My Talent's Name Is Generator

I sent her a command mentally, sharp and clear. She accepted it without hesitation.

With a slow wave of her hand, the crimson mist around her surged forward like a tide. It crawled across the stone and wrapped around a small plant near the edge of the pool. In seconds, the plant began to tremble and grow.

It stretched upward—four feet, then eight—its branches thickening, leaves unfurling in waves of green and crimson until it transformed into a towering tree. The roots cracked the stone slightly as they dug deep and fast.

I stared at the result, both impressed and slightly awed.

"Man, I love how insane your comprehension is."

I stepped closer, placing a palm against the tree’s bark. It was warm, pulsing faintly with life.

"Verdant Extraction."

A green glow spread across the tree’s trunk, and I immediately felt it—pure, vibrant life force flowing into my hand. It coursed through the engraved channels within my body, spreading like warm light.

And without needing to command it, the energy began infusing into my limbs, muscles, and bones, naturally distributing itself wherever I needed it most.

I took a deep breath and stepped back.

The tree now looked a little weathered—its color faded, branches slightly drooping.