My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 806 Amun Prime

Theras caught sight of them, his face turning grim.

Without a moment's delay, the trio advanced as one, their dark swords sweeping up and down in fluid curves aimed at various spots on Theras's frame. A single strike targeted his throat with deadly accuracy. A second plunged at his backbone. The last sliced at an angle over his torso, its path designed to split him in two.

Their motions outpaced normal eyesight. Despite Node 3 being activated and my Psynapse at full capacity, tracking the precise routes of those weapons proved challenging for me.

Theras responded without pause.

His arm thrust out, Essence bursting from his core and solidifying into a barrier right before him.

The blades connected.

No blast erupted from the clash. Rather, the atmosphere cracked under the clashing powers, generating a ripple that expanded in jagged waves. The barrier endured, though its face twisted noticeably from the strain.

"Not so strong."

Amun's words echoed from his rear.

He had shifted position already. In one heartbeat, he was ahead; in the next, he loomed right behind Theras, his arm reaching out with steady resolve. He pressed his hand softly to Theras's rear, the touch seeming offhand.

No burst appeared. No rush of force. No evident discharge of might.

Still, the result hit right away.

Theras's frame started to shatter.

Fissures appeared over his structure, racing through it as his solid form lost its unity. His wings shattered initially, feathers breaking down into tiny specks that floated briefly in the breeze before fading away. The splits extended to his chest, limbs, and features, until his whole being scattered into those same tiny red specks.

Yet his look stayed unchanged. He had anticipated this turn.

His crimson gaze stayed locked ahead, and gradually, a grin crept onto his lips.

"I will come for you, Amun," he stated evenly. "My promise remains unfulfilled."

No rage colored his tone.

Just assurance.

His shape kept disintegrating, his being coming undone bit by bit until no trace of his corporeal form lingered. Save for one droplet of blood.

It hovered in the atmosphere over Amun's outstretched hand.

For the initial time since entering, Amun's subtle, constant grin vanished entirely.

His gaze stayed glued to that lone blood droplet suspended over his hand, and the easy mirth that had marked his bearing so far shifted to a much graver state. Fear was absent from his look, but awareness was there. Awareness of hassle. Of fate. Of an affair that hadn't wrapped up as neatly as desired.

"How troublesome," he whispered softly.

He curled his digits.

The blood droplet disappeared in a flash, wiped from view as if it had never been. Simultaneously, the three matching forms of Theras encircling the area broke down too, their shapes crumbling into dim specks that dissolved into oblivion. The heavy aura that had permeated the chamber vanished along with them, restoring just the timeless quiet of the relic.

Amun brushed his hand casually, like clearing light dust. Then he lifted his gaze and eyed me once more.

The grin reappeared.

"I suppose," he stated steadily, "we finally meet properly."

He flicked his wrist.

The chamber faded away.

No feeling of motion came, no warp, no shift I could sense. Suddenly, I sat in a seat. A round table stood between us, its top pale and even. Amun occupied the opposite side, at ease and poised, as if such surroundings had always been planned for this encounter.

A tiny dish on the table bore a few confections, their tops pale with subtle red lines woven in.

I peered past him.

The skyline expanded without limit in all directions. A sea stretched infinitely outward, its waters serene and unruffled.

Amun took one confection and rotated it in his grasp before he spoke.

"Let me introduce myself properly," he said. "My name is Amun Prime. Though I suspect you know me by another name. The Chained Fallen. Or whatever title the System decided to assign."

I turned my eyes to him and gave a nod.

Then I voiced the sole remark that fit.

"Are you stupid?"

He blinked.

Anger didn't flash over his features.

Surprise did.

He slipped the confection between his lips and crunched it, mulling it over as if weighing the query with care.

"Why?" he inquired evenly.

I tilted ahead a bit.

"Why did you include Theras in that trial?" I said. "Did you honestly believe anyone could defeat that?"

He gulped it down.

Then he inclined his head promptly.

"Of course," he said. "If you were already a Saint, you would have forced him into the ground without difficulty. But the System is impatient. It sent you here before you reached that point."

I let out a soft scoff.

"System," I scoffed.

He tilted ahead a touch, his azure eyes gaining a keen focus.

"Why?" he asked. "What happened? You don't like it?"

I pondered the query briefly.

"I haven't decided yet," I said honestly. "But it behaves strangely. It forces outcomes. It interferes when it should remain neutral. It makes me question whether it serves the Prime Universe… or something else."

The image of the falling digit rose in my thoughts. The golden structure had borne clear System power, yet its purpose hadn't aimed at safeguarding.

Amun shook his head.

"It cannot act against the Prime Universe," he said evenly. "If it could, I would have destroyed it already."

I rolled my eyes.

"Really?" I said dryly. "You want to brag now?"

He chuckled gently.

"I am not bragging," he replied. "You are alive right now because it asked for my help. Out of everything that exists, out of every being capable of intervening, it came to me."

He settled back into his seat, his stare unwavering.

"That should tell you something."

He halted for a second before going on.

"The System does not make requests lightly."

His eyes stayed locked on mine, serene and watchful.

"So are you saying you are above the System?" I asked.

He shook his head slightly and grasped another confection, spinning it in his fingers before biting in.

"I did not say that," he replied. "I said I would have destroyed it. Those are different things. Pay attention, kid."

No haughtiness laced his tone, no effort to awe me. He uttered the phrase like declaring a truth on weight or duration.

He motioned to the dish between us.

"You should have one," he said. "They are very good. They come from my home world."

I eyed the confection quickly but made no move for it.

He noticed.

"So distrustful," he said lightly, settling back in his seat while he kept consuming.

For several moments, we stayed silent. The boundless sea around us held utterly motionless, its tranquil face mirroring naught.

Then I posed the query that had lingered at the heart of my mind since his showing.

"Is he really your brother?"

Amun didn't waver.

"Yes," he said simply. "We share the same parents. So yes, I suppose that makes us brothers."

He halted briefly before adding,

"Although he is not entirely human. His blood is… different. Mine remained pure."

Hybrid.

The term held meanings I hadn't grasped completely yet.

"Who is he?" I asked. "And why are you enemies?"

His look turned more contemplative.