My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 644: Inside The Tower

A faint smile spread across my face as I surveyed the vast asteroid and the sea of abominations swarming over its surface. It finally felt as though I had stepped into the true arena, a high-stakes game played far above the insignificant squabbles of Armus.

This location was more than a mere sanctuary; it served as a primary operations hub for the Eternals and those who followed them.

Traitors hailing from the Prime Universe collaborated openly with them here. Three colossal teleportation gates linked this stronghold to various sectors of the cosmos. The Hollow Star organization existed for a singular, grim purpose: to facilitate their path of ruin.

Logically, this sight should have provoked my rage.

Instead, I felt a quiet surge of excitement.

While it was undeniably tragic and revolting that our own kin were conspiring with the foe, this betrayal offered a distinct advantage.

It provided me with fresh prey.

I now had an entire list of individuals who were marked for death.

I moved forward, space warping beneath my feet as I took a single step.

In a flash, I manifested inside the tower's ground level, remaining entirely undetected by their senses and magical perception.

I realized instantly that this was neither a ritual chamber nor a zone of war; it functioned as a reception hub.

Long counters made of stone lined the hall, swarming with staff members who executed their duties with mechanical efficiency. Some were busy categorizing glowing scrolls, while others organized crystal tablets into precise piles or pressed seals onto hovering documents that flickered and vanished. The vibe was eerily similar to a professional administrative bureau, provided one ignored the necrotic deathmist swirling just outside.

Every worker present possessed the strength of a Grandmaster.

Though their auras were suppressed with care, they blazed like steady furnaces to my heightened senses.

The scene appeared almost mundane, resembling an office within some macabre subterranean metropolis.

I scanned the surroundings within a few heartbeats.

Petitions. Logistics logs. Records of teleportation.

This entire floor was dedicated to receiving orders and mobilizing abominations or Phantoms to execute them. It was a macabre dispatch center for the forces of death.

Interestingly, I stumbled upon a record concerning a specific individual.

Lana.

My eyes narrowed.

I peered through a thin veil of concealment to read the specifics: coordinates, rosters of assigned Phantoms, counts of abominations, schedules, and mission parameters.

It was a comprehensive operational blueprint.

This was the source of her orders and the forge where her strikes were prepared.

However, a single mystery remained: the method by which these requests reached the base.

I inspected every desk, scroll, and runic formation on the first floor, yet found no clue regarding the transmission of orders. Consequently, I shifted my position and ascended to the second floor.

The architecture was similar but on a smaller scale, with fewer staff and counters. Nevertheless, one presence was impossible to miss.

A Phantom.

It sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, deathmist draped over its form like a heavy cloak. It appeared to be the overseer of this level.

I lingered in the shadows, observing the creature.

This was truly unexpected.

These beings were the product of Eternal corruption, forged from the souls of the deceased from our universe. Their identities were erased until nothing but a shell remained, leaving them with no memory of their past or their former allegiances.

Yet here they were, serving the enemy as if it were their natural calling. The Phantom before me wasn't exceptionally powerful; its aura mirrored the one I had previously slain.

I performed another sweep of the floor. More logs, more missions, more routing data. Still, no answers.

I continued my ascent.

I drifted silently through walls and shadows, floor by floor, probing each area with my perception. Every level added a new layer to my understanding of their operations.

Eventually, I arrived at the seventh floor, the one directly beneath the summit.

I froze instantly.

The moment I extended my senses upward, I was met by a suffocating pressure. A Phantom occupied the top floor—a Transcendent one. It was the most formidable presence I had ever encountered.

It surpassed Vaelix and every other Phantom I had faced. Its aura seeped through the ceiling like a silent threat. Should I set foot on that level, even with my concealment, I would be detected immediately.

Remaining motionless, I processed all the data I had gathered. Gradually, a clearer image emerged.

The petitions processed here originated from across the Blue Spiral Galaxy. Every mission sheet and assignment contained coordinates located within my own galaxy. There were no records from beyond it.

This confirmed the base was operating strictly within my domain. They also maintained logs of those who submitted the requests, which proved highly useful.

Each petitioner had a detailed file linked to their identity, including race, homeworld, clan affiliation, Cultivation level, and a numerical rank indicating their worth to the Hollow Star.

I eventually located Lana’s dossier. Her name was clearly displayed alongside her race and homeworld. Her rank: Transcendent.

This confirmed my theories. Her personal rating was a 4—respectable, but not elite. Under her name, five missions were listed: three were completed, and two remained in progress.

She had been an active collaborator for some time.

The highest rating I discovered was a 9, held by various figures across the galaxy. The Hollow Star clearly placed immense value on those who reached that level. Yet, the mystery of how these requests manifested remained. It was as if the documents simply appeared within their folders out of thin air.

However, I picked up another detail from the idle chatter of the "staff." This asteroid was not unique. Other bases were hidden throughout the Blue Spiral, and one name was frequently whispered: Base 01.

It was a superior branch, a place the workers here aspired to reach. If this asteroid served as a dispatch hub, then Base 01 was likely the central nervous system of their entire operation.

With a quick movement, I flashed out of the tower. I had gathered sufficient intelligence. Only one thought occupied my mind: what was the best way to annihilate this place? Should I launch a direct assault or systematically dismantle it?

Both paths were viable, but I refused to be reckless.

To ensure success, I decided to perform a final, exhaustive scan of the entire asteroid base. I sought answers, particularly to the most pressing question:

Why was I unable to access the system while inside this place?