My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 786 Who Is Trapped?

******* [Billion's PoV]

Exactly twenty-three seconds passed before I grasped the true purpose of that ancient rune, integrated with the rest I had already mastered.

It wasn't designed to operate alone. Instead, it served as a stabilizer, capable of briefly harmonizing clashing systems without causing them to shatter.

The understanding snapped into focus.

And the outcome struck right away.

Moments before the enormous deathmist beam launching from the vessel slammed into my protective barrier, I summoned my domain to emerge.

I permitted its presence.

The impact happened in an instant.

Through my eyes, the approaching strike dragged to a sluggish pace. The once-raging, space-shattering flood of deathmist transformed into a heavy, reluctant surge, each fragment battling against its advance as though time had grown syrupy.

That proved sufficient for my needs.

I triggered the Star of Origin.

A silent, utter void parted behind my hand. The consuming force gripped at once, dismantling the beam bit by bit. Deathmist wailed while ripped from its form, gulped down entirely, funneled straight to the core it was destined for.

In mere moments, the assault vanished. Utterly devoured.

The Star of Origin blazed briefly, bloated with the fresh deathmist it had claimed, before calming to a rhythmic, restrained throb.

I dropped my hand.

"It's done," I stated with composure.

The strain encircling us lifted. The fierce quaking in the atmosphere subsided.

Steve let out a sharp breath next to me, at last easing his vigilance. The electricity swirling on his arms faded, withdrawing into his pathways as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Finally," he grumbled, a hint of ease entering his tone.

An awkward quiet settled over the battlefield.

I refused to squander the moment.

With a quick twist of my wrist, purple runes appeared around me, their patterns expanding step by step. They burst forward and encased Steve and North before they could utter a word. I moved swiftly, even quicker than normal, since I already detected stirrings, purposes, emanating from the weaponized Eternal as he barked orders to the outpost.

The runes grew in number at a blistering rate, linking up, bolstering each other. In moments, their forms were sealed within barriers matching those safeguarding the Transcendents of foreign lineages.

The sole variation lay in the hue.

While the rest shimmered in a subdued green, Steve and North found themselves enveloped in rich purple.

I released a measured exhale and stood tall.

Next, I commanded the deathmist to surge once more.

It poured from my pathways without hindrance, cascading across my frame and snapping into formation like plating. The barrier enveloping us faded as I let it go, and the change hit instantly. The overwhelming force we'd endured evaporated, together with that choking urge to be wiped away. The domain's malice slipped from me as though it had never existed.

I shrugged my shoulders, sensing liberty flood back.

"Alright," I declared steadily, a grin emerging amid the lingering strain in the atmosphere. "Now we can finally talk."

I advanced with one step.

One of the huge deathmist orbs suspended over the outpost quaked fiercely. Then, compelled by an unyielding attraction, it broke loose from its spot and hurtled at me like metal drawn to lodestone.

I lifted my palm.

The Star of Origin ignited without delay.

The deathmist gushing from the orb was consumed while airborne, peeled off in howling torrents that disappeared into the emptiness beyond my hand. Simultaneously, I unleashed the Abyss Core. A profound, fiercer might erupted as law shards lodged in the orb were yanked free and ingested too.

The orb started to crumble, its framework disintegrating beneath the dual absorbers.

I kept my gaze fixed.

From behind, Steve issued a quiet whistle. North adjusted her footing, her stare riveted on the breaking-down creation.

Abruptly, the array formation built into the vessel powered up anew.

Three enormous layered runes bloomed in the sky, each spinning in opposing paths, scraping against the fabric of space. The other two deathmist orbs shook wildly before getting ripped to pieces, their essence hauled toward the middle by an overpowering draw. Deathmist poured inward, dense and oppressive, warping space in its path.

In the formation's core, a new orb began forming.

It gleamed black. Not mere darkness, but something thicker—whirling, condensing, imploding upon itself. The rune rings constricted, level upon level, their force mounting with merciless accuracy. The former immense, peak-sized stockpiles of deathmist were squeezed relentlessly, until the orb dwindled to the size of an eye.

Still, the aura emanating from it chilled the soul.

The compactness was outrageous. Sufficient deathmist to submerge a metropolis, crammed into a gap narrow enough for two fingertips.

The runes kept vibrating, their light intensifying as they maintained the creation's balance, averting an early blast.

I observed the whole sequence quietly, offering no disruption. At last, the structure held firm. The layered runes started to dissolve sequentially, stripping back as their role concluded.

And then the orb shifted.

In one instant it lingered at the array's midpoint, dense and buzzing with ruinous purpose, and the next it vanished, propelled ahead like a shot from cosmic fury.

Directly toward me.

The void linking us howled.

I elevated my palm.

From my domain, a wave extended outward. Time warped near my hand, curving inward as the law wove into the area before me. The orb failed to halt.

It decelerated.

It felt like existence had seized it and declared refusal.

The rotating clump of deathmist inched ahead, its spin faltering as time's opposition ground down its speed. Fissures spread over its shell, not solid breaks but warps, instants splitting under the burden of enforced sluggishness against its nature.

The Star of Origin blazed.

A whirlpool yawned in front of my palm, immense even in its tight shape. The retarded orb was pulled in, shrieking mutely as its makeup came undone fragment by fragment.

Deathmist sloughed off initially, flayed and gulped in heavy, savage flows. Next followed the packed law pieces binding it, wrenched apart and devoured completely. The orb contracted swiftly, folding in as its heart was broken down by my command.

Moments afterward, it ceased to be.

The whirlpool sealed shut.

I brought my hand down as the Star of Origin throbbed once.

"Before any of you think to launch that same idiotic strike again," I stated evenly, "allow me to eliminate the urge."

I raised my hand and aimed at the leftover orbs looming over the field of battle. For a split second, stillness reigned.

Then they burst.

The blasts began without sound, space curling inward as the packed deathmist broke apart. A pulse later, the blast wave surged, sweeping the barren world like a crumbling skyline. The heavens wavered, the vessel's frame creaked in agony, and bits of tainted power vaporized into oblivion by my decree.

I spared no glance at the destruction.

Rather, I pressed onward.

Space twisted, placing me abruptly before them.

The assembled group tensed at once. The Eternals held firm without flinching, yet I noted the faint stiffening of their forms, the way their focus honed entirely on me. The phantoms remained still, inscrutable through their masks. The Transcendents of distant kin, though, lacked such poise. Their dread seeped freely into the surroundings, frames quivering as my aura bore down relentlessly.

"I'm sure you already know who I am," I declared steadily, my eyes sweeping over each in turn. "And by now, you've spotted something you weren't meant to spot."

Several Transcendents gulped audibly. One teetered on the edge of falling.

"So here is what will occur," I continued. "You are not leaving this place alive. That verdict stands firm."

"What you still possess is an option," I added. "You can reveal how to access your headquarters. Not a midpoint. Not a gateway whisper. The real route. In exchange, I offer you something scarce."

Their focus intensified.

"A chance," I stated plainly. "A chance to serve under me."

A wave of discomfort rippled across the assembly.

"You can pledge allegiance to the Hollow Star if you wish," I appended, my stare turning icy. "You can hold to it until your final gasp. Should you, I will rip your souls free and toss them to the monstrous legions you aided in forging."