My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 799 Three Feet Taller

Several meters separated the shadow from me, its blade still outstretched after the finished strike, its stance serene and flawlessly poised. No strain showed in its frame, no readiness for motion, yet I was utterly certain it required none. It didn't travel in the usual way. It didn't cover ground. It merely appeared at the following spot in line, skipping through every in-between phase.

That made responding to its advance utterly pointless.

I had to halt its power to manifest in another place.

The shadow disappeared.

My instinct for danger exploded right away, wailing from behind and a bit higher up. Its blade was already slicing down toward the root of my neck, the cut aimed flawlessly to lop off my head before my nerves could send the alert.

I didn't twist around.

Violet Essence burst out from my frame as I triggered my Domain in part.

It didn't fully emerge. The tablet stayed hidden. Yet a wave rippled out quietly into the nearby space, imprinting the hall with my intent.

I uttered one word.

"Anchor."

My stare fixed on its being.

[Right to Anchor] engaged.

The shadow halted.

Its sword hung mere inches from my neck, its sharp edge frozen in utter calm. The Essence inside its build tried to change, tried to leave its present position and re-form somewhere else, but it failed.

Its condition was locked in place. For the first time since showing up, it was stuck at one spot of being. I rotated gradually, my gaze clashing with the void blackness of its shape.

Its inner Essence churned wildly, straining against the forced limit, but the anchor gripped tight. Its very being was mine to command now.

I lifted my hand and pressed two fingers softly against its torso.

Space complied at once.

It crumpled inward at the touch point, shattering the solid build of its shape. Cracks raced out in precise paths.

The shadow didn't burst apart.

It divided.

Its form cleaved neatly into two sections before melting into swirling shadows.

And once more—

Something lingered.

A soul rose from the dimming shadow.

This one belonged to a woman.

Aged.

Her figure looked weak, her locks long and ashen, her features etched with endless years of hardship and resolve. Her eyes fluttered open gradually, gaining focus as she scanned the hall, struggling to grasp her location.

Then her sight fell on me.

And ease washed over her face.

Her mouth quivered faintly, and even without a whisper, the thanks in her eyes shone clear.

She inclined her head in respect.

Her shape started to fade, crumbling into glowing specks of blue light that floated my way. The instant they touched my form, I sensed the change. This soul held much deeper density than the previous ones. The power didn't just bolster my soul.

It squeezed it tighter and fortified it. My soul stayed the same size, but its weight grew heavier, its footing more solid, its reality more vivid.

The final speck vanished.

Quiet settled in.

I lingered there for a few moments before shifting my focus to the staircase.

Shadow lurked in the depths below.

Without pause, I advanced and started the descent.

The steps twisted down for a brief stretch before revealing another chamber. This room was narrower than the upper one. Huge columns still held up the roof, but they clustered nearer, their faces sleek and even.

All was cast in gray. In the heart of the hall, a flawless white ring was set into the ground.

It gave off no glow.

No Essence.

Still, its force ruled the whole space.

The hall stayed hushed as I neared the white circle.

Its face gleamed utterly flat, its light hue clashing sharply with the gray rock around it. No symbols etched its surface, no hidden devices or markings showed, yet its aura pulsed with clear purpose.

I placed my foot on it.

For a few heartbeats, nothing stirred.

My senses stretched out on reflex, probing the hall for triggers or concealed structures. The columns stood unmoving. The atmosphere held steady. Even the circle underfoot seemed lifeless, like plain rock.

Then the air stirred.

A subtle, see-through haze started gathering at the room's distant borders.

It rose gradually, leaking into view without a ripple, its pale shape hardly noticeable amid the light backdrop. At the start, it was thin, wafting softly like mist, but as it grew, its true essence revealed itself.

Soul energy.

Refined.

Unbound.

It saturated the hall bit by bit, growing denser every instant until the whole area drowned in it. The second it touched me, it didn't hover apart. It pulled toward me, lured by some core pull, and started blending with my soul.

The feeling hit at once.

It wove straight into my soul's framework, bolstering its being, boosting its thickness. The strain came next, mounting steadily as fresh soul energy gathered in the space.

I shut my eyes and sank into a cross-legged seat at the circle's core.

No point in fighting it. This wasn't a strike. It was a test.

The strain kept building.

For ordinary souls, it would crush them. Their core would shatter from the weight, unable to handle such intense fortification. But my soul was already forged tough. It was already robust, and after absorbing the freed souls from above, it stood even firmer.

I watched it steadily.

My Psynapse focused inside, observing how the soul energy blended into my core. It didn't stretch my soul wider. It packed it denser, honing its state.

The strain soared steeper. The haze grew thicker. Every bit of white energy in the room streamed into me, fusing smoothly, enhancing my evolved form.

Then—

A snap rang out.

From deep inside me.

My soul altered.

Its build stretched upward, lifting as if freed from some invisible bind. Its length grew, reaching beyond its prior limit, its shape settling at a fresh peak.

Three feet higher.

Three feet mightier.

The shift finished in a flash.

The leftover white haze rushed at me, speeding up as it sucked into my soul. In moments, the chamber stood bare.

The strain lifted.

Quiet fell again.

I lifted my eyes.

The white circle under me responded without delay.

A deep mechanical hum filled the space as its face began to shift. The slab broke free from the floor around it and glided downward evenly, bearing me deeper.

The gray hall faded from view as the slab dropped into shadow.

After a handful of seconds, a fresh chamber appeared.

The slab eased to a halt.

I moved ahead.

The ground under me had changed.

Black and white squares tiled the full hall in a spotless checkerboard array. The columns here loomed darker.

This spot carried a distinct vibe. And just then, a fresh vision slammed into my awareness.

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