stance a bit stooped. His eyes shifted lazily, brimming with bewilderment as he scanned his surroundings, seeking to grasp his location. Then gradually, awareness dawned on his face.

Gratitude shone in his gaze as he inclined his head. His mouth formed words, though no voice carried to me. And then he faded. His spirit scattered into myriad specks of glow. At my rear, the paused strike from the leftover shadows slammed into the sealed space wall, their Essence battering the shield but failing to breach it.

Time flowed again.

I remained rooted, still.

Human.

It had been human. Not a fabrication. A spirit. My thoughts whirled over the meanings. These shadows held no emptiness. They were containers.

Cages.

I pivoted gradually.

The other two shadows loomed ahead.

My aura burst forth.

Essence exploded from my form in a savage rush, shredding the nearby terrain. The earth underfoot caved into a pit, rocks splitting and crumbling beneath the strain. Structures close to the heart area crumbled in a blink, their frail builds unable to endure the onslaught.

I extended my arm. The shadows stiffened. Then they burst. Their forms split into endless bits, dissolving under my intent's might.

Two additional spirits appeared.

Both human.

Both aged.

Their garments from bygone eras, frayed beyond knowing. Their forms curved from years, their eyes alight with ease as they regarded me.

They inclined deeply. Then they faded. Their spirit force streamed into me. I lingered quietly, gazing at the void left by their passing. My frame shook abruptly.

I stiffened.

My awareness dove inside at once, probing my core condition. My spirit had shifted. It hadn't expanded. It had intensified. The power from the released souls had merged with it, tightening its form, bolstering its base. My being felt weightier, sharper, more solid.

I raised my head deliberately and looked ahead.

Whatever this realm might be—

It wasn't a war ground. It held far greater weight.

And I aimed to reveal its secrets.