My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 809 Conditions To Saint

I remained in place, gazing at it, the gravity of Amun's words bearing down on me. That represented Theras's true pursuit. Now, it marked the route I had embarked upon.

Amun allowed my quiet reflection to continue undisturbed. After a while, he moved nearer, his actions measured and relaxed.

"You cannot attain it in your current state," he murmured softly.

My eyes shifted from the throne to meet his.

Before a reply could form on my lips, he lifted his hand. Essence didn't draw from the air around but appeared straight from void near his palm, solidifying from nothing. One link took shape initially, hovering in mid-air, its exterior sleek though etched with subtle, old runes that pulsed with faint glows. A second link materialized next to it and connected flawlessly, then a third, and a fourth, each emerging in flawless order. The chain extended gradually, segment after segment, its form firming up as the runes along it ignited completely. A rich scarlet hue started to infuse it, coursing through every part like vital fluid surging into vessels, until the full chain hovered before my eyes.

Amun eased his hand down a bit and flicked it lightly.

The chain responded at once, slipping through my torso without any barrier. No discomfort struck me, just a profound vibration deep in my essence as it traversed my body and slipped right into the Dawn Core. My awareness trailed after it as it sank toward the concealed heart island inside the core.

"This seal will guide you back to me once you're prepared to rise to Saint rank," he explained.

I creased my brow a touch, sensing the lingering trace of it inside me still.

"Prior to trying for ascension," he went on, "you need to solidify your base."

He recited the requirements steadily, like echoing a choice made ages ago.

"Every one of your laws has to hit Major Level Five. Should you plan to gain more laws, handle that promptly and elevate each to that mark."

His stare stayed locked on mine.

"Your body stats need to progress from Omega to Pre-Origin."

He halted for a moment.

"Your soul must grow to three hundred and thirty-three feet tall. Plus, gather one hundred million merit points."

I fixed my gaze on him.

The magnitude of his outlined demands surpassed all I'd imagined required.

"Once these tasks are done," he concluded, "and your level hits four hundred and ninety-nine, this seal will transport you here."

My eyes tightened just a fraction.

"Why impose so many demands?"

He answered without pause.

"Since even I lacked such a base during my rise. Saints hold power over galaxies. They mold reality on vast levels beyond most creatures' grasp. Yet mere elevation by itself doesn't secure dominance. The groundwork does."

His attention drifted momentarily to the far-off throne.

"With such groundwork, your rise won't just lift you up. It'll rank you with the top Saint-level beings across the Prime Universe."

He directed his look back at me.

"And at that point, head straight to the Prime Galaxy."

His tone left no doubt—it wasn't optional.

It was destined.

He retreated a step, his stance easing once more.

"My presence here draws to a close," he stated evenly. "Resume the trial now."

With a subtle motion, he pointed to the area beyond me.

"A reward awaits at its conclusion."

I observed him for a few beats before voicing the last vital query.

"How long until the war slips from our grasp?"

His response came after a delay.

"By the true Theras's arrival," he whispered, "victory will have already escaped us."

His eyes met mine again.

"For now, all we can do is postpone the unavoidable."

A subtle grin touched his face. Then his features settled into the laid-back poise he'd shown through much of our exchange.

"Anyway," he remarked casually, "nothing too intense."

Before I could react, his figure started to fade.

Scarlet motes rose from his frame, scattering as his aura vanished from the surrounding emptiness.

"Avoid getting killed before our next encounter," he tossed in with a playful smirk.

And just like that, he disappeared. The scene altered as the throne faded and the boundless emptiness melted away. Suddenly, I stood once more in the chamber of ebony and ivory floors. The split between shades held firm, their opposition more vivid than earlier. The hush of the decayed place returned, yet it didn't weigh down anymore. It seemed anticipatory.

In the hall's midst, the floors started to shift.

They parted gradually, uncovering a petite round dais below. The dais ascended with steady purpose until it aligned with the ground. Etched runes on its face sparked momentarily before steadying.

Next, its core parted. A flight of steps emerged, plunging into shadowy depths below.

I regarded it, though now all had transformed. The doubt that had trailed me vanished, supplanted by another force.

Insight.

Theras approached. Conflict loomed unavoidable. Yet I no longer advanced this way in the dark. Resolutely, I advanced onto the dais and initiated the descent down the steps, plunging further into the ordeal with resolve fiercer than any prior sensation.

While navigating the steps downward, thoughts pulled me back along the journey leading here. The awakening day replayed in my mind. Back then, its significance eluded me. I'd simply pressed on, step by step, fueled by gut feeling, endurance, and relentless drive to locate my parents' spirits and exact vengeance upon the Eternals.

Reflections turned to each phase my core had undergone, every shift that redefined my being. Every leap had seemed like shattering a wall, shedding a restraint, but positioned here presently, those advances appeared truly minor against future challenges. Each law obtained, each honing of my Essence, each insight seized amid combat formed pieces of a grander ascent, one initiated well before my recognition dawned.

Conflicts rose to mind afterward.

Every foe confronted. Every triumph seized via strength, cunning, or pure tenacity. I'd clashed with superiors in power, speed, wisdom, yet one conviction always accompanied me.

I would outstrip them.

I would evolve.

I would prevail.

But Theras stood apart.