My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 264: Executor’s Staff – Weapon Skill

Silver let out a piercing screech, and just as the Phantom’s body crashed into the crater, he fired a concentrated crimson beam straight into the impact zone.

BOOM!

The explosion shook the air. Dust and Deathmist burst upward in a massive cloud, swallowing the entire crater.

I hovered above it all, wings spread wide, my eyes locked on the swirling mist below.

But I had no intention of giving the creature a chance to regenerate.

Without hesitation, I pointed my hand down toward the crater and activated a skill I hadn’t used in a while.

[Fractured Unity]

Violet Essence surged out from my palm like a burst of life. At the same time, thin streams of natural Essence—barely present in this corrupted domain—responded to my will. They seeped from the air, the cracked soil below, even from the nearby trees, all drawn toward me.

A brown sphere began to spin and take shape in front of my hand, slowly forming as it absorbed both kinds of energy.

But the process was sluggish. There simply wasn’t enough natural Essence around. I narrowed my eyes and focused harder, pulling more forcefully.

That’s when I noticed something strange.

A fresh surge of natural Essence suddenly poured out of the huge Deathmist wall in the distance. It came unbidden, racing toward my forming sphere and merging into it without resistance.

I raised an eyebrow at that. Why would the Deathmist—something that devoured life—let natural Essence leak out?

I ignored the oddity for the moment and focused on the task at hand.

The sphere spun faster, growing larger, denser. It crackled with unstable power—a mix of my refined Essence and the green, ambient natural Essence of the world.

When I sensed that it had stabilized—when I felt that destructive power humming inside, ready to burst—I let it go.

The brown sphere tore through the air, leaving a faint trail of energy behind it. It streaked straight into the crater.

For a brief moment, the entire world seemed to go still.

And then—

BOOOOM!!!

A massive explosion rocked the domain. The force of it blew back leaves, debris, and Deathmist in every direction. I heard a distorted, ragged screech—louder and more pained than before—as the sphere detonated on impact.

The glowing brown mass had expanded from just two feet wide to nearly six feet in diameter before it exploded, taking everything nearby with it.

Waves of dust and Deathmist shot upward. The air shuddered.

Then, finally, the dust began to settle.

And what I saw next made my eyes widen.

The Phantom was still standing. But just barely.

The entire left side of its body—from the waist up—was gone. No left eye. No left arm. No left side of its chest. Even its left leg had been blasted away. It stood shakily on only one remaining limb, the right leg, its body trembling under the weight of the damage.

A slow grin spread across my face.

“Now that,” I muttered, “was some real damage.”

But before I could fully enjoy the moment, the Phantom moved.

It raised its only remaining arm and pointed its palm straight toward the Deathmist wall in the distance. I didn’t know what it was doing at first—until the wall started to ripple like something had exploded inside it.

Then the Deathmist surged.

The thick black mist peeled off the wall and rushed toward the Phantom like a tidal wave. In seconds, it wrapped around its broken body—and began rebuilding it.

I hovered there, watching in disbelief as the creature’s missing limbs, chest, and even its armor were reconstructed right in front of me.

Just like that, it was whole again.

But I noticed something important. The new body parts—the limbs, the armor—they weren’t as solid as before. The armor was thinner, less dense. The energy around it didn’t feel as overwhelming either.

At the same time, the wall behind it had changed.

Before, it had been a massive, swirling black curtain. Now, it looked faded. Lighter. Thinner. The mist that had once rolled off it in heavy waves had been cut nearly in half.

I narrowed my eyes.

“So… it’s drawing power from the wall,” I muttered to myself. “That means the wall needs to go first.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“Silver,” I called quietly.

He answered with a sharp screech and immediately shot toward the Phantom, wings slicing through the air as crimson mist bled from his form. He’d keep the creature busy.

Meanwhile, I turned toward the wall.

I gripped my staff tightly, its surface warm in my hands. Since I had awakened the staff, I hadn’t once used its true skill—the one sealed within it. Not because I didn’t trust it… but because it was too powerful.

Too costly.

Using that skill required an enormous amount of Essence. If I activated it now, I estimated I’d be left with barely ten percent of my reserves in the generator core. In a normal fight, that would’ve been a terrible risk.

But this place was anything but normal.

I took a slow, deep breath, steadying myself. The Phantom could regenerate, and the Deathmist wall was the source. As long as it existed, this battle could drag on forever.

So I made my choice.

This was the time.

I would use it.

I recalled the skill.

[Singularity Beam] : Unleash a concentrated beam of compressed Essence from your staff, forming a devastating singularity that erases everything in its path. Enemies are pulled toward the center, disintegrating into raw Essence upon contact.

It was going to be a devastating skill if it used 90% of my concentrated Essence.

As I was preparing for the attack, Silver let out a sharp, echoing screech and rocketed downward.

As he neared the Phantom, his wings flared wide, and the crimson mist coating his body surged outward like a breaking dam.

Then he began to revolve.

The wind shifted. His wings beat in a fierce, rotating rhythm, and within seconds, a swirling tornado of crimson mist formed around the Phantom—raging, thick, and blinding. Razor-edged winds and corrupted soul force twisted together into a violent storm, locking the Phantom inside.

The creature roared from within the crimson chaos and slammed a massive fist outward, trying to punch its way free. Mist and wind exploded outward, but the tornado held—Silver’s wings beat harder, forcing the storm to tighten.

That was my chance.

I took a deep breath and turned my eyes to the Deathmist wall. I pointed my staff straight at it and whispered the command.

“[Singularity Beam].”

The moment I spoke the name, my heart gave a sharp, thunderous beat. I felt it deep in my bones.

Essence rushed through my body like a flood. From my channels, my core—it all poured toward the staff. My arms trembled as the shaft of the staff drank it in, absorbing more and more with each second.

At first, a single violet ring formed at the tip of the staff, about half a foot wide and spinning slowly like a disc of light.

Then a second ring formed inside it—half the size and spinning in the opposite direction.

Then a third.

Half the size of the second, and it hovered silently in the center, pulsing faintly with power.

I clenched my teeth. I could feel it—almost all of my Essence was gone. At most, I had ten percent left. My body felt light and drained due to the sudden lose.

Then it happened.

The rings collapsed inward all at once. No noise. No flash. Just sudden pressure.

The three became one. A single dot of violet light now sat at the end of my staff.

And then it fired.

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