My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 814 Mountain Peak

The ordeal didn't conclude after just that initial clash. With the shadow fading away and the ground parting once more, I ventured deeper downward, realizing that each successive chamber called for a distinct demand from me. No repeats provided ease, no familiar rhythms offered relief. Each room had been engineered to probe a unique facet of my core, as if the edifice was scrutinizing my essence part by part.

One chamber removed all but my physical form.

Upon stepping inside, the laws inside me went dormant instantly. Accessing space, time, devouring, or elemental mastery proved impossible. My domain stayed inert as well. A shadow materialized in the middle, its form solid and unyielding. No warping surrounded it, no entity shaped up in its wake. It advanced and lunged with sheer brute force alone.

I grinned.

It had been ages since I'd depended solely on flesh and skeleton.

We met in direct combat. Punches slammed together. The floor splintered beneath our strides. It was a straightforward battle of power, free from deceptions or complex maneuvers. Each blow held heavy impact. Each defense challenged stamina. I let myself savor it, allowing my frame to recall the sensation of motion unassisted by laws. At last, when my punch smashed into its torso with power enough to break its shape, the shadow burst apart neatly. Another human spirit emerged, inclined in respect, and merged into me, fortifying my own in a firm, quantifiable manner.

The following chamber targeted my intellect over my physique.

The area transformed right as I crossed the threshold. The pale walls melted into infinite hallways, winding routes and reflective bends. The layout kept reshaping, pathways bending and straightening with my every step. It wasn't a basic labyrinth; it was a deception crafted to drain sight and shatter concentration.

Psynapse responded at once.

I stretched my awareness outward, dismissing the visuals from my vision and detecting the minor irregularities in energy currents instead. Deceptions thrived on diversion, pulling focus to superficial elements. I sharpened my senses to the tiniest ripples, following the subtle edges between truth and fabrication. The hallways faded as I progressed, failing to hold together against persistent examination. In mere moments, I arrived at the heart, where yet another shadow lurked. This one tried to divide into numerous duplicates, copying my actions to bewilder me, but a sharp surge of essence dispatched it swiftly. Its spirit blended with the rest, and I pressed onward.

Yet another room assessed stamina in an alternate fashion.

The atmosphere grew dense the instant I arrived. Weight bore down from overhead, compressing in mounting levels. The surface underfoot turned treacherous, alternating between frost, searing rock, and gaping nothingness. Gravitational pull varied erratically, requiring endless recalibration. The surroundings altered ceaselessly, insisting on adaptation every instant.

I invoked Absolute Elemental Shift right away.

When the ground scorched, I converted to lightning and traversed it effortlessly. As gravity surged, I modified my essence to scatter the burden. When icy gales raged across the room, I tuned my inner currents to counter their chill. The compression built gradually, probing my resilience more than ingenuity, yet I navigated it with unwavering assurance. My form had withstood far graver trials.

Chamber after chamber followed in sequence.

A room that necessitated careful containment to shore up crumbling formations.

A room that compelled exact polarity equilibrium, aligning pull and push without detonation.

Seven chambers altogether.

Five additional shadows confronted me in those ordeals, each linked to its room's core challenge. None depended purely on raw might. Each demanded the proper approach to the trial before battle could commence. Once the last one collapsed and its spirit fused with mine, the overall impact became evident. My soul hadn't stretched in height yet.

But it had intensified in density.

I advanced toward the subsequent drop without delay, anticipating another set of stairs or another space below. Instead, I entered a chamber utterly unlike the prior ones. No gap in the ground, no shadow poised in the midst, no urgent directive invading my thoughts. The area stretched broad and shadowed more than before, its surfaces lined completely with frescoes. Right in the floor's middle sat a lone crimson ring.

I eased my pace.

The frescoes captured my gaze initially.

They weren't old tales or mysterious portraits. They portrayed me.

Each surface bore an intricate rendering of my journey through the edifice. One fresco depicted the law fusion chamber, with violet and silver spheres floating ahead of me. Another illustrated the reflection domain fracturing from relentless assaults. One froze the illusion labyrinth in place, my Psynapse reaching out as pathways unraveled nearby. The raw combat area appeared too, captured in pigment as my fist plunged into a shadow's torso.

I blinked, inspecting the scenes closely.

Had these frescoes been present prior to my entry? Or did they form as I advanced, chronicling each phase live? The exactness of every detail implied watching over recollection. Each facial nuance, each gesture, each posture change had been rendered flawlessly.

Still, another element seized my attention.

The concluding fresco. It dominated the front wall, grander than the others. It displayed me atop a mountaintop.

The identical summit from Theras's glimpse. The same dark blade lodged at its crest, a silver streak tracing the weapon's core. In the fresco, I positioned myself before it, not grasping, merely confronting it.

I scowled.

No blade existed in this chamber.

I approached the fresco nearer and scrutinized it intently. My depicted self stood on a crimson ring at the mountain's foot. My eyes drifted downward to the ground under me.

The crimson ring in the chamber's center aligned with the one in the fresco.

Without dwelling excessively, I strode ahead and centered myself precisely on the ring.

The instant my sole planted there, the chamber quaked.

The frescoes shimmered, the scenes warping momentarily as the crimson ring underfoot blazed vivid. Before I could respond more, the surrounding area lurched wildly, and the chamber disappeared.

I hung in the nothingness.

Frigid void expanded everywhere, immense and hushed.

Before me hovered the upside-down pyramid landform I'd used to access this realm. The devastated city sprawled on its wide top, shattered buildings and fissured paths visible sharply from afar.

I stayed motionless. I merely observed.

A deep rumble reverberated across the void as the landform started to move. Gradual at the start, barely noticeable, the whole mass inclined. The city on top tilted ahead as the inverted pyramid turned.

I floated fixed, watching without meddling.

The turning persisted evenly.

Ten degrees.

Thirty.

Ninety.

The devastated city dropped out of view, vanishing from my sightline as the mass kept rotating. Upon finishing the complete one hundred eighty degrees, the form ahead wasn't an inverted pyramid anymore.

It formed a mountain.

A flawless, soaring crest emerging from a slim foundation, its peak keen and distinct against the spatial barrenness. The devastated city now hid underneath, integrated into the mass's base.

My gaze rose to the pinnacle.

There.

At the peak, half-buried in rock, stood the sword.

Dark edge.

Silver streak coursing its middle.

Even from so far, I identified it right away. The identical sword Theras had faced. The same sword from the frescoes.

And for the first occasion since entering this edifice, comprehension dawned. I hadn't been delving lower into a relic.

I had been ascending a mountain from within.