My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 813 Fusion Fight

The pieces disintegrated just before the merging process could secure them.

I made a correction.

On this attempt, I let devour erode only a portion, diminishing the framework without utterly destroying it. Right after, assimilation rushed in, blending the shaky remnants into unity. A petite violet orb took form within my grip. It throbbed once before holding steady.

I expanded the effort. The orb swelled in size, becoming thicker, its makeup tight and polished. I sensed the smooth efficiency of the blending. It squandered no power. It transformed it all. I halted and let the orb fade away once more.

The room trembled softly again.

For an instant, the pale platform shone more intensely, recognizing the effective blend.

I breathed out gradually.

This chamber focused not on battling foes. It centered on readiness.

Once I grasped the initial pair of blends, the chamber stayed quiet only briefly. Soon, various principles I had grasped through the years started to emerge over the ring. Clusters of elemental principles ascended, opposing streams of polarity wove together, geometric barriers floated like waiting scaffolds ready for ignition, and even the crimson essence principle gleamed softly in dark red threads. Each instance paired two principles and showcased them to me, not in wild chaos, but through exact pairing. I saw time unite with polarity to form a zone that could decelerate and push back simultaneously, the pull and shove operating in shared territory. I noted elemental harmony where flames and bolts didn't conflict but bolstered each other, solidifying into a focused surge instead of scattering chaotically. Pairing the essence principle with elemental movement changed the pulse of flow, enabling strength to rush forth without ripping the inner pathways.

The goal stayed consistent each time. Grasp the interplay. Replicate it. Polish it until it remained firm under my command.

Certain pairings needed precise timing, while others called for intense release and sharper concentration. Several trials fell apart fully before achieving balance, compelling me to tweak directions, moments, and the equilibrium of power between the pair of principles. Yet bit by bit, the method grew more fluid. I started to predict how one principle would react upon nearing another. I ceased shoving them into union and instead permitted natural interlocking, steering instead of dominating.

Time slipped by unnoticed initially. It was only when the ultimate blend settled perfectly before me that I noticed my stay in the chamber had stretched beyond two full days. No weariness plagued my form, just honed attention and a more precise command over everything than earlier.

As the final form faded, the pale ground in the middle moved subtly. A round edge surfaced and gradually opened, uncovering steps leading deeper downward.

I advanced without pause.

The following chamber lay ahead.

Upon stepping inside, I discovered it echoed the prior one's layout, with sleek white walls and ground. Within those limits stood a lone silhouette.

It appeared utterly dark, its edges sharp and clear against the light backdrop, nearly resembling ink spilled on pale rock. It remained still as I entered. It just waited there, oriented toward me.

Before advancing further, a sharp directive surfaced in my thoughts.

Just a single strike permitted.

Blending of any pair of core principles.

I scanned it once, then grinned.

"That's easy," I whispered.

The silhouette responded the instant I lifted my palm.

Our motions synchronized.

Energy amassed over its hand ahead. I observed closely as two separate powers started shaping in its hold. A subtle warp twisted the atmosphere as space condensed into a dense ball, and inside that build, a silver spark danced, time. The ball spun swiftly, folds of spatial squeezing encircling a heart that throbbed with varying time currents. As it whirled, the exterior shimmered between speeding up and slowing, the outer casing bending inside while the central heart tuned the pace of breakdown.

A blend of space and time, crafted for detonation.

I gave a small nod of respect.

Then I concentrated on building my own.

Space amassed over my palm initially, purple warps curving inward as a tight orb shaped. Yet rather than weaving time through it, I brought in devour. A shadowy flow extended over the face of the space orb, not unsettling it but encasing it like an extra skin. Devour avoided clashing with space's build. It nourished from it, honing the squeezing rather than opposing.

The orb in my grasp didn't waver. It intensified. The surface space coating squeezed firmer and firmer, as the devour heart inside drew in surplus power, purifying the build instead of permitting chaos.

The silhouette completed its preparation sooner.

Without delay, it drove its palm outward.

The whirling orb raced at me, ripping the air with fierce accuracy. The space squeeze before it bent the route, while the time inside modified the beat of its rush, rendering its course hard to track.

I moved ahead and unleashed my own.

My orb surged forth.

The pair of strikes met at the chamber's heart.

For a fleeting second, the clash lingered.

The silhouette's blend tried to command the encounter. The time inside its orb decelerated the impact spot, aiming to prolong the contact and unsettle my build. The space squeeze sought to dominate mine via spin and stacked breakdown.

Yet devour ignited.

Upon touching, the devour heart started feeding on the time adjustments within the rival orb. Rather than getting delayed or thrown off, my build took in the ripples. The space coating stood strong as the devour element peeled off the time-driven beat guiding the foe's strike.

The whirling orb stumbled. Its time equilibrium shattered. Lacking time to govern its squeeze, the build unraveled from its own spin. My orb broke past it, consuming bits of the crumbling strike as it pressed on.

In the following moment, the silhouette's blend burst apart fully. My orb kept going, slamming straight into the silhouette's torso.

No blast occurred.

The squeeze caved in and devour devoured the build simultaneously. Fissures raced over the silhouette's frame as its shape started crumbling from within.

It offered no resistance and made no second effort. Its form split neatly and melted into shadow. In its place, a human essence flickered for a moment, inclining in quiet thanks before vanishing and blending into me. I sensed my essence's thickness grow once more, weightier and more distinct.

The chamber grew still.

I dropped my palm gradually, the subtle thrill still echoing in my core.

"That wasn't bad," I murmured softly.

The pale ground under the silhouette's old spot began moving anew, ready to unveil what lay beneath.