My Talent’s Name Is Generator - Chapter 1308

Chapter 1308: The Corridor Of The Future

I had already learned enough.

Killing her was meaningless. No matter how completely I destroyed her body, the dead zone would simply drag another version of her from the future and place it before me. If I continued fighting that way, I would only be wasting time, and time was precisely what this strange place seemed to possess in abundance.

I stopped attacking.

Instead, I raised my hand and allowed my Absolute Authority to spread through the surrounding void. One Origin after another responded to my will, and all forty-nine Origins I had comprehended merged together without the slightest resistance. Their powers intertwined, forming a perfect structure of authority that condensed around the future Lyrate.

I snapped my fingers.

The void trembled.

A golden wall descended from above as though an invisible palace had dropped a piece of its foundation from the heavens. Another wall appeared from the side, followed by another and another, until a perfect cubicle had formed around her. Each surface shone with brilliant golden light, and the forty-nine Origins flowed through its walls like countless rivers of power.

The future Lyrate immediately understood what I had done.

“So we’re changing tactics now?”

I ignored her and looked toward the Lyrate standing beside me.

“Hide your aura.”

She frowned.

“My aura?”

“Completely. Don’t let even a trace of it escape.”

She understood immediately. Without asking another question, she suppressed her presence until even I could barely sense her existence.

Inside the golden prison, the future Lyrate raised her crimson sword.

“Then let’s see how long your little cage lasts.”

She swung.

A crimson blade slammed into the walls.

BOOM!

The entire cubicle shook violently, and the surrounding void rippled from the impact, but the golden walls remained perfectly intact.

Another slash followed.

Then another.

The explosions became continuous, each strike powerful enough to tear apart ordinary space, yet the prison absorbed everything without showing even the slightest crack.

I paid no attention to her assault.

My perception remained spread across the surrounding darkness, searching for the peculiar fluctuations I had felt earlier.

Then I sensed it.

My expression changed.

“Lyrate.”

“What?”

“Don’t move.”

A strange pressure had appeared around her.

It was subtle at first, almost impossible to notice, but within seconds an unfamiliar aura began descending from the darkness above her. It wasn’t attacking her, nor was it trying to suppress her. Instead, it felt strangely similar to her own existence.

Lyrate looked upward.

“What is happening?”

“The zone is trying again.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Again?”

“It is attempting to replicate you.”

The aura became stronger.

I could feel something beginning to take shape within it, as though the dead zone was searching through an infinite number of possibilities, trying to find another version of the woman standing beside me.

“It wants to pull another version of you from the future,” I continued. “This time, I’m stopping it before it succeeds.”

I immediately focused on my Time Origin.

The moment I activated it, an invisible force spread from my body and latched onto the strange aura descending toward Lyrate. The two temporal forces collided.

The world disappeared for me. A tremendous impact exploded inside my mind. It felt as though someone had taken a gigantic hammer and smashed it directly into my skull. My consciousness reeled, and for an instant I couldn’t distinguish between my body and the surrounding void.

Then I opened my eyes.

I was standing somewhere else.

An endless corridor stretched before me.

There was a floor, but no ceiling, and no visible end. Doors lined both sides of the corridor, stretching into the distance until they disappeared beyond the horizon. Every door looked different. Some were enormous, some impossibly small, while others seemed to flicker between existence and nothingness.

I narrowed my eyes.

This wasn’t a physical place. It was a manifestation.

A temporal corridor.

A corridor through countless possibilities of the future. For a moment, I considered moving forward.

Then I stopped. Following this corridor was exactly what the dead zone wanted. Instead, I turned toward the wall beside me and placed my palm against it.

“If you want to drag me into the future…”

Golden light erupted from my body.

“Then I’ll destroy the road itself.”

I released my full Absolute Authority. The corridor trembled violently. Cracks spread from beneath my palm, racing across the walls in every direction. The doors began shaking, their surfaces warping as countless possibilities collapsed simultaneously.

The corridor couldn’t withstand the force.

CRACK!

The entire structure shattered. The endless darkness fractured like glass, and the countless doors disappeared with it. My consciousness was violently thrown backward.

I opened my eyes. I was back inside my body. Sweat covered my forehead, and my breathing was heavier than before. My entire body trembled slightly from the backlash, but there was no time to recover.

The future Lyrate was still inside the golden prison. Her scream echoed from the cube.

“What did you just—”

I raised my palm toward the cage. My fingers slowly curled.

The golden walls moved inward. The future Lyrate’s expression changed instantly.

“Wait—”

BOOM!

The entire cubicle collapsed inward.

Her body was crushed beneath the overwhelming force of the forty-nine Origins, and her crimson sword shattered along with her physical form. Orange flames erupted from within the collapsing prison, desperately trying to trigger another temporal reset.

But this time, I had already severed the connection.

The flames flickered. Then disappeared. The golden prison vanished.

Silence returned to the dead zone.

Lyrate stared at the empty space for several seconds before finally looking at me.

“Is it done?”

I lowered my hand.

“Yes.”

She relaxed slightly, but before she could say anything else, I shook my head.

“Only temporarily.”

Her expression hardened.

“The Time Origin here is stronger than mine. I managed to break its connection and destroy the temporal manifestation only because it was ownerless. Given enough time, it will repair itself.”

“So she could return?”

“Possibly.”

I looked toward the distant darkness where the enormous palace remained hidden beyond the dead zone.

“But we won’t be here when that happens.”

Lyrate followed my gaze.

“The palace.”

I nodded.

“We’ve wasted enough time.”

Without another word, we both accelerated.

The darkness rushed past us as we flew deeper into the dead zone, leaving the remnants of the temporal disturbance behind.