My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 789 Who Is Involved?

Provoked by our resistance, the finger sprang into action.

A radiant beam burst from its core before it could fully descend.

Gleaming pure gold.

Rather than slicing through the void, it ripped space apart. The golden ray blasted a direct line toward us, warping all in its path as if the fabric of existence bent unwillingly before it.

Silver let out a piercing cry.

His wings beat furiously, propelling him skyward while he fired a focused scarlet ray. It thundered ahead, clashing directly with the falling golden beam.

"Are you angry?" I whispered, eyes fixed on the finger.

Essence surged wildly through my meridians as I balled my hand and thrust it out.

"[Hand of Convergence]," I murmured.

A colossal fist appeared in front of me, crafted from packed Essence and woven with elemental powers. Bolts of lightning danced over its skin. Space twisted at its borders. Flames and frost merged inside it as it launched to block the beam.

Silver's strike hit first.

BOOM!

For a split second, the scarlet ray stood firm.

Then it crumbled.

The golden beam plowed through without pause.

My fist slammed in right after.

Upon impact, cracks raced along the golden beam, its flawless form unraveling as the converging power pushed back against its fall. The ray flickered, twisted, yet refused to shatter.

Even so, the blow knocked it off course.

My assault kept going beyond the beam, rushing up toward the finger.

"Knight," I stated evenly, gaze locked on the heavens. "Take him down."

Knight disappeared in a flash and materialized next to the shaking Naga. Dark chains exploded from his palms, wrapping the betrayer tight before he could move.

"All of you, come back," I commanded. "I'll call if I need you."

Silver wasted no time. His huge body melted into red light and retreated to my Core. Knight and Lyrate did the same.

I pulled up the Merit Shop once more, dividing my focus between the dropping construct and the choices on display.

Up high—

My fist crashed into the finger.

BOOM!

The collision rattled the heavens.

For the briefest moment, the falling finger halted, its symbols blazing as my blow challenged its dominance.

Then—

It vanished.

Totally annihilated.

The fist broke down, its Essence ripped to shreds like it had never been there.

The finger resumed its drop.

Untouched.

The weight bearing down on me grew heavier each moment. It wasn't remote anymore. Not vague. Splits started racing over the lifeless ground below, huge fissures ripping the earth as the immense power of its being crushed downward. Whole chunks of the desolate realm caved in, crumbling under its influence.

I observed it steadily. A notion arose.

What happens after I'm erased? Will it halt?

Or finish its plunge and wipe out the relay too, despite the last Hollow Star agent being my captive now?

I hesitated.

Then I accessed the Merit Shop again and picked the teleport token for Feradros. But it was locked.

I scowled.

"What?" I grumbled.

I scanned the list more carefully this time. Things had shifted.

Just two choices left.

#$#**#@ RuinVaythos

I stared, blinking at the top item.

The title was garbled. Indecipherable. Like the System had rejected naming it.

I stayed silent for a beat.

Then I chuckled softly, shaking my head.

I glanced up at the approaching finger.

"System," I said, tone steady, "are you cornering me?"

No reply came.

The finger kept descending, uncaring.

I breathed out long and slow.

"Alright."

I chose the Ruin.

Vaythos wasn't somewhere I planned to revisit. Not now.

The token appeared in my grasp, icy and pulsing faintly with System power. I lifted my free hand. The chained Naga flew toward me at once, yanked through the air by unseen pull. He thrashed feebly, but the shadow bindings gripped him solid. I seized his arm.

The gateway ripped open. I shot the falling finger one last glance. Then I crossed the threshold. As soon as I did, the portal sealed shut behind us. No shift occurred. No motion registered. Just limbo. Space didn't flow by me. Distance didn't shrink. It was like I'd been plucked out altogether, suspended in a realm beyond normal mappings.

Time dragged on, but not in a rush. It elongated.

One second.

Five.

Ten.

The Naga hung motionless next to me, locked in shadow chains, his terror leaking out despite the bonds.

Twenty seconds.

The System's teleport power stayed constant, yet this journey felt... remote. Unconnected. As if the endpoint wasn't just distant, but cut off.

Thirty seconds.

Then the world rushed back. Space locked into position. Gravity yanked at me hard. My boots hit firm earth. The Naga slumped down beside me. My senses burst wide immediately. Psynapse swept out on reflex, probing the surroundings in all directions.

And I froze.

Stunned.

I was on a hovering chunk of land, an upside-down pyramid with a broad stone top narrowing to nothing below. The mass floated in the void, anchorless, its vastness extending past any ordinary urban sprawl.

It dwarfed everything. At least five or six times a big city's scale.

In front rose barriers.

City barriers.

Timeworn. Crumbled. Battered.

Parts had fallen away completely, exposing ragged gaps from brutal assaults. Wide fissures marred their faces, charred and splintered, like they'd been scorched and blasted by disaster.

Inside the barriers, the urban sprawl extended inward.

Devastated.

Structures lingered in assorted ruin, plenty stripped to bare frames. Spires tilted at odd leans. Neighborhoods lay buried in debris. The terrain split in savage gashes, and huge swaths showed scorch marks and blast scars. This wasn't rot. This was the wake of battle.

A metropolis that endured conflict. The Naga twitched at my side, his quivering shape pulling my focus from the ruins.

I turned to him.

And annoyance flared right away.

He picked this path. Picked their side. Chose to ditch it all for stolen power.

My palm swung before words could escape him.

The smack rang out sharp, whipping his head aside with force enough to black him out. His frame slackened, final defiance gone.

I pressed on without pause.

Striding toward the shattered city entrance. Trailing me, his senseless form rose into the air, held by hidden force, drifting along like baggage.

The wrecked metropolis loomed before us.

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Back on the barren world, the instant the gateway vanished, the falling finger halted.

It didn't finish the plunge. Didn't hit the relay. It just lingered there, hovering over the broken terrain, its gigantic shape projecting quiet command over the wrecked outpost below.

Gradually, the force started to ease.

The oppressive burden grinding the planet's face lightened, the rifts on the lifeless shell steadying as the unseen pressure pulled back. The golden symbols on the finger dulled gradually, their shine dimming like a task completed.

The finger quivered once. Its huge bulk unraveled, splitting into myriad golden specks that floated out like bits of fractured glow. The flecks clustered over the relay site, merging, squeezing, reforming.

A shape emerged.

A female form hovered in the finger's spot.

Her frame shimmered with thick golden radiance, her silhouette perfect, her aura serene yet endlessly immense. Her gaze showed no feeling, just pure insight. She didn't touch the ground or engage the surroundings. She merely occupied the space above.

Defender Aurora.

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