My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 722: Into The Null Core

I brushed aside the alert.

Any message from the system would have to hold off. Not this instant.

The emptiness gradually calmed as the blast's echoes died down, with rubble continuing to float in wide curves nearby. Pieces of demolished stages spun slowly, their disrupted principles leaking dim glows before fading to black. The level beneath bore deep marks as well, its former neat arrangement cracked into a mess of hovering debris.

And directly before me—

Upita.

One half of his frame had vanished.

Not injured. Not harmed.

Vanished.

Starting from the middle of his torso and rising, the right portion of his shape had been utterly crushed. His shoulder was absent. Half his throat. Half his visage. In place of a complete head, only nothingness remained.

Dark blood oozed in heavy flows, floating through the emptiness like oil mixed in liquid. It refused to drop. It refused to scatter as usual. It stuck to his form, drawing itself inward, twisting as though possessing life. Deathmist billowed from the gash in thick bursts, expanding everywhere, tainting the area with an oppressive aura.

Yet... he remained alive.

I observed the dark blood starting to shift deliberately. It slithered across the ragged borders of his physique, growing denser, solidifying, attempting to restore the destroyed parts. The leftover features of his countenance jerked, fractured mandible shifting as though checking if words could still form.

That sufficed.

I darted ahead and materialized right before him, near enough for the seeping deathmist to brush against my Essence barrier. My palm thrust out without pause and crashed into his torso, precisely where his essence center ought to lie.

I called upon the Law of Space.

To shatter.

The area near my hand splintered right away. Fine fissures extended like broken crystal, not across the void, but across his being. The splits crept over his physique, bypassing skin and fluid, slicing straight through the dimensional fabric that maintained his structure.

Upita’s form spasmed.

Fissures dashed along his leftover shoulder, through his trunk, over the surviving part of his features. Everywhere the splits advanced, his body ripped anew. Fresh gashes exploded open savagely, hurling more dark blood into the emptiness. The healing process stumbled, failing to connect separations that no longer matched.

For the first time, his desperation reached me.

Not terror.

But pressing need.

I refused him any chance to respond.

I stretched my intent outward and crafted a sealed domain around us, bending the nearby void until the combat zone disappeared. The clamor, the forces, the levels, everything vanished in a flash. We were enclosed within a detached sliver of dimension, cut off from the rest.

Just him.

And me.

The system alert throbbed at the corner of my senses once more, more insistent now. It mentioned something regarding seizure. Regarding requirements fulfilled.

I disregarded it.

Instead, I delved within.

To the Null Core.

To the spot where each bound summon had originated.

My Essence flared and the expected reaction arrived at once.

A chain burst from my torso. It streaked ahead and hooked onto his torso.

The second it linked, his healing halted.

Utterly.

The dark blood halted in its tracks. The deathmist gushing from his injuries quivered, then ceased, as if severed from its origin. His physique rigidified, dimensional splits fixing him motionless.

Upita’s surviving eye fixed on me.

I commanded the chain to yank.

It shifted.

Hardly.

The opposition struck back right away, immense and unyielding, akin to hauling a whole planet via a rift in reality. The chain quaked fiercely, its segments buzzing as rival power resisted.

So this was the burden of an Eternal soul.

"I’m in a hurry," I said calmly.

The Star of Origin quivered in reply.

The deathmist seeping from Upita’s ruined physique did not scatter this time. It flowed backward. Like liquid fleeing a breached barrier, the dark haze was ripped from him and absorbed straight into the Star of Origin. His opposition diminished at once.

The chain lunged.

Something ripped loose.

From deep in Upita’s torso, a radiant blue sphere surfaced, packed with soul vibrations. It fought for a moment, flashing wildly, but the chain encircled it fully and drew it toward me.

The instant it fused, I sensed it.

Within the null core, next to the serene white spin of the main nucleus, a fresh, tinier nucleus took shape. Blue. Volatile. Whirling swiftly as it aligned into path. It bore weight, recollections, and an edge that felt foreign and out of place in this cosmos.

But now my Psynapse level allowed me to delay the recollections.

I gazed at the Eternal.

He couldn’t vocalize but sent his words straight into my thoughts.

’You will not escape.’

Then his physique dissolved swiftly.

Lacking the soul to bind it, his leftover structure started to disintegrate. Dark blood grew fragile, crumbling rather than mending. Fissures propagated through the remnants of his build as the principles sustaining him crumbled.

I wouldn’t allow any waste.

I consumed it entirely.

Blood. Deathmist. Shards of law. Every remaining bit was drawn into the Star of Origin until the spot once occupied by an Eternal stood barren.

I had gained a fresh summon.

I didn’t summon him forth.

Certain tools worked best concealed until their critical use arose.

I dismissed the sealed domain with a gesture.

The combat zone surged back.

Beneath me, the second level embodied utter disorder. Inferno tempests ravaged tainted edifices. Deathmist swelled like animated waves, smashing fiercely against scorching principles of ruin. Vast portions of the level tumbled, splitting into wrecked segments.

In the midst of the turmoil stood Saleos.

He advanced as a disaster embodied. Half the level blazed due to his efforts alone, his fire principles etching broad paths of devastation through all obstacles. On the opposing flank, Ragnar, Silver, and Aurora proved equally ruinous, their aura transforming the field into a killing zone.

I looked inward.

Inside the Dawn Core, two Fractured Unity bombs continued their silent turns, undisturbed. I kept them stored. The nucleus level could yet require them.

Then I spread my awareness wide.

The region encircling the leftover two levels and Eternal barriers was bound, blocking major and distant shifts.

I countered it.

I unleashed my own dimensional wave.

It burst forth with a keen rush, smashing into the enforced barrier. The restraint broke like fragile ice, the dominance dissolving in rippling breaks.

The dimension flowed freely once more.