My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 853 Fusion Of Energies

That brief silver shimmer proved sufficient, and the essence surged back under my authority.

Thousands of fresh constructs materialized instantly.

Swords.

Spears.

Chains.

Entire tempests of weaponry emerged across the firmament, turning the combat zone into a floating armory of violet brilliance. I gestured, and the constructs launched forward.

Aurora met them head-on.

Lightning tore through the heavens as she conjured a storm broad enough to engulf the entire cloud layer. Thunderbolt after thunderbolt struck the oncoming weapons, while arcs of discharge sliced through formations of essence blades.

Lyrate broadened her creations further.

The vines she had generated unfurled across the open air, twining into massive structures that unleashed lances of dense life energy toward me.

Silver's tornado descended at the same moment.

Blades of wind shredded the atmosphere with immense power as the gale struggled to tear apart the essence constructs surrounding me.

Ragnar broke through the tempest once again with another gravity-fueled leap, his club shattering layers of weaponry before colliding directly with the shield protecting my form.

The impact forced me to tilt backward in the air slightly.

By a mere few centimeters.

From the island beneath us, Steve let out a boisterous laugh.

"Oh, that was a close one!"

I regained my composure and provided a faint smile.

"Not bad at all."

Then, I snapped my fingers. The surrounding essence reacted immediately.

The constructs multiplied.

Thousands grew into tens of thousands as the sky became crowded with violet weapons spinning like a celestial gale. Every assault from my summons crashed against expanding defensive layers, while the remaining constructs countered from every flank.

Knight emerged from the shadows once more, only to find several blades already lying in wait for him.

Aurora's lightning tempest fractured as dozens of essence chains coiled around the currents of electricity.

Silver's storm shattered against rotating ramparts of constructs. Ragnar's subsequent swing connected with a total fortress of condensed essence that sprang up around me.

The sky transformed into a theater of unrivaled power. For several minutes, the engagement persisted as laws of reality clashed with raw essence manipulation amidst the clouds.

Eventually, Ragnar decelerated.

He hovered, lowering his club slightly, while gazing at the infinite field of armaments still suspended around me.

"Alright then."

He surveyed the sky with disbelief.

"This is absurd."

The others began to withdraw as well.

Knight stepped back from the unseen shadows, and Lyrate allowed her massive life constructs to dissolve into drifting particles of essence. Aurora dispelled her lightning storm while Silver’s wings retracted, returning him to his human form.

Ash's sealing runes quietly faded into the vapor.

Far below, Steve offered a single clap.

"Well… I believe that answers the inquiry."

North wore a faint smile as she observed the battlefield settling.

"You did not even move."

I exhaled slowly, scanning the floating constructs still lingering in the air. At first glance, they appeared to be common essence weaponry—blades and spears crafted from condensed energy—but that conclusion would have been inaccurate.

Had they been simple essence constructs, they would not have endured even a fraction of the time against the combined efforts of all six of them.

I raised my hand a little.

With a subtle flick of my fingers, a dagger formed in my palm.

It appeared simple initially: a short, slender blade, glowing with a soft green hue. However, as I scrutinized it, I could sense something deeper woven within its frame.

Something I hadn’t intentionally added.

Runes.

And something even more vital.

Soul energy.

Threads of violet runic patterns rippled across the surface of the dagger, while faint pulses of soul power hummed quietly inside its core. These two energies had intertwined flawlessly, fortifying the construct far beyond the limits of basic essence shaping.

Strangely, I hadn’t purposefully engineered any of it.

This occurred autonomously.

Every construct I manifest now carries a fragment of my soul energy, bound together by runic geometry and condensed essence. The three elements merged into a synergy, forging weapons far superior to standard energy constructs.

For a moment, I observed the dagger in silence.

"So this is what it entails."

The default state of a Saint.

The realization settled gradually within my consciousness. Saints do not merely manipulate essence more efficiently than Transcendents. Their power resides on an entirely distinct foundation.

They possess the ability to fuse essence with soul energy.

The result is a completely different grade of power.

Now I understood more clearly why Amun had insisted on fortifying my soul to such an extreme capacity.

Without a soul sufficiently robust, such a fusion would be an impossibility.

I closed my fingers, and the dagger dissolved back into light motes.

"I wanted to discern whether your collective strength suffices to face a newly evolved Saint," I stated calmly.

Aurora's lightning flickered as she observed me.

"And does it?"

I shook my head slowly.

"Individually, no."

I gestured toward the dissipating constructs.

"You are all immensely powerful. Superior to every Transcendent in the galaxy."

My gaze shifted from one to the next.

"However, Saints operate under different rules. They integrate two varieties of energy—essence and soul energy—into a singular structure."

I pointed at the constructs I had previously formed.

"Just like these. Once those two energies unite, the resulting power becomes vastly more refined. The essence itself achieves a higher quality than what typical Transcendents might generate."

Ragnar frowned as he studied the dissolving weapons.

"So that is why those items were so resistant to being smashed."

"Precisely."

Aurora crossed her arms.

"Then we have no chance?"

I shook my head again.

"None of you could fight a Saint individually."

Then, I regarded all six of them.

"But working together?"

A faint smile touched my face.

"You could certainly take one down."

"Together?" Lyrate frowned, clearly unsatisfied. "I do not enjoy the sound of that. When are you ranking up? I must reach Saint status swiftly before some random Saint arrives and swats me away like an insect."

A soft chuckle escaped me.

"Soon. Very soon."

They turned their attention toward me as I continued.

"My merit points are accumulating rapidly, and my physical stats are advancing consistently. The primary obstacle currently is soul energy."

Aurora tilted her head.

"You refer to the prerequisite Amun mentioned?"

I nodded.

"To reach the threshold, I must expand my soul to three hundred and thirty-three feet. This requires the absorption of abundant pure soul energy."

Ragnar scratched his head.

"Where would one even acquire such a thing?"

"I wish I held the answer," I replied with a shrug.

"I have already tasked Primus to investigate the matter. He is currently expanding our intelligence network through the nearby systems; if there is a location where soul energy accumulates naturally, he might uncover it."

"And if he fails?" Lyrate questioned.

"Then we shall have to consult the Nagas."

Aurora's expression shifted slightly.

"You mean Xeron?"

"Yes," I said casually. "The old man."

Ragnar snorted at the description, while Knight's eyes gleamed with brief amusement.

After a moment, I waved my hand, shifting the focus.

"Regardless."

My gaze swept across the group.

"What is the status of the preparations for the Grade Three rift?"

Aurora responded immediately.

"All is prepared. We were merely awaiting the conclusion of your work on the island."

"Excellent," I affirmed. "If we neutralize this Grade Three rift, the merit payout should be substantial. It will be our initial foray at that level."

Silver pondered the matter with crossed arms.

"And our agreement with the Nagas?"

I nodded.

"Xeron guaranteed quite a lot. Payment, weaponry, armor, and even several combat vessels."

Ragnar’s eyes brightened.

"That will significantly aid Primus in expanding the army."

"Indeed."

The Order of Absolute remained in its infancy. Most of our might was derived from individual power, but long-lasting influence required infrastructure and manpower. The resources from the Nagas would accelerate that growth.

"But truthfully," I added with a slight grin, "the rewards are not my primary motivation."

Knight’s expression sharpened.

"The combat?"

"Exactly."

Knight nodded slowly.

"I have been informed that Grade Three rifts are entirely different. The Eternal forces begin manifesting there, rather than merely phantoms and abominations."

"That is what Xeron claimed as well," I replied.

Then, I looked toward the distant horizon where the clouds began to churn.

"Well," I said with composure. "We shall find out soon enough."