My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 784 Thirty Seconds

I lifted my gaze from the runes and t his eyes directly. "You didn't create a battlefield," I said evenly. "You created a filter. A place where existence itself is evaluated and rejected if it doesn't et your conditions."

"Yes," he replied without offense, his tone almost proud. "Crude annihilation is inefficient. Filtration, on the other hand, refines outcos. And you…" His gaze lingered on . "You slipped through."

The second Eternal stepped forward, deathmist rolling more heavily around him now, his voice carrying a sharper edge.

"A human aligning with deathmist without an external anchor," he said slowly. "Without a conversion core. Without a borrowed authority. Do you understand how statistically impossible that should be?"

The Feran Transcendent's ears flattened slightly as he stared at . "You're saying he isn't using an artifact? No relic? No implant?"

"No," the Eternal answered flatly. "He is the anomaly."

His attention returned to fully.

"You will be taken," he continued. "Your body will be opened. Your channels mapped. Your origin traced down to its first deviation."

North's blades shimred into sharper focus within the do.

Steve shifted his footing, electricity crawling up his spine like a living thing.

I remained still.

As I continued decoding the shield, one particular pattern made pause. It was elegant. Ancient. Far older than anything I had purchased from the system, older even than the Eternal runic fraworks layered throughout the base.

The ard Eternal tilted his head, studying more closely now, curiosity overtaking hostility.

"There is sothing familiar about him," he said slowly. "The way his essence cycles. The way deathmist responds."

The unard Eternal glanced sideways. "Familiar how?"

"The Legion of Primal Fla," the ard one replied after a mont. "Their mbers could wield both essence and deathmist without conflict."

That caused a noticeable pause.

"But they were Eternals," the unard one said, his tone cautious now. "He is not."

The ard Eternal raised his weapon above his head, the blade humming faintly.

"Are we absolutely certain of that?"

Then the ard Eternal moved.

One mont he stood still within the churning deathmist field, and the next his blade aligned perfectly with my do, its edge humming as the surrounding corruption condensed unnaturally.

A beam of deathmist erupted from the sword, narrow at first, then widening as it crossed the distance. It wasn't wild or explosive. It was precise, compressed, designed to pierce rather than overwhelm.

I reacted instantly.

Deathmist surged outward from my do, folding over itself as I shaped it into a shield. The beam struck head-on, carving into the barrier and pushing it inward by several ters before grinding to a halt. The air scread as the two corrupt forces collided, sparks of black lightning scattering outward and tearing shallow trenches into the dead ground beneath us.

The beam dissipated.

The ard Eternal scoffed, the sound carrying clearly even through the chaos. He adjusted his stance and swung again, this ti horizontally.

The slash released a sweeping arc of deathmist, wide and razor-thin, slicing through the domain like a blade ant to cleave everything in its path.

I didn't try to counter it directly.

Instead, I stacked shields.

One layer of deathmist ford, then another, then a third, each one slightly offset, each one tuned to absorb impact rather than resist it. The arc slamd into the first shield, shredded it, tore into the second, slowed against the third, and finally dispersed in a violent burst that sent shockwaves rippling across the ground.

Before the remnants had even faded, the unard Eternal stepped forward.

He drew his arm back, deathmist and black lightning coiling tightly around his fist, compressing until the air around it warped.

Then he punched.

A colossal fist of condensed deathmist thundered toward us, trailing arcs of dark lightning that lashed outward and scorched the planet's surface as it traveled.

I narrowed my focus.

The do pulsed once as I gathered deathmist inward, condensing it brutally. Then I thrust my own fist forward.

A massive deathmist construct erupted from the do, shaped like a clenched hand, dense and solid, moving with terrifying speed. The two fists collided midair.

The impact was deafening.

A shockwave exploded outward, flattening terrain, cracking stone, and sending corrupted debris spiraling in every direction. The do shook violently, strain rippling through my channels, but it held.

As the echoes faded, I realized sothing.

I wasn't running out.

My deathmist reserves were barely dented. I could keep this up for hours if I had to.

Steve glanced at , lightning crawling across his shoulders as he braced himself. "Why aren't you using your domain?"

I exhaled slowly, keeping my eyes on the Eternals as their expressions shifted, curiosity giving way to calculation.

"Do you think I don't want to?" I replied quietly. "I can't access it."

Steve's jaw tightened. "Blocked?"

"Suppressed," I said. "Sothing in this domain is interfering with my domain."

That finally drew a real reaction.

The ard Eternal's posture changed, his stance lowering, blade angling slightly as his eyes sharpened.

The unard one straightened as well, the casual curiosity gone.

They moved in sync.

Deathmist surged around both of them as they began shaping sothing heavier, denser. This wasn't a quick strike or a probing attack. This was a signature move.

The ard Eternal raised his sword fully, deathmist spiraling along its length as the surrounding domain bent toward the blade.

"Oblivion Sever," he intoned.

A beam ford, massive and blindingly dense, warping space as it stabilized.

At the sa ti, the unard Eternal stepped forward and raised his palm, deathmist and lightning condensing until the shape of a colossal hand ford above him.

"Null Judgnt."

Steve swore under his breath. "Shit."

I took a deep breath.

And activated Node Two.

The world lurched.

Power flooded my body in a violent surge, stats spiking, channels widening under the strain. Strength, control, will—everything surged forward at once. The deathmist around responded instantly, thickening, stabilizing, bending fully under my authority.

I pressed my will outward.

Two enormous deathmist palms ford in front of the do, layered, reinforced, their surfaces rippling with contained force.

The beam struck first.

Then the palm.

The collision was catastrophic.

Light, darkness, and corruption collided in a blinding explosion that tore the ground apart, sent shockwaves racing across the dead planet, and shattered distant structures into dust.

The do trembled, but did not break.

North glanced at , her voice steady despite the chaos. "How much ti do you need?"

I kept my focus locked, my will braced against the pressure.

"Thirty seconds," I said evenly.