My Talent's Name Is Generator

I remained hidden within the pocket dimension, watching the silver Essence continuously flow from the ancient skeleton into the Roc’s enormous body.

The more I observed, the more I understood the nature of this place. The skeleton was not merely an inheritance left behind by some ancient beast; it was a massive reservoir of pure Space Origin, and the Roc had been using it to strengthen his own comprehension for countless years.

That made him even more valuable to me, but it also meant I could not afford to give him time to react once I attacked. I slowly gathered my Soul Force and began constructing the technique inside my body, carefully suppressing every fluctuation so that the Roc would remain unaware of my presence.

Space Origin gathered first, followed by Time and Resonance, and I gradually compressed the three forces until they became almost completely undetectable, like a ripple waiting beneath the surface of a perfectly still lake.

I waited until the silver Essence had completely entered his body before finally releasing the attack.

At almost the exact same moment, the Roc’s head suddenly lifted.

He had sensed something.

His enormous silver eyes snapped toward my hidden position, and his aura erupted as he instinctively tried to react, but he was already too late. The attack had left my body the instant he detected the fluctuation, and an invisible ripple crossed the distance between us before he could even spread his wings.

Thousand Soul Blossom.

There was no visible projectile. The attack simply entered his body.

For a fraction of a second, nothing happened.

Then his enormous body convulsed.

Multiple explosions erupted across his body simultaneously, not from the outside but from within. His Soul Force violently fluctuated as the Thousand Soul Blossom tore through his inner defenses and directly attacked his soul. Blood burst from his mouth, silver feathers exploded into the surrounding void, and enormous wounds opened across his wings as his own Soul Force became chaotic. The Roc let out a terrifying scream that shook the entire pocket dimension, his voice filled with pain and disbelief as he desperately tried to stabilize his soul.

”Who are you?!”

His roar echoed through the pocket dimension, but I gave him no answer.

The Roc immediately abandoned his meditation and attempted to use Space Origin to escape. His enormous body collapsed into a silver spatial ripple as he tried to flee into another region of the pocket dimension, but I had already expected that reaction. The moment his spatial fluctuation appeared, I released another attack.

Absolute Origin Storm.

The entire pocket dimension erupted.

Every Origin within my comprehension surged outward under Absolute Authority, and the surrounding Space immediately twisted into a gigantic multicolored tornado. Origins fused together, each one supporting the others as the formation-like structure of the attack expanded around the Roc.

The silver Roc tried to escape.

He failed.

Space locked his enormous body inside the storm. The Roc roared and desperately attacked from within.

Silver spatial blades appeared around his body and tore into the storm, but the moment they emerged, Space and Time swallowed them. He tried to force his way outward with his enormous physical strength, only for Earth Origin to drag him back toward the center. He tried to tear apart the flames, but Water and Wind immediately restructured the attack around him.

I floated outside the storm and continuously poured my Soul Force into it.

The deeper I fed the attack, the more violent it became.

The pocket dimension shook continuously as the enormous tornado rotated around the Roc. Silver feathers were ripped from his body and scattered through the storm, while blood mixed with the swirling energy. His wings were gradually torn apart, his scales and flesh were damaged, and his attempts to resist became weaker with every passing moment.

I maintained the attack.

One minute passed.

Then another.

For two full minutes, I continuously fed Soul Force into the Absolute Origin Storm without allowing it to weaken.

Finally, the storm began to slow. The enormous vortex gradually contracted, and the countless Origins separated from one another as the attack finally reached its limit.

The Roc’s body emerged from the dissipating storm.

Or rather, what remained of it.

His enormous true form had already disappeared, and his human body had returned involuntarily. He fell from the air, his body covered in blood and deep injuries, with both wings badly damaged and one arm and leg broken. His breathing was barely audible, and his Soul Force was so weak that I could hardly sense it.

He was still alive. But I had no intention of giving him an opportunity to recover. I appeared beside him before he could even open his eyes.

A golden sword formed in my hand. Time Origin flowed along its edge, and the power of Decay gathered around the blade.

The Roc looked up at me. There was fear in his eyes now.

I swung the sword.

The blade passed through his body.

His existence immediately began collapsing under the combined power of Time and Decay. His flesh withered, his bones disintegrated, and within moments his entire body turned into countless particles of silver-gray dust that scattered through the pocket dimension.

His Origin fragment remained.

I reached out with my Soul Force and pulled it directly into my Divine Core.

The moment I absorbed it, an enormous amount of comprehension flooded into my consciousness.

Space Origin.

The understanding contained within the Roc was far deeper than I had expected, and the comprehension surged through my Divine Core before rapidly integrating into my own understanding. I remained completely still as the enlightenment continued, feeling my Space Origin resonance climb higher.

Thirty-three percent.

Thirty-five.

Thirty-eight.

The increase continued until finally the comprehension stabilized.

Space Origin — 43%.

I smiled slightly. Eternal Time had pushed my Time Origin to forty-three percent.

Now the Roc had done the same for Space.

I slowly turned my gaze toward the enormous ancient skeleton floating in the center of the pocket dimension. I had almost forgotten about it during the battle.

Almost.

The amount of Space Origin contained within those ancient bones was far beyond what I had absorbed from the Roc himself. It was an ancient inheritance that had probably existed for an unimaginable length of time, and now there was no reason for me to leave it behind.