My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 730: System’s Authority

I held back until I saw them retreat from the tower.

Only after that did I advance.

I ascended further over the core layer, where the devastated battlefield stretched out below like a broken landscape. Fires still raged in spots across the second layer. Groups of abominations perished in droves, overwhelmed by demon troops that had lost all sense of dread. At the heart of the chaos, the tower remained standing despite its injuries, its exterior etched with fractured runes and oozing deathmist resembling dark fumes from gaping sores.

I raised my hand.

This tower had held the rift in place. It had obscured the system's view. It had fueled the Eternal’s assault and transformed a whole zone into a killing ground.

That sufficed no longer.

Essence burst forth from my Core. All the laws under my control responded immediately. Fire. Water. Wind. Earth. Lightning. Space. Polarity. Resonance.

Over the tower, the void warped.

A form started to emerge.

Initially, it appeared as a mere silhouette, immense and hazy, akin to a shadow imprinted on existence. Gradually, it grew solid. Mountain-sized fingers extended sequentially. A palm wider than the tower's foundation materialized, covered in swirling elements that coursed over it like vital streams.

The Hand of Convergence.

It didn't shine with intense light. It didn't bellow.

It merely was.

And as soon as it fully formed, the tower responded.

Runes ignited frantically over its exterior. Sealing mechanisms triggered simultaneously, layering and piling up, wailing as they attempted to withstand the impending force. Thick surges of deathmist rose, creating barriers, projections, and barriers of packed shadow.

I lowered my hand.

The enormous palm descended deliberately at the start, bearing immense mass. Space howled. The void curved inward. The sheer force flattened all nearby the tower, grinding abominations and illusions that failed to escape in time.

Then contact occurred.

BOOM!!

Destruction ensued.

The tower imploded from the strike, its foundation exploding right away. The sealing formations crumpled like thin sheets. Deathmist burst out in fierce circles, only to get smashed once more by the falling palm. Rock, law, substance, and essence all reduced to oblivion.

Once the Hand came to rest, the tower had vanished.

A huge pit lingered, its borders shimmering softly while the final remnants of the edifice dissolved into powder.

Quiet swept over the battlefield.

For an instant, the conflict itself appeared to halt.

Next, the system announced.

Alerts flooded my sight, successive and detached.

Rift identified: Grade 4

Anchor destroyed: Eclipse Anchor

System access restored

Initiating interference protocol

Target location: Rift convergence zone

Commencing rift closure

The void quivered.

Over the rift, gigantic runic rings appeared sequentially, each surpassing the previous in size. One positioned overhead. One underneath. Two others anchored on the flanks, creating a cross-shaped array that enclosed the rift entirely. Every ring blazed with unadulterated system power, interwoven with spatial formulas so intricate they warped sight.

From these, powerful spatial waves emanated.

The rift countered without delay.

Its intense radiance wavered, then contracted. The borders drew together, reality creasing as the system enforced division. The howling force emerging from the rift started to diminish at last.

Thirty percent closed.

Forty.

Fifty.

That's when resistance emerged.

From beyond the rift, dark substance rushed ahead like an overwhelming surge. Not abominations. Not phantoms.

Something different.

Thickened deathmist, appearing almost tangible, flooded out and battered the runic rings from top and bottom. The system structures shook fiercely. Fissures appeared at their rims. The rift ceased contracting and started throbbing anew, defying the seal.

The void grew dimmer.

Briefly, it seemed like an entity from the opposite side observed.

Then the system countered.

Two additional runic rings materialized right away, locking in at slanted positions. Their brilliance cut sharper, more severe, infused with forceful spatial command. As they steadied, the force intensified.

The dark substance wailed while being squeezed, demolished, and stripped apart bit by bit. Deathmist vaporized beneath unyielding spatial adjustment.

The rift spasmed sharply.

Afterward, it started crumbling for real.

Sixty percent.

Seventy.

Eighty.

The illumination faded, compressing swiftly into a thin streak. The runic rings throbbed once more, and the rift sealed with a mute collapse that unleashed a tremor across all three layers.

The void steadied.

Stars emerged again.

The crushing weight lifted.

The vibrant hues disappeared, restoring the void's natural form.

For the first occasion since the invasion started, the battlefield seemed vacant.

Beneath me, the core layer lay in wreckage. The second layer smoldered with isolated blazes. The third layer fractured and splintered. Demon troops gradually ceased, numerous gazing skyward in astonishment, their battle urges still urging against foes that had vanished.

System alerts dissolved gradually.

Rift closed

Invasion repelled

Zone secured

System authority restored

I breathed out steadily.

The conflict here had concluded.

Not the grander struggle. Not the one spanning the cosmos. Yet this field, this breach, this horror had been vanquished.

I dropped my hand while the final system energies dispersed into the void and darted ahead, reaching the precise spot of the rift's former presence. That area remained volatile, vibrating with leftover power and disrupted laws yet to calm.

I acted swiftly.

I delved inside and commanded the Abyss Core to awaken.

Violet radiance poured from below as a gradual, twisting whirlpool formed, spinning without sound. It didn't tug harshly. It just seized. Scattered law pieces in the void quivered, then floated toward the whirlpool's heart as if compelled by fate.

Sealing laws arrived initially, still keen and defiant, their forms partially ruined yet strong. Distorted spatial shards came next, twisted and fragmented from multiple compelled seals. Strands of elemental law—fire, lightning, frost, wind—followed, torn from the debris of fallen structures and wrecked realms. Additional ones existed too, strange configurations bearing foreign purpose, laws unfamiliar to me but detectable as they subtly pressed on my Psynapse.

I shut my eyes and allowed the absorption to proceed, directing the stream with firm guidance.

The whirlpool nourished the Abyss Core methodically, with care. No haste involved. Every piece got dismantled, purified, and integrated step by step. I sensed my Dawn Core adapting, broadening its inner framework to hold the influx.

The surrounding void hushed more with each instant.