My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 758 Feradros

Shera didn't leave us in suspense for long.

Right after the remaining Feran vessels completed securing the zone near the shattered rift, his steady, composed voice transmitted over the comms.

"We're heading back to Feradros," he announced. "Our central hub planet. I'll send the coordinates in a moment. Kindly stay behind us."

A brief silence followed, accompanied by a subtle change in his inflection.

"As visitors, you'll be treated with the proper respect."

The navigation data popped up on Aurora's panel moments afterward, overlaid with clearance codes and guided paths that looked heavily regulated and packed tight.

Aurora examined the details before turning to me. "Direct jumps aren't permitted," she noted. "All routes are strictly monitored."

Shera's vessel took the front position. Our group held off on leaping right away. Rather, the armadas glided onward through the empty expanse, holding tight formation as the gap widened leisurely in their wake.

It seemed deliberate. More like a measured shift than a hasty retreat.

Not until we'd traversed a broad expanse of barren space did the escort ships start tweaking their courses. Power signatures flickered across their exteriors, and the emptiness in front reacted accordingly.

A pathway materialized.

The fabric of space twisted into a multifaceted tunnel of hues. Strands of subdued blue, golden tones, and soft lavender arced together, merging like sheer veils. The passage throbbed briefly, steadied itself, and expanded wide.

Our vessel eased into it.

Upon crossing the threshold, illumination warped oddly against the exterior. Celestial bodies stretched into lines, then vanished completely, giving way to swirling shades that enveloped the craft like a gentle stream.

Ash shattered the quiet.

"Is it wise for us to head straight there," he inquired, "without any readiness? Won't we end up encircled and at risk?"

I hadn't responded yet when Lyrate chimed in.

"Wherever we end up, grey one," she replied evenly, "we're constantly hemmed in."

Ash tilted his head a bit in her direction.

Undeterred, she went on. "Here's the key difference: we've got the arsenal to obliterate the galaxy's runner-up power if they step out of line."

A short hush ensued.

"So ease up," she concluded. "And stay assured."

"Plus, return to the core. They don't know about the latest addition, so let's maintain that secrecy," I instructed, dispatching Ash to the core.

The tunnel narrowed in front, its shades elongating and dimming as the motion decelerated. The stacked glows detached from the shell in silent layers, until reality sharpened back into focus.

Stars returned to view.

The instant we exited, the vessel's scanners spiked like they'd been hit by a surge. Essence saturated the scans, rich and lively, infusing the vacuum all around.

"This star system…" Aurora whispered, her gaze darting over the screens as info streamed in. "The natural Essence levels are through the roof."

A radiant, steady sun held seven worlds in its orbit. Habitation markers glowed on five, each varying in makeup and function. Encircling bands hugged three, bristling with docks, shield networks, and bustling ports alive with endless activity.

"The whole setup belongs to them," Aurora grumbled. "It's structured efficiently."

She zoomed out the view, tracing power streams. "Each world feeds into the rest. Energy output, supply chains, weapon forging. Nothing vulnerable at once."

North edged closer. "They've built it to survive losing a planet without collapsing."

"Exactly," I agreed. "That's what places them just behind the Nagas."

As our progress carried us further in, sentinel squadrons mirrored our path. Squads detached periodically, handing off smoothly to fresh ones.

Shera's transmission resumed.

"Feradros mandates internal travel restrictions," he explained. "Unauthorized jumps inside the system are forbidden. Every world packs firepower to fend off attackers."

He halted for a beat, then tossed in offhandedly, "Even against the demon kind. Except for the Monarch, naturally."

Steve gave a quiet laugh. "That's… some serious bragging."

I observed the core planet swelling in the display.

Feradros dwarfed Dragos in size, its landmasses plainly visible across the globe. Diverging from the demon realm's fiery terrain, this world offered diversity. Expansive terrains lay under tiered skies, seas interrupted by island chains vast enough for their own metropolises.

The standout feature was its striking allure. And the bustle was evident.

Vessels shuttled nonstop between Feradros and its satellites, dense traffic routes shimmering softly as craft pierced and left the air in orderly flows. This wasn't a secluded throne; it thrummed as a nexus.

"This serves as their active base," Aurora observed softly.

"You'll lodge at the main visitor quarters," Shera informed. "It's on the heart continent, near the High Assembly area."

I arched a brow. "Directly into the hub."

A touch of humor colored his tone. "No point in feigning otherwise."

During our descent, Feradros dominated the screen entirely. Urban sprawls wove across the landscape in linked webs, not isolated spires, shaping to the ground instead of overwriting it. Certain zones suited sky-dwellers, others earth-walkers, but all connected seamlessly.

We pierced the clouds and neared a vast compound on an islet. The lodging avoided ostentation yet wasn't plain—spacious, airy buildings blended with the environs, crafted to accommodate mighty guests without restraint.

The craft settled gently.

Shera stood ready as the exit ramp descended.

"Greetings on Feradros," he offered, dipping his head. "I trust the trip was smooth."

"It was," I answered. "Your setup is… remarkable."

He gave a subtle smile. "It must be."

We stepped off, and for the first occasion since arriving in the system, the relentless activity subsided.

"Take some time to unwind," Shera went on while we strolled. "Nothing official today. Come morning, delegates will want to confer with you."

Steve shot me a side look. "Delegates," he repeated. "More than one."

Shera didn't refute it. "Feradros hears out before judging."

North locked eyes with him. "And what's the judgment about?"

"That," Shera replied steadily, "hinges on the path the Order of Absolute plans to take."

I halted for a second and scanned the far-off urban vista, the orchestrated rush of craft, the immense effort upholding this realm.

"Our goal is aiding the battle versus the Eternals," I stated.

Shera regarded me briefly, then inclined his head.

"You've arrived at the ideal spot," he affirmed.

We continued onward, the quarters sharpening into sight as the trail bent by the coast.

I extended my awareness over the isle.

The impressions I gathered halted me short.

Ferans populated every corner, naturally, yet they shared it with others. I detected Nagas navigating the areas, Elementals blending into the throng, Aquas flowing via the channels to the inner waters. They didn't seem like transients; they fit right in.

It was by design.

For a people striving to eclipse the Nagas, Feradros shunned seclusion. It wove alliances.

If invasion had already begun, threats pressing from all sides, what real edge came from supreme power? Mere supremacy wouldn't halt a cosmic conflict.

So what drove the climb to the peak?

The puzzle hung in the air as we proceeded, unresolved, nagging at my thoughts.