My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 720: Sealing Laws

My gaze remained fixed on the Eternal, tracking every inch of his form.

He hadn't budged an inch.

That initial strike wasn't intended as a finishing blow. It was a probe, designed to determine if his physical shell obeyed the laws of reality or if he was merely a manifestation of pure concept.

The conclusion was clear.

His frame was tangible, solid, and very much present.

However, his Law of Sealing possessed enough potency to intercept a punch backed by my personal Essence and raw willpower. He had halted me just before impact without showing any sign of difficulty.

That fact alone provided all the data I required.

A faint, knowing grin touched his lips, reminiscent of someone who had just unraveled a fascinating mystery.

"Your strength exceeds what it should be," he remarked in a composed tone. "And that Essence... it is unlike any signature I recognize."

His focus intensified, his dark eyes catching the faint violet radiance emanating from my limb.

"Is this a self-inflicted modification?" he asked. "A mutation? Some unique talent? Or perhaps something originated from outside the system you inhabit?"

I gave no reply to his inquiries.

Instead, I looked him in the eye and countered with my own question.

"What is your name?"

He didn't waver. There was no theatrical posturing or hollow threats.

"I am called Upita," he answered immediately.

I gave a solitary nod. "I am Billion."

The world went still for a moment. The sealed zone surrounding him emitted a low hum, the vacuum between us vibrating as two opposing authorities ground against one another without making contact.

Then, I voiced the only question that truly mattered.

"Tell me, Upita," I began, my voice steady. "Why do you Eternals wage war on our universe? Why are you harvesting the souls of my people? What is the purpose of all this?"

His face remained a mask of indifference.

He listened in silence.

When he finally spoke, his tone was devoid of passion, nearly academic in its detachment.

"In our endeavor to reach our ultimate destination," he explained, "your universe simply happens to be in our path."

I felt my fists tighten, yet I remained silent.

"You are merely a step," Upita went on. "An obstacle. A barrier that must be overcome."

His obsidian eyes never left mine.

"To achieve our ends, we will take your people if necessary. We will wipe out your civilizations if required. Even the total destruction of your universe is a price we are willing to pay."

There was no malice in his delivery.

"It is not driven by emotion," he concluded. "It is nothing personal."

I studied him for a long beat.

Eventually, I nodded.

"I see," I whispered.

I tilted my chin up, the violet Essence within me beginning to churn once more, freed from its restraints.

"From your perspective, it isn't personal. I can accept that," I said.

My expression turned cold.

"But from where I stand?"

A heavy, oppressive pressure began to radiate from me.

"It is extremely personal."

The stagnant silence between us shattered.

That short conversation had provided ample time.

My Right to Insight had already pinpointed every sealing rune orbiting Upita. The structures were intricate and elegant in their cold logic, yet they lacked perfection. Perfection is an illusion. As the scan finished, their flaws were laid bare—specific nodes where the flow of law was just a bit too rigid.

I lifted my hand, fingers splayed as if reaching for the strings of a phantom instrument in the void.

I tapped four fingers in a rhythmic sequence.

The Law of Resonance surged in response.

Four silent, precisely tuned ripples expanded from my palm. They didn't just crash into the seals; each wave adjusted its trajectory, sliding into the runes at the exact points where their harmony was most fragile.

A sharp, crystalline snap rang out through the emptiness.

The sound of precision overcoming power.

The sealed perimeter around Upita cracked like glass under a hammer, fractures racing across the surface before the whole structure imploded. In a flash, the isolation was gone, and the Eternal was exposed to the open void once more.

Though his face was featureless and unreadable, the slight hitch in his posture betrayed him.

He was caught off guard.

I didn't give him a chance to regroup.

Stepping forward, I flickered through space, folding reality to appear directly in his face. My palm lashed out. The Law of Polarity flared as I pushed the Law of Reflection to its absolute peak.

A dense, absolute sphere of force manifested before my hand, warping reality inward.

It slammed into his torso.

BOOM.

The detonation roared through the vacuum, sending Upita’s body hurtling away like a falling star, punching through the void toward the second layer. The shockwaves distorted light and Essence alike as they spread.

I didn't stop to watch his descent.

Instead, I triggered the Abyss Core nestled within my Dawn Core.

The lingering shards of the broken seal were sucked toward me, collapsing as if caught in a gravitational well. Fragments of law and ruined runes were pulled into my body, refined, and integrated directly into the Dawn Core.

The surrounding void regained its stability.

The starved space began to circulate once more.

I lowered my arm, my eyes locked on where the Eternal had landed below.

"I am not a hurdle you can just walk over," I stated flatly.

Then, I lunged.

Space bent under my feet as I dived toward the second layer, where ruins and thick deathmist rose to meet me. This battlefield was my choice. The second layer was saturated with corruption and deathmist, teeming with entities trying to breach the surface. If we were to fight, it would be here, where his subordinates would struggle and I could block their path entirely.

Saleos was already there, hovering at the perimeter, his aura burning bright as he held back the tide of Eternal forces. I gave him a quick nod before focusing entirely on what lay ahead.

Before the next clash, I glanced at my status.

[Level: 399]

A soft breath escaped me.

The chaos had granted me fifty levels. The growth was staggering, yet I could feel the invisible ceiling looming. The next great threshold was Level 400. Crossing that gap would require something more.

It required a turning point.

I slowed as I reached the second layer, hovering over the wreckage. The debris shifted as molten rock was pushed aside, and the Eternal emerged. His ash-colored skin was unmarked, and his glass-like eyes were already locked onto me.

The deathmist retreated from him, forced aside by laws alien to this realm.

I felt no trepidation.

Only total concentration.

He rose to my height, his presence exerting a heavy pressure on the battlefield, a silent command for all lesser beings to submit.

I allowed myself a small smile.

"Yes. You'll do perfectly."

If anything was going to bridge the gap to the next level, it would be defeating an Eternal who thought himself superior.