My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 811 Hall Of Domains

I let out a slow breath and rolled my neck, easing the tension. The thrill that started on the stairs hadn't dimmed at all. If anything, it had intensified.

It didn't take much time before the next challenge arrived.

The space in front of me wavered once more, and a new shadow started to take shape. It solidified rapidly, carrying a weightier aura than the previous foe. In its wake, the fabric of reality twisted, giving birth to a circular artifact.

A mirror.

Suspended behind the shadow, it was flawlessly circular, its face sleek and silvery. It spun gently, not mirroring the surrounding chamber but capturing my image instead. Each gesture I made, every adjustment in my stance, showed up clearly within it. Even the subtle flow of Essence in my veins danced on its surface.

A smile crept across my face.

"Reflection," I murmured. "That's intriguing."

I realized this chamber's test revolved around domains.

The shadow lunged ahead.

It charged with greater speed than the last, its fist targeting my torso squarely. I held my ground and countered with my own strike. My blow didn't land on its form. Rather, the atmosphere before my fist squeezed fiercely and burst forth.

The unseen blast hit the shadow.

Then it bounced back.

The mirror gleamed, and the identical pressure surged behind me in an instant, crashing into my spine. I skidded ahead several paces, my footwear scraping the floor as I braced against the blow.

A chuckle escaped me.

"Oh, that's enjoyable."

The shadow struck once more, and now I perceived it sharply. The mirror wasn't merely echoing my assault. It was soaking it in. It bolstered it with extra power and hurled it back amplified. This wasn't just shielding. It was escalation.

It thrust its fist out, and the mirror shimmered anew. The fused might of its blow and my earlier one rushed at me. I mirrored the response.

I struck out.

The squeezed air propelled onward, clashing with the approaching surge. The collision warped the air between us in a fierce tumult. The mirror whirled quicker, its face pulsing as it handled the clash.

I sensed it evolving.

Thus, I ramped up my power.

I advanced once more and delivered another punch, packing in more air compression and greater might this time. The intangible wave ripped ahead, slamming straight into the mirror. It echoed back yet again, but I was in motion already.

Yet another punch.

More forceful.

The echo rebounded.

Another punch.

Even stronger.

I kept going relentlessly, every hit packing more punch than the one before. My limbs blurred with speed, my frame gliding seamlessly between blows. The air squeezed repeatedly, unseen impacts pounding the mirror quicker than it could regain balance.

Cracks appeared on the mirror. Its face quivered under the mounting strain as it fought to repel the onslaught. The shadow retreated, its shape wavering as the domain faltered.

I pressed on.

"One more," I declared with a grin.

I pulled my fist rearward and unleashed it with all the power I chose to unleash right then. The compacted air imploded briefly before erupting savagely.

The mirror fragmented.

The domain crumbled in a flash. The shadow halted for a split second before fissures raced over its form. It burst apart, fading into obscurity. An elderly man's soul materialized where it had stood. He regarded me with weary gaze, offered a profound bow, and dissolved. His soul essence streamed into me, blending with my own and bolstering it more.

I extended my arm and curled my fingers.

"That felt great," I whispered. It was like a solid workout. My form felt agile and relaxed. Before the influx could fully integrate, the atmosphere warped anew.

A fresh shadow emerged. This one stood out right away.

A sword drifted behind it.

The edge hung upright, utterly motionless, while subtle waves in space emanated from it. Reality itself curved around the blade, creasing faintly with every throb.

"Space and sword," I noted, my smile broadening. "You're ready for this." The shadow lifted its hand, and the sword disappeared. It popped up right before me in a blink. I reacted swiftly, swinging a punch. The compacted air met the edge, halting it enough for me to twist aside. The sword grazed past my shoulder, trailing a slender warp in space.

It vanished once more.

And reemerged at my rear.

I spun around and punched, hitting the void. The pressured blast met the sword, shoving it off before it could solidify.

The shadow persisted.

It sent forth another assault, swifter than the prior pair. I parried with yet another punch, but I detected the accuracy in its moves. It wasn't striking haphazardly. It was strategizing.

Laughter bubbled from me.

"Good," I uttered. "Let's amp it up."

Essence burst from my center. I molded it without delay. A duplicate arose next to me. A shadow crafted from my Essence. Tinged violet, it mirrored my shape exactly. It acted in sync with me, bound straight to my command.

The opposing shadow advanced again.

Now, my violet shadow acted first.

It thrust out its fist, meeting the sword head-on. The collision disrupted the space waves encircling it. I moved in simultaneously and punched, squeezing the air with heightened power.

The sword shook. The domain wavered. The enemy shadow sought to steady it, but I offered no reprieve. My violet shadow hit once more, chased right away by my strike. The joint power demolished the spatial framework supporting the sword.

The blade fractured.

The domain fell apart. The shadow stiffened as fissures crawled over its form. It detonated shortly after, melting into shadows.

Yet another soul emerged.

This one inclined in a deep bow before vanishing, its essence fusing with mine.

I breathed out steadily, sensing the gradual thickening of my soul.

"Yes," I murmured. "This is precisely what I required."

I didn't linger long in place before additional shadows started manifesting, sequentially, each bearing a domain sharper and more distinctive than its predecessors. One arose with a gravity domain, a shadowy orb floating behind it that made every step I took weigh more, compelling me to shatter its hold by assaulting the very space. Another conjured a domain of fire, yet the blaze didn't rage externally; it gnawed internally, seeking to devour my Essence outright, so I overpowered it with sheer force until the domain buckled. One shadow commanded a domain of replication, where each of my attacks spawned duplicates that assailed me back, and I countered by boosting the velocity and intensity of my blows until its domain couldn't match the pace of ruin. With every battle, my exhilaration mounted, my movements quickened, my thoughts grew keener, my strikes smoother and deadlier. Their domains proved inventive, hazardous, and mighty, yet insufficient to prevail. They toppled sequentially, domains fracturing, bodies disintegrating, souls surfacing momentarily in thanks before merging into me and fortifying my essence. Once the final shadow vanished, the chamber grew quiet once more, and for a few moments, stillness reigned. Then, in the hall's heart, the floor stirred. The ashen tile parted in a precise circle, exposing a shadowy pit below. The pit unveiled a stairway plunging further into the depths, ready for my descent.