My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 757 Jupiter

In the heart of the Prime Galaxy, gravity twisted upon itself in a profound convergence.

Enormous black holes whirled around each other in a languid, purposeful waltz, their event horizons warped and pulled by the relentless attraction. The void separating them howled from the tension, rays of light curving into endless loops that couldn't break free, while time stretched out, thinned to a fragile thread. Any common substance trapped in that gap would have been shredded to pieces well before a single idea could flicker to life.

However, an oddity persisted amid those dual singularities.

A secluded bubble of space, sculpted intentionally, where clashing gravity forces balanced precisely to forge a calm void. Suspended in that calm floated a world.

This world was colossal, its exterior shadowed and marred, landmasses shattered by eons-old seismic fury. Immense ridges of mountains slashed over its face like eternal gashes, summits sharp and ebony, threads of muted red lava shimmering dimly under the shell. The world didn't revolve in the usual manner. It stayed fixed in suspension, anchored by influences far too exact for chance.

Upon one of those mountain chains, a flat expanse had been excavated ages past.

The rock in that spot gleamed sleek, refined by an ancient power beyond mere weathering, shaping a broad round dais inscribed with subtle channels that throbbed gently, responding to the nearby emptiness. Overhead, the heavens warped in bizarre fashion.

Suddenly, the fabric of space ripped apart.

A gateway erupted into being over the dais, radiating a fierce scarlet glow that seeped into the atmosphere. Out of it plummeted a pod, encased firmly in folds of power and binding sigils, leaving trails of scarlet vapor as it dropped.

The pod crashed onto the dais with a resounding thud.

The gateway snapped shut, vanishing as though it had never appeared.

For a fleeting instant, all remained still.

Footfalls then resounded over the rock.

From the distant side of the dais, a silhouette advanced without haste. He stood tall, his build slender yet solid, each motion reined in with eerie perfection. Slate-gray flesh covered his form without a wrinkle. His pale hair cropped neatly and exact, every lock in order. His gaze held obsidian depths, mirror-smooth, betraying no gleam, no feeling.

An Eternal.

He halted in front of the pod and rested a single palm on its shell.

The bindings offered no opposition.

As soon as his touch connected, the scarlet restraints unwound like illusions dispelled, breaking into benign specks that dissolved away. The pod folded in on itself, exposing the Eternal inside.

The imprisoned Eternal lurched ahead, struggling to keep his balance. His breaths came ragged, his presence shattered and erratic, gaze widened in awe at the environment. The sheer weight of the location could pulverize weaker entities, but he held on, propelled by astonishment rather than power.

"Where is this?" he inquired initially, then amended, his tone sharpening. "No… what is this place?"

The silhouette before him offered no reply.

The Eternal gulped and straightened a bit more. His senses extended outward, returning splintered, akin to rays fractured through shattered crystal. No locations registered. No fixed voids. No markers to grasp.

"This isn't a holding facility," he muttered, mostly for his own ears. "It's not a battlefield either."

Yet silence persisted.

His gaze rose once more, locking onto the one ahead. The resemblances disturbed deeply. Far too akin to his own.

"You're not from the expeditionary forces," he pressed warily. "I would remember you. I recall every one of them."

The silhouette regarded him through dark, mirroring orbs that revealed nothing.

"Who are you?" the imprisoned Eternal demanded.

That prompted a reply, but hardly the kind he sought.

"You hold no further place in your command structure," the silhouette stated evenly.

A spark of unease flashed over the Eternal's features. "Then this is an internal matter," he replied. "A correction? A reassignment?"

Silence.

His jaw clenched. "If this is a correction, I require explanation. By whose authority—"

The silhouette at last shifted.

He advanced nearer, his aura intensifying, the space nearby contracting faintly, sufficient to trigger the Eternal's reflexes to flinch.

"My name is Jupiter," he uttered softly.

The statement hit with surprising force.

A fracture appeared in the Eternal's poise. "That designation doesn't exist," he stated. "Not anymore."

Jupiter inclined his head, only slightly.

"It does here."

The Eternal parted his lips to respond further.

Jupiter lashed out.

The strike blurred with impossible speed, his limb a fleeting shadow before connection. No blast erupted, no burst of power flared. The hit connected squarely on the imprisoned Eternal's torso.

His form didn't soar away.

Rather, it quivered.

A profound inner tear reverberated within as dark ichor gushed from his lips, splashing across the rock. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the dais with force, one palm pressing the surface as his breaths grew hoarse.

Jupiter didn't hesitate.

He laid his palm over the crouching Eternal's crown.

A gentle emerald glow ignited. It seeped into the prisoner's cranium. The Eternal's frame tensed briefly, then relaxed fully, awareness extinguished without a fight.

Jupiter hoisted him effortlessly with a single grip, as if he were weightless.

He pivoted and headed to the dais's rim, following a sculpted trail that plunged further into the peak. The tunnel widened into a room where a slab of stone rose vertically, its face alive with morphing glyphs that shifted endlessly.

Jupiter positioned the senseless Eternal on the slab.

The glyphs blazed more intensely, then the rock face melted for a heartbeat, engulfing the form completely. Moments later, the slab solidified again, flawless and pristine, as though untouched.

Jupiter rose straight.

Without a backward look, his shape flickered, the void curling around him. He disappeared without a sound, restoring the room to solitude.

Overhead, the black holes maintained their endless circuit.

And deep in the mechanisms ruling reality, the seized Eternal transcended simple captivity.

Jupiter paused atop a different summit, the ground under his soles burned sleek by powers predating wear. The warped firmament loomed close, celestial lights dragged into lazy curves by the dual voids' tug. He ignored it all.

He addressed the vacant breeze.

"Are you going to punish him?"

He lingered motionless, as if attuned to a voiceless exchange.

"…I see."

A longer interlude ensued.

"But we could have gained three more," he remarked steadily. "If he had just obeyed."

Further quiet.

Jupiter's digits flexed subtly by his thigh.

"You're gambling with him," he went on. "You know that. He ought to be bound, not permitted to wander operational zones freely."

The peak's gust surged momentarily, then faded.

"Yes," he acknowledged shortly after. "The Fallen could meddle."

His head angled minutely, seeming to concede a silent rebuttal.

"…No. I understand."

One last delay.

"You can handle him," Jupiter concluded. "If necessary."

He quieted once more, aura firm, face unaltered, as if no exchange had occurred.

Then the void rippled gently about him, and the summit stood deserted again.