My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 755 Behind The Scenes

Once the dust had cleared, the Ferans sprang into action with swift efficiency.

Across the battered base that still stood, recovery teams spread out, hauling wounded troops from ruined spots, mending wounds and handling repairs. Rune experts started evaluating the scraps left of their defensive setups, tagging junk piles for future recovery and opening routes for escape paths as required. The stunned feeling from the event hung in the air, yet order snapped back into place rapidly.

War was nothing new to them.

But an end this neat? That was unfamiliar territory.

We didn't linger.

While the Feran troops regrouped, we all headed back to the vessel. The entryway shut tight after us, dulling the clamor from the fight zone. Within, the vibe changed from the sharp edge of combat to a more subdued mood, thick with contemplation.

North was the one who shattered the quiet first.

"Is it truly okay if we head straight there?" she questioned, her arms crossed casually while she rested against the bulkhead. "To Feradros, that is."

I gave a single nod. "It's fine."

She paused, obviously hoping for elaboration.

"We won't be sticking around long," I went on. "I need to observe the Ferans up close from within before we commit to any big steps. Their conversations. Their main focuses. Their secrets."

Steve looked up from his spot sitting down, his face pensive. "So we're not locking into any deals."

"No," I stated. "We're just watching."

Aurora moved nearer to the main control panel, her gaze catching the glow of the turning star chart. "So what's the aim?" she inquired. "In the long run, I mean."

I held off on replying right away.

Beyond the observation window, the emptiness extended forever, peaceful since the rift vanished. Sector Zero stood apart from other parts of the Blue Spiral Galaxy. More confined. Under heavier scrutiny. As if the cosmos itself leaned in closer.

"The aim is straightforward," I declared at last. "Our upcoming action needs to place us where everyone in this galaxy must take notice."

Steve released a soft sigh. "That's... bold."

"It must be," I answered. "Once our next action wraps up, I intend for the Order of Absolute to rule supreme in the Blue Spiral Galaxy. Beyond mere power. Through sway as well."

"And how exactly do we pull that off?" Ragnar wondered.

I shifted a bit, locking eyes with him. "I don't know yet."

Admitting that brought no unease.

"We'll discover it by probing this galaxy's depths," I pressed on. "By venturing into key areas. Ferans. Nagas. Elementals. We'll gauge their boundaries, their weaknesses, their reactions. And as we proceed, we'll continue to expand."

North cocked her head. "What if they push back?"

I offered a slight smile. "Then we adjust. By any means necessary."

Steve responded with a subdued laugh. "That's comforting."

"It's truthful," I noted. "The Nagas remain the mightiest species around. The Ferans aim to oust them. The Elementals believe they can steady both factions while tugging at hidden levers. Not one anticipates a fresh element that defies their expectations."

Aurora's look grew keen. "What about the Eternals."

"Yes," I confirmed. "They're the true conflict. All the rest is just setup."

********* [Shera's PoV]

The instant the battleground steadied, I reached out to Feradros.

Light swiftly coalesced in the projection room's space ahead of me as the comm system synced with protected lines. Gradually, shapes materialized—one after another, totaling five—all top-tier figures in Feran command. Varied lineages. Varied groups. Power was their sole common thread.

I dipped my head for a second, then stood tall.

"The Grade 4 Rift where I landed is now sealed," I announced.

That sparked immediate unrest.

"Without any Feran deaths," I stated evenly. "Zero verified fatalities."

Silence gripped the group briefly. Then doubt emerged.

"Impossible," one declared, his huge bull-kin build moving as controlled might pulsed in his hologram. "Even Nagas suffer costs for feats that large."

"I saw it with my own eyes," I shot back. "The rift got fully shut. Not crumbled. Not thrown off. Sealed tight."

Yet another bent in, bird-like traits growing acute. "Outside help?"

"Yes."

"And you permitted it?" a voice challenged.

"I didn't halt it," I clarified. "And I wouldn't have."

I detailed Kepal's insights, point by point. The abrupt shield violation. The rapid strike pace. How the fight area got reshaped instead of contested. I shared the news of the captured Eternal.

Upon revealing that each in the squad was Transcendent, tension rippled through the room.

"Every last one?" the bird-like one queried softly.

"Yes," I affirmed. "All of them."

"That's no mere hireling crew," a different tone noted. "That's an army."

"They go by the Order of Absolute," I proceeded. "Their head is Billion Ironhart."

A spark of familiarity crossed several visages.

"Dragos," one whispered.

"The Elementals are tracking him too now," another chimed in.

I nodded. "I issued an official invite. To Feradros."

Chaos broke out then.

"You brought them here?" the bull-kin barked. "No group approval?"

"This might tip the scales," the avian fired back at once. "If we handle them right—"

"Or it could topple us completely," someone cut in. "You don't drag an unpredictable factor that deep into Feran lands."

I allowed the debate to unfold.

A few highlighted chances. Of wielding the Order of Absolute like a weapon versus the Nagas. Others cautioned against hubris, against confusing a power that ignored rules with one open to control.

Consensus eluded them.

One hologram stayed mute the whole time. A lofty Feran with blurry traits even in the image, his presence coiled so inward it betrayed zilch. He observed. He heard.

"They haven't agreed so far," I noted as the clamor started to die down. "They're staying put."

That stirred fresh worry.

"Keep eyes on them," an order rang out.

"And ready backup plans," someone else tacked on.

The quiet Feran at last voiced his thoughts.

"We could deploy them in our upcoming venture," he murmured. "Success there would edge us ahead of the Nagas."

Shortly after, the holograms faded, stranding me solo in the room.

I lingered awhile, eyes fixed on the vacant spot.

Events accelerated wildly. The Crimson zone freshly triggered, inner strife ramping up, expedition links severed, and this fresh wildcard.

I breathed out and departed to encounter the human chief of the Order of Absolute.