My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 1258: Sovereign Millennium Blood

Once again, I waited in silence.

The enormous black cube continued trembling in the distance, its surface occasionally rippling as the Eternals inside struggled against Amun’s formation.

I kept my presence completely concealed and watched the formation without moving, already knowing what was going to happen. After some time, the fluctuations around one section of the cube suddenly became violent, and a figure burst through the formation.

He came out breathing heavily, his body surrounded by unstable waves of Soul Force.

I immediately focused my attention on him.

I had seen the Feran race before, so I was curious about the beast race of this other universe and how different their bodies might be. Yet the man standing before me looked almost completely human. He was around eight feet tall, with a broad but well-proportioned body, blood-red eyes and long red hair that fell behind his shoulders.

There were no horns, scales, claws or other obvious characteristics that would immediately identify him as a beast.

His aura, however, was anything but human.

There was something wild hidden beneath it, something that felt ancient and predatory, and even though his appearance was almost entirely human, his existence carried the unmistakable feeling of a beast.

He quickly stabilized his breathing and looked around, apparently making sure that no one had followed him from the formation. Just like the two Eternals before him, he then reached into his storage space and pulled out the strange metallic compass.

Dark-red energy began flowing across its surface.

I narrowed my eyes.

The energy traveled through the rings of the compass before gradually gathering toward one side. After several moments, the red light formed a clear arrow and pointed toward the distant void.

The same direction as before.

What exactly does that compass do?

I watched him for another moment before making a decision.

I wanted that compass.

The beast Demi-God accelerated toward the dimensional crack, clearly eager to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible. I allowed him to travel some distance before finally stepping out of my hiding place.

I appeared directly in front of him.

He stopped so abruptly that the surrounding void rippled from the sudden halt. His blood-red eyes widened as he stared at me.

I smiled.

”You can call me Sovereign Origin.”

He stared at me for several seconds before a deep voice came from his throat.

”I know who you are.”

There was no fear in his voice. Instead, there was a strange confidence.

I looked at him with some curiosity. ”Then what should I call you?”

A low chuckle escaped his mouth.

”My name is Sovereign Millennium Blood.”

I raised an eyebrow.

”That is quite a unique name, care to explain.”

He laughed again, and there was considerable arrogance in that laughter. ”Since you are going to die anyway, I suppose I can tell you about it. Consider it your final wish.”

I listened without interrupting.

”I was not born with a powerful bloodline,” he said. ”I created my own path.”

His blood-red eyes gleamed.

”I searched for bloodlines throughout countless worlds. I consumed them, refined them and merged them into my own body. More than a million bloodlines now exist within me.”

I was genuinely surprised.

More than a million?

He continued proudly, clearly enjoying the opportunity to explain his achievement. ”Every bloodline carries its own characteristics and potential. I absorbed their strengths and integrated them into my own existence. By the time I reached the Demi-God realm, I had already mastered the power contained within those bloodlines to an extremely high degree.”

His aura fluctuated slightly as he spoke, and for a brief moment I could sense countless faint bloodline fluctuations hidden beneath his primary existence.

”I can call upon the power of any of those bloodlines whenever I want. Their abilities, their physical characteristics, their innate talents, all of them can become my strength.”

I stared at him for a moment before genuinely smiling.

”That is impressive.”

He looked slightly surprised.

”You must have put an enormous amount of effort into achieving that.”

A loud laugh suddenly escaped him.

”Hahaha!”

He looked at me as though I had said something ridiculous.

”Are you trying to bootlick me?”

I shook my head.

”No. I genuinely think it is impressive.”

He grinned, revealing sharp teeth.

”If you are trying to flatter me, you can stop. I am still going to hack you into pieces.”

His aura suddenly erupted.

Boom!

The void trembled.

A vast amount of Soul Force surged out of his body, and the pressure instantly climbed to the peak of the Low Demi-God realm. Even his Pale Golden Soul Force had reached the limit of what a Low Demi-God could possess, spreading around him like a massive golden-red storm.

I watched him calmly.

Peak Low Demi-God.

He raised one hand.

Blood-red energy suddenly began gathering above his palm.

At first it was only a small vortex, but it rapidly expanded as countless streams of blood began emerging from empty space. The blood did not come from his body. It appeared from nothing, pulled together by his Blood Origin, and quickly condensed into an enormous vortex.

The vortex rotated faster and faster. Then the blood compressed. The enormous mass collapsed into a single point before transforming into a spear.

He tightly grasped the weapon.

The spear was completely crimson, but there was something deeply unsettling about it. It was not an ordinary construct created from Origin energy. The spear was made from real blood compressed to an incredibly high density, and enormous amounts of Soul Force had been packed into it.

”This is my Corrosive Blood,” he said.

He paused, then smiled.

”Or perhaps Devouring Blood would be more appropriate.”

The spear trembled slightly in his hand.

”It does not allow other blood to exist. Any blood it touches will be devoured and converted into its own strength.”

His eyes narrowed.

”It took me considerable effort to tame it.”

He slowly raised the spear. Then he pointed it toward me.

”Go.”

He released it. The spear shot forward.

Boom!

The void exploded behind it.

Its speed was terrifying, and the force of its movement created massive shockwaves that spread through the surrounding darkness. Space itself seemed to bend around the spear as it tore through the battlefield.

As it approached, I suddenly felt something strange.

My blood reacted.

It was subtle at first, but the closer the spear came, the stronger the reaction became. It was almost as though my own blood instinctively recognized the threat and wanted to retreat from it.

I nodded slightly and took one step forward.

Space Origin resonated.

The entire region in front of me suddenly became still.

The spear stopped instantly. It was suspended less than an inch from my body. All of its tremendous momentum disappeared beneath the suppression of Space Origin.

The shockwaves vanished.

The blood spear trembled violently, struggling against the spatial restraint, but it could not move even a fraction of an inch.

Sovereign Millennium Blood’s expression changed.

His eyes widened.

”You...”