My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 810 Squats Are Back

After what felt like an eternity, the chasm between me and this other entity hit me not as a barrier I could breach right away, but as a threshold I needed to evolve toward. His aura had kindled a spark inside me that hadn't stirred since the dawn of my climb.

Excitement.

This feeling started as a subtle whisper buried in my consciousness, then radiated out, rousing an impatient undercurrent just below my mental surface. That old restlessness came back, the silent drive to press on, to build more power, to break through any boundaries that lingered.

A subtle grin crossed my lips as I rotated my shoulder deliberately, sensing the firmness of my frame, the circulation of Essence along my pathways, the consistent thrum of my center.

For far too many years, I had outpaced everyone.

At last, a target emerged for me to pursue.

I understood the trials ahead would prove far from simple. Theras wasn't merely powerful. He operated on a realm far surpassing my past confrontations, and should I aim to face him when that moment arrived, I'd demand it all. Each law. Each enhancement. Every shred of might I could grasp.

I embraced the prospect fully.

The stairs came to an end under my steps, and I advanced into the fresh corridor. I raised my eyes and fixed them straight ahead.

The chamber stretched wide yet plain, held up by enormous gray columns that climbed into gloom. No etchings, no symbols, no hints of the remarkable appeared. Merely quiet.

In the middle loomed a shadow.

It reached almost to my stature. It neither shifted nor acknowledged my arrival. It just lingered there, poised. I moved closer and dashed the span, coming to a halt several paces from it. The shadow showed no reaction.

Without delay, I dropped into a crouch.

I made my frame advance deliberately, holding back the immense power I commanded and adopting the tempo of a mortal yet to awaken. My sinews pushed against the control from instinct, but I reined them in, rooting myself in the action.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Up.

"You know," I remarked offhandedly, keeping up the exercise, "it's been a while since I did squats like this."

I stood tall once more and circled my shoulders, releasing the tightness in my form.

"But squats are the king."

I exhaled lightly and lifted my chin, my gaze locking onto the shadow again.

The thrill that had ignited before showed no sign of waning. It had only intensified.

"I'm excited once more," I stated evenly. "So tell me…"

I rose to full height, my Essence aligning into flawless preparedness just beneath the skin.

"What do you have for me?"

As if it had awaited that precise call, the shadow stirred.

It gradually extended both hands to the sides, opening its arms broad. The atmosphere behind it warped subtly, and a deep bell toll resounded through the chamber. The tone emerged gentle initially, seemingly benign, yet it held a depth beyond normal tremors.

Behind the shadow, an immense bell started to take shape.

It lacked full solidity. It dwelled in the space between substance and mirage, its exterior dark and sleek, its outline firming as soft waves emanated from it. Glyphs flashed over its face for a moment before going still. The domain finalized without a sound, the bell hanging behind the shadow as the essence of its rule.

"Oh," I commented nonchalantly, observing it. "Is that your domain?"

Even as the words left my mouth, I sensed it already. The gentle force that expanded over the area surrounding me, reshaping the setting to its dominion. The bell achieved full form.

And then it rang out.

The toll didn't pass through the air. It manifested straight within my psyche.

A fierce oscillation burst inside my soul, ignoring all bodily shields. My awareness shook as the tremor coursed through my inner framework, striking at the base of my being rather than my flesh. For a split second, my sight hazed, and a mild vertigo washed over me as my soul took the blow.

Yet it proved insufficient. I seized my resolve around my soul and shattered the oscillation, making the tremor break down before it could spread wider.

The force evaporated.

"Hmm," I muttered, stroking my chin in reflection. "That's clever."

I gazed straight at the bell.

"Sound serving as the heart of a domain. That's a smart concept."

The shadow stayed mute, expectant.

"But it carries a single flaw," I went on steadily. "Sound requires a medium."

I clicked my fingers.

A wave rippled out at once, and the void bent to my will. Every mote in the nearby zone vanished. Substance crumbled. Atmosphere faded. Even the drifting Essence got wiped clean. The region around the bell turned void, stripped of any means to bear tremors. Lacking Essence, it couldn't strike my soul either.

"Go on," I declared, crossing my arms over my chest. "Try it again."

The shadow wasted no time. A huge club appeared beside the bell. The armament lifted then hammered down onto the bell's face with vast power.

But no tone sounded.

The impact connected. The bell quivered. Yet without a conduit, its principles couldn't extend.

I shook my head a bit.

"You have to conquer your flaws," I whispered softly. "Or else, someone like me will take advantage of them."

Before the shadow could act, I blinked out of sight. I rematerialized right before it, my hand already thrusting ahead. My palm met its torso softly, without might.

The outcome struck instantly.

Fissures raced over its shape, breaking its build from within. Its domain fell apart in a flash, the bell in its rear bursting into vanishing shards as its control lost hold.

The shadow burst apart. Its shape melted into gloom, leaving nothing in its wake.

Nothing but a soul.

An elderly human woman took form where the shadow had been, her figure see-through, her face serene. She glanced at me, then scanned the chamber around us, realization filling her eyes.

She dipped her head in thanks, much like the other spirits.

Then she faded away. Her spiritual essence streamed toward me and blended with mine, bolstering it. I sensed the thickness rise, the firmness grow, but the alteration was slight.

Negligible against what was needed. Three hundred and thirty-three feet.

That stood as the stature Amun had commanded. This amounted to hardly a droplet in an endless sea.