My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 787 Irritation And Anger

My words resounded through the relay field while the assembled Transcendents and the pair of Eternals remained hushed. No instant responses came from any of them. They focused on hearing. They scanned the scene. They mulled over the risks of picking a faction.

I had long realized the Eternals wouldn't turn against their side. Their very being linked to Hollow Star in bonds deeper than mere life or terror. They showed no doubt because they trusted in success.

Yet that certainty didn't apply to the rest.

Those Transcendents trailing them differed greatly. They still tied to this galaxy. They held onto roots, heritage, and stakes worth protecting. Once they had picked Hollow Star. Such a decision could shatter.

My speech targeted them precisely.

The weapon-bearing Eternal advanced.

His steps came firm and deliberate, his armament resting loosely at his hip without strain. He readied no stance like a foe might. Instead, he neared as if facing a peer.

"I must say," he stated, his tone even and resonant amid the deathmist-laden void, "you are truly an anomaly. The power you wield is not something we can defend against."

His dark, glassy gaze locked onto mine steadily.

"But this relay," he went on, nodding faintly at the enormous outpost hovering in his rear, "has been attacked by a Saint before."

His stare grew a touch keener.

"And it still stands. Do you know why?"

My gaze tightened a bit as my senses stretched out again, probing the relay's framework, the encircling deathmist, and the buried depths of the lifeless world. I hunted for secret tethers, hidden mechanisms, or outside forces upholding the relay past what I'd already wrecked.

Nothing appeared.

No sleeping power poised to stir.

No backup stashed out of my grasp.

Even the core outpost at his back stayed mute, its shields dormant, its frame laid bare.

"Why?" I inquired.

The Eternal eyed me for a short instant before replying.

"That question," he noted evenly, "means you do not yet understand the depth of the game being played here."

No scorn laced his words.

"What is your plan after reaching our headquarters?" he pressed on. "To destroy it? Do you believe no one has attempted such a thing before?"

He skipped any reply from me.

"Hollow Star does not depend on a single location. It exists across countless systems, countless worlds. Even if you destroy one base, another will replace it. Even if you eliminate ten, a hundred more will rise. You are attempting to dismantle something that does not rely on permanence."

His look flicked momentarily to the shapes at his back.

"The problem is not your strength," he declared. "It is your origin."

He lifted his hand a fraction, pointing to the five Transcendents arrayed behind him.

"Have you ever seen an Eternal defect?"

He halted for a beat.

"No."

His tone stayed firm.

"But look behind me."

The five forms held still. They offered no rebuttal.

"They chose us."

"They chose to abandon the limitations of their origin - your universe."

"You call them traitors," he added. "We call them those who understand reality."

His eyes met mine once more.

"Your world is weak. Your galaxy is fractured. It produces resistance, but it cannot sustain it. You may destroy this relay. You may destroy many more. But while you do, we will continue to expand. We will continue to replace what is lost. We will continue to grow."

"In the larger structure of the cosmos," he stated, "you are still insignificant. A temporary disruption. A single particle attempting to resist a system that has already outgrown you."

He kept his stare fixed without flinching.

"No one here will follow you."

I let out a laugh.

"So many words," I remarked, locking eyes with his obsidian glassy orbs, "just to say such stupidity."

I offered no chance for rebuttal. My hand thrust ahead, striking his torso. No obvious buildup showed. No rush of Essence poured forth. Just the strike itself. The blast hit moments after.

A packed shock burst from the clash point, the atmosphere folding in before blasting wide. The Eternal's form disappeared from my front and rematerialized scores of meters distant, ripping through the row of Transcendents in his wake. Their bodies flew apart on contact, some hurled away, others raising shields too slowly to catch the full blow.

His frame kept going till it crashed against the relay's frame.

The smash unleashed a profound, ringing clang that shook the whole outpost. The surface plating dented inward at the strike spot, fissures spreading like webs over the shadowed exterior as the Eternal's body lodged deep within.

I eased my hand down gradually.

Annoyance simmered under my composed surface, icy and constant. His pride didn't irk me. The reality in his speech did. Entities born in this universe. Molded by it. Granted power, roots, and life inside it. Still, they forsook it without pause.

Not from force, but willingly. I breathed out steadily, allowing the strain to fade into calm.

My attention turned to the leftover Eternal. He hadn't budged from his spot. He had seen it all. He grasped fully what transpired.

I could end him.

I could wipe out both before they could act. Yet that gained nothing. I required the location data to press on.

Lacking it, this would turn into precisely what the initial Eternal outlined. A drawn-out hunt. A piecemeal breakdown of edge points while the heart stayed veiled.

I refused to squander years ripping through scraps. This had to conclude at its root. Yet holding back against foes ripe for oblivion felt... grating.

This whole chase—pursuing, pinpointing, shattering one relay then the next—had outlived its value.

My tolerance wore thin. I fixed my stare on the surviving Eternal. Now, no demand colored my tone. Just assurance.

"You will give me the coordinates."

The surviving Eternal showed no quick reply.

He angled his head a touch.

"I cannot."

His words came serene.

"A deal was made," he added, "and a deal must be respected."

His look held firm.

"That is the rule, is it not?"

The query sought no response.

It served as a nudge.

"This base will remain," he affirmed. "And you will not destroy it."

He voiced it with total conviction.

Then silence fell.

And as if fate closed in, every warning instinct flared wildly. The deathmist halted first, locking unnaturally still. Next, the Essence nearby stuttered, its currents thrown off by a profound force.

The earth pulsed once underfoot, a grave, foreboding throb, like the realm itself tensed.

My head jerked skyward.

The heavens split.

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