My Talent's Name Is Generator

Not a thick, heavy one but lean, fast, and lethal. Each link forged from fire and lightning fused together, pulsing with energy. I added space not a full tear, but a tension. A slight ripple in every link, so it could stretch and snap instantly between targets.

One link formed.

A glowing ring, not more than the size of my palm, burning red at the core and sparking around the edges. The lightning arced across the fire like veins of light, and when I tugged on it mentally, the ring jumped forward slightly, as if the space around it bent.

Good.

Another formed. Then another. Link by link, the chain grew, curling in the air in front of me like a serpent of glowing rings.

I gritted my teeth as the tension built. The fire screamed to erupt. The lightning threatened to snap in all directions. The spatial threads inside each link vibrated, unstable.

But I held it all.

With [Psynapse Fracture] still active, I used the three fractures to focus on each law separately—fire to burn, lightning to pierce, and space to bind them together.

The chain coiled fully now, ten meters long. Each one dense, and deadly. It floated in the air like a whip of molten gold and electric blue. I could feel its weight. Not physical, but in Essence. It was fast. Hungry. Ready.

Below, a new wave of Holt soldiers was moving in, trying to re-form their lines. Skill circles lit up across the ground. A dozen projectiles locked onto my position.

I could feel it now, every gaze, every weapon, every intention locked onto me as I hovered above with my wings unfurled. Thousands of Holt soldiers below, some trembling, some shouting orders, others already preparing their skills. They all looked up. They all saw me.

And I let them.

A small smile crept onto my face. I raised the chain again.

CRACK!

The chain flew toward a soldier mid-cast, glowing with some protective skill. He barely saw it before it hit him in the chest.

BOOM.

The moment it made contact, the fire and lightning surged inward. The force alone shattered his ribs. The heat and electricity exploded inside his body, turning him into a mist of blood and light. There wasn’t even time to scream.

My perception locked onto another Level 199 master and I whipped it to the right. This one had some kind of shield up. The chain didn’t care. It slammed into him, and instead of bursting, the rings wrapped around his body, binding him in place. Space around him twisted, compressed like an invisible vice.

He screamed and struggled, trying to break free. I just funneled a little Essence into the chain.

The rings burned brighter.

A second later, the man burst apart, bones snapping, armor crumpling, blood exploding in a red halo.

Another fighter dashed toward me using a speed skill. His movements blurred—quick, calculated. He was strong. He dodged the first swing, blocked the second with a glowing blade.

But the third strike coiled around him mid-air.

“Got you.”

The links wrapped tight, and I yanked him into the sky, higher than the rest. Then I hurled him down like a hammer. His body smashed into the stone below. A pulse of lightning and fire followed as the chain released on impact.

He didn’t get back up, ignited into fire and then ash moments later.

I let the chain spin loosely in my hand for a moment, letting it drag faint sparks through the air.

Then I raised it.

And spun.

Slowly at first, letting the links swing above my head, a gentle loop of light and metal. But with each rotation, I added more force. More Essence. The links blurred. The space around them began to ripple.

The wind picked up.

Flames bled from the chain’s edges. Lightning sparked wildly between the gaps. As it spun faster, the air twisted and warped. A cyclone began to form, thin at first, then swelling. It spiraled outward, roaring to life. A twisting column of fire and lightning, howling above the battlefield like a god’s punishment.

I kept spinning and pushing violet Essence into it.

The cyclone widened. Its eye was centered above me, but its edges reached outward like grasping arms, growing larger and larger. Soldiers below began to panic, some backing away, others shouting.

I snapped my wrist and let it go.

BOOM!!!

The cyclone dropped like a curtain.

The moment it hit the ground, the world vanished into fire and static. An explosion of roaring flame and shrieking lightning carved a path through the Holt ranks, consuming everything in its reach.

The flames surged, rolling over men and stone like liquid heat. The lightning followed in streaks, jumping from body to body, turning nerves and hearts to ash before they could scream.

It lasted.

Ten seconds. Then fifteen. Then twenty.

Still the cyclone raged, spinning and expanding, ripping through formation after formation. Weapons warped. Shields melted. Flesh blackened and cracked before it even touched the ground.

By the time the flames died down, only charred corpses and patches of glowing slag remained. The stone beneath had turned black, glassy, scorched in massive spirals. Ash floated in the air like gray snow.

And I was still floating at the center, unmoved.

The chain hung beside me like a living serpent, coils loose and swaying through the smoke, faint crackles of fire and electricity rippling down its length. It hadn’t burned out. It hadn’t even dulled. Its links pulsed with power and hunger.

I wasn’t finished as well.

I pulled the chain back, narrowed my focus, and sent it forward again, this time aiming for a cluster of elite Holt defenders. Four of them.

The chain split slightly, each section arcing toward a target.

SNAP. SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.

All four were bound at once, the chain linking them like trophies on a cord. I focused, and the spatial effect activated again. Space warped around their bodies. Their Essence shields cracked, flickered, and began to compress inward.

One of them burst immediately.

Another resisted a moment longer, then popped like a balloon.

The third managed to reinforce himself, holding on. I spun and yanked him straight into the fourth, then smashed both of them into the ground.

Then I let the chain tighten one last time.

Their bodies exploded.

Ash and blood scattered in abundance.

Below me, the Holt soldiers were panicking now. Some ran. Some screamed orders. Some tried to rally but it didn’t matter. My chain was a weapon, a whip, a net, a storm. I didn’t need to fight fair. I just needed to keep going.

And I did.

I lashed it again, another arc, another storm. More bodies fell.

I dove lower, sweeping across the field with it trailing behind me. Fire and lightning danced in the sky and scorched the land. Wherever it touched, death followed.