Esper X Family – Chapter 455 – Igniting Passion and Inspiration, Genesis Form! (23/40)

For the past several months, Jiang Huashen had been trying to perfect a single painting.

Unfortunately, with his level of ability at the time, he couldn’t fully create it. In the end, it was merely a semblance without substance.

But after all this, Jiang Huashen finally had enough confidence to complete it.

“Be careful. My masterpiece is no simple thing. I can’t guarantee you will survive to see it to the end.”

As soon as Jiang Huashen spoke these words.

The Memory Spirit’s form flickered. Massive amounts of irregular energy bodies emerged from within it, eventually coalescing into distinct entities in the air.

The deceased Light Chaser, Mimic King, and Titan were all among their ranks.

There were even many never-before-seen alien creatures, each radiating a powerful aura.

They were all born from the Memory Spirit’s memories.

Even as projections without self-awareness, they still possessed formidable strength, just that their upper limit couldn’t exceed that of the Memory Spirit itself.

This action also made its stance clear.

Clearly, the Memory Spirit wasn’t worried about the masterpiece Jiang Huashen spoke of.

This scene, which was akin to artists exchanging inspiration, sent chills down the spines of the audience.

This Memory Spirit was utterly monstrous.

A single individual was an entire army.

And every soldier in that army was a monster in its own right.

Who could possibly defeat it?

Wasn’t this just blatantly unfair?

Merely watching filled the crowd with dread for Jiang Huashen’s sake, let alone imagining the pressure of facing it personally.

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The Memory Spirit hadn’t displayed such an overwhelming formation just moments ago.

To think it would summon so many alien creatures against an Esper who had just ascended to S-rank.

Some even suspected that the Memory Spirit could invade Bluestar alone.

Yet, Jiang Huashen seemed completely unbothered, as if he felt no pressure at all.

He had long prepared a countermeasure.

At a moment like this, he had no choice but to show this alien creature what it meant to be awed by Bluestar.

Jiang Huashen was about to recreate the scene from that day.

A few months ago, the global landscape of Bluestar underwent a monumental shift, all thanks to a single great and powerful being.

With unparalleled strength, she changed the entire world. None of the boons of the new era that humanity now enjoys could have come without her influence.

Back then, Jiang Huashen had followed Mu Luo back and had the privilege of witnessing that sacred and soul-stirring sight.

He was absolutely certain that nothing else in the world could be more profoundly impressive than witnessing that very scene.

“Tong Yao” – the greatest turning point in Bluestar’s history, and the greatest turning point in the solar system.

If she were to reappear, these alien creatures invading Bluestar would be nothing more than stray dogs by the roadside.

And now, Jiang Huashen intended to recreate that moment using his ability,【Painting the Common People】.

He was going to create his own interpretation of《Tong Yao》.

Jiang Huashen took a deep breath, seemingly entering a state of extreme focus for his creation.

As memories of days past flooded back, countless inspirations burst forth from the depths of his soul.

Without using any superfluous generic form skills, just like a sudden flash of insight, an exclusive form skill naturally coalesced within his mind.

This was the ultimate creative mode that ignited all his creative passion and inspiration!

“Creation Form!”

Two low, resolute words emerged from his lips like an incantation to unlock a forbidden door.

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In an instant, the world within the painting scroll underwent a drastic transformation!

It wasn’t a mere accumulation of numerical values, nor was it the descent of immense mental power.

This was Jiang Huashen’s creative mode, cultivated over long days and months of accumulation!

In this form, he would use a ceaseless torrent of inspiration to create everything he desired!

In the sky of the outside world, the countless massive painting phantoms instantly collapsed, as if dragged by an invisible giant hand!

They reverted to their primal forms of color, imbued with the power of infinite transformations, seemingly ready to embellish the world and leave permanent marks at any moment.

Countless paintings floated in orbit around Jiang Huashen.

They were works he had accumulated over time, pieces that would undoubtedly spark a frenzy among collectors and enthusiasts in the outside world.

Yet, these very paintings were disintegrating, vast amounts of “color” detaching from them.

They carried Jiang Huashen’s understanding of “the world” and “the common people”.

And now, this power surged like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, madly converging toward the paintbrush in his hand, toward his body, toward the center of this painted realm!

The onlookers watching this scene all widened their eyes.

This familiar turn of events… Could he actually beat the Memory Spirit?

Just what kind of people are in Sequence Zero?

Jiang Huashen had just ascended to S-rank, hadn’t he?

If he could burst with potential and defeat the Memory Spirit, it would be somewhat disrespectful to the S-rank Espers of the Countermeasures Bureau who were cosplaying speed bumps earlier.

But the battle had only just begun, and the final outcome was still uncertain.

Perhaps even after bursting with potential, Jiang Huashen still wouldn’t be able to beat the Memory Spirit.

Even so, they fervently hoped for a miracle to occur!

The paintbrush vanished from Jiang Huashen’s hand.

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Or rather, his entire being transformed into an invisible giant brush.

He no longer needed physical movement. Wherever his intent reached, creation began.

All the inspiration, all the accumulated experience, all the deeply etched, soul-shaking memories of that moment were ignited under the catalysis of “Creation Form”!

The verdant hills and clear waters within the painting scroll were illuminated into a bizarre, ever-shifting spectacle by the converging torrent of color.

Space itself began to warp.

Light stretched into strange ribbons within the chromatic tides.

At the very eye of this energy storm, a silhouette began to coalesce.

Watching this, Ye Yao suddenly had a foreboding feeling.

“Wait, Huasheng Jiang ¹ Pun based on his name. Ye Yao said 酱花生jiang huasheng here, which sounds similar to 江画神jiang huashen. Can’t really translate a pun so I just flipped the name to make it sound different. ! What are you doing?”

It wasn’t just Ye Yao. Even the informed higher-ups of the Countermeasures Bureau felt a sense of alarming premonition.

At this moment, Lou Wei, who was closely observing the scene, had already guessed Jiang Huashen’s intent.

“Madman.”

Clearly, artists were indeed a group of crazed individuals.

Within the painting scroll, colors were sketching out the details.

At first, it was just a blurry point of light, akin to the singularity at the universe’s dawn.

Then, the point of light rapidly expanded and stretched, outlining a… petite, humanoid silhouette.

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There were no facial features, no details, not even a defined boundary.

The silhouette seemed composed of the purest light and shadow, presenting a state of absolute “formlessness”.

A deity shouldn’t be revealed to mortals in a mundane visage.

Yet, within this absolutely void silhouette, two characteristics stubbornly manifested, like coordinates anchoring its existence.

First, the small, almost frail stature.

Compared to the surrounding alien behemoths, each dozens of meters tall and radiating auras of destruction, she was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Yet, at the same time, she was like a point of light dense enough to collapse a galaxy, forcibly drawing in every gaze and perception.

Second, the silvery-white hair, like the Milky Way cascading down, like moonlight solidified.

The long hair wasn’t still. It flowed and drifted behind her without any wind.

Each strand seemed to contain a brilliant river of stars, emitting a cold radiance that transcended all boundaries of time and space.

This silver-white was the only concrete and most impactful proof of existence within this formless outline.

No one provided any information about her.

Yet, all the humans watching this scene through the light screens felt the answer echo from the depths of their souls:

‘Tong Yao’!

Author Note

How did the word count reach one million so quickly? I actually updated that much in such a short time?

Text: Be sure to listen to Cheshire

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