My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 788 Middle Finger

The heavens didn't merely crack.

They tore wide.

A brilliant golden streak slashed through the deathmist-shrouded skies, like the fabric of existence was being ripped apart. The fissure widened immediately, and from its depths, a colossal entity started to lower.

A finger.

Colossal. Unyielding.

It appeared gradually at first, its skin radiating with thick golden brilliance, endless runes streaming over it in intricate layers too elaborate to comprehend in one look. Every rune morphed without pause, shaping and reshaping, as though altering the nearby principles with each inch of its approach.

The weight hit us before the finger itself arrived. My domain's illusion broke apart right away. The ancient tablet's outline shattered, its power crumbling like fragile crystal beneath an unstoppable force. The violet Essence I commanded pulled back sharply, compelled into quietude.

I stayed put.

I observed. I studied the energy emanating from the lowering structure, my Psynapse pushing hard to analyze it, to decode its makeup and source. It surpassed all limits I could gauge.

Far beyond Saint-level structures. And then I sensed it. The presence fueling it.

Recognizable.

Icy.

Unyielding.

The System.

Concealed within the lowering finger, integrated into its core like a mark no entity ought to wield. For the first time since reaching this relay, a flicker of astonishment rose inside me.

Not dread. But a much scarcer sensation.

Doubt.

A golden barrier flared up around the relay outpost below. Matching the finger's hue. It enveloped the Eternals and the betrayers too.

Golden radiance created a full enclosure over the facility, symbols drifting on its face in flawless harmony with the finger overhead. The pair linked together, elements of the identical mechanism.

"So this was the arrangement."

I murmured.

This marked the guideline he had mentioned.

Steve moved nearer to my position.

"Do we have a plan?" Steve inquired.

I already grasped the response.

I could unleash full force.

I could release it all.

Node 3.

Unyielding.

Star of Origin.

Abyss Core.

I could confront it.

Yet I couldn't shield them. Not from this. And crucially—

This embodied the System.

Which implied regulations. And regulations could be exploited.

I accessed the System merit shop without delay.

My merit balance stayed substantial. Gained from dismantling Hollow Star relay sites, leaders, and their connections. I skimmed the options swiftly.

And there it was. The identical item I'd spotted earlier.

One-Way Teleportation Token.

Destination: Feradros.

Cost: trivial against my holdings.

I acquired it right away. The token formed in my palm, a compact cubic crystal item pulsing softly with System power.

Without pause, I hurled it at Steve.

"Head back to Feradros," I stated evenly.

He snatched it from the air.

"Grab our vessel and exit the Feran system. I'll track you down."

He didn't protest. He comprehended. Moments were slipping away. I called the rest at once. Ragnar, Aurora and Ash. Ragnar responded quickest, his huge build advancing as his weapon materialized in his hold.

"What's going on?" Ragnar pressed, his stare locked on the lowering golden form, his clutch firming on his club as pure gut sense revealed the magnitude of the oncoming threat.

"Well," I replied steadily, eyes on the finger ripping the sky, "this is an unexpected turn."

I shifted a bit toward them. "But you'll join Steve and North. I'll locate you later."

Aurora stood tall at once from my statement.

"Aurora," I went on, "I count on you to guide."

Her chest lifted abruptly, resolve and zeal sparking over her features.

"Of course," she replied without delay, a bold grin emerging. "You can trust it all to me. I won't let you down."

Steve had triggered the token already.

The crystal piece melted in his grip, and a round green gateway ripped open in his wake, borders shining with rifts. Ragnar crossed first, then Aurora and Ash, all throwing a final glance skyward at the lowering finger prior to vanishing through the gateway.

North stayed behind.

She approached me and extended, encircling her arms over mine. "Stay safe," she whispered. "We'll hold for you." She drew me into a quick, firm hug before letting go.

Then she retreated and passed into the gateway. The passage sealed after her. I permitted myself a faint grin before redirecting my focus entirely to the heavens. The golden finger kept lowering.

It wasn't hastening. It seemed the System was underscoring the gap between its command and my own.

Taunting me.

I called the others.

Lyrate.

Knight.

Silver.

They materialized next to me at once, their auras steadying as they assessed the scene. Their sights lifted to the lowering structure. None uttered a word first.

"So," I stated evenly, "the odds are against us."

I gestured upward shortly.

"I can't hold off that."

My eyes moved to the cluster still huddled under the golden enclosure guarding the relay.

The Eternals. The betrayers. Still breathing and shielded.

Still deeming themselves invincible.

"But," I pressed on, tone firm, "I won't depart without gains."

I lifted my hand and aimed at them.

"So prior to leaving," I declared, "we'll eliminate them."

My stare fixed on the bunch.

"All but one."

"We'll require explanations."

Lyrate's mouth edged up a touch as she traced my look to the enclosure.

"Got it, I'll wipe them out save one," she murmured gently.

"It won't prove simple," I noted, stare on the golden enclosure safeguarding them. "We strike as one."

I advanced.

'Node 3.'

The reply came swift. A profound hum echoed from my core. My sinews clenched as energy rushed via each vein, each strand syncing under elevated operation. My awareness honed sharper, the realm decelerating as my Psynapse broadened to handle the abrupt boost in capacity. Might, mastery, and insight climbed in unison, each bolstering the rest. Twenty percent uplift across my entire condition.

I let loose the deathmist flowing in my veins and drove it below, channeling it into the Dawn Core. As the current inverted, the Generator Core stirred awake.

Essence poured out.

Pure. Fierce. Compliant.

It saturated every route inside me, balancing the rush, fortifying my frame against Node 3's strain.

I surged ahead. The earth crumbled under my steps as I launched forward, violet Essence streaming after like a shooting star's trail.

At my side, Silver let out a thunderous roar.

His frame swelled right away, skeleton and tissue duplicating as he shifted to his titan shape. His enormous wings slammed the terrain as he sped up, every beat carving pits in his path as he barreled straight at the golden wall.

Overhead, Lyrate's form broke into red vapor.

Her shape dispersed fully, fading into the ambient void without a hint.

Knight advanced otherwise.

He disappeared.

Space bent, and he rematerialized right over the enclosure, hanging in the sky above the golden wall. A solid dark sphere spun in his palm, its face warping nearby space as tiers of packed gloom and pull coiled in.

We ascended over the enclosure as a unit.

The golden wall gleamed below, its symbols moving in seamless unity. Way up, the massive golden finger persisted in its gradual drop, its aura bearing on my faculties like an unbreakable decree.

I reached out my hand.

"As one," I commanded.

My Psynapse fixed on the area over the enclosure. Not the wall proper, but the spot it claimed. I called my space law. A wave spread. I chose one spot—

And crushed it.

Space caved in fiercely. Span squeezed together, illumination curving harshly to the hub as the golden symbols twisted, pulled toward the imploding locus. The wall buckled inward, dimensionally, its flawless form wavering as golden radiance flared to mend it.

Knight acted swift.

He drove his dark sphere down. It faded and resurfaced within the implosion core, bursting into a hushed collapse. Gloom and space intertwined, heightening the warp.

In that instant, Silver struck.

Far above, his titan shape fired a focused red ray. It ripped the atmosphere and hit the identical imploding spot.

The wall splintered.

Golden symbols broke, fine cracks radiating as the enclosure wavered and lost balance.

That sufficed.

Lyrate struck.

Slim wooden lances shaped around the wall and plunged inside via the splits before the symbols could mend. They stabbed the core and exploded at once.

Destruction rippled through the enclosure's heart.

Forms burst. Specters fell. Deathmist scattered wildly as all inside vanished in chain devastation.

The Eternals fell first. Then the Phantoms and at last the betrayers.

As the glow dimmed, just one shape lingered.

The Naga.

He lingered by the middle, shaking, his presence shattered, his frame locked in horror.

Breathing.

Because I willed it.

Over him, we lingered.

And over us all—

The golden finger kept its descent.