My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 790 A Mysterious City

Her eyes stared straight ahead, locked onto an unseen spot in the distance.

"Are you certain that compelling him is the right move for you?" she questioned in a steady tone.

She paused, waiting patiently.

No voice replied, yet her face subtly altered as she paid close attention.

Moments later, she nodded faintly.

"If that's your view."

Her sight wandered over the devastated relay, taking in the fractured platform, the broken fragments of Hollow Star's barriers, and the quiet void that lingered.

"Should I pull back this avatar," she started, "or would you prefer it stays in this—"

She halted abruptly. Her attention snapped to a far-off location past the relay, beyond the lifeless world itself.

For several heartbeats, she stayed motionless.

Then her eyes tightened just a bit.

"Why has the Crimson Zone awakened in this galaxy?"

She tuned in once more, her stance steady, though a subtle hint of worry crept into her words.

"No," she replied after a beat. "We already face the Eternals. We can't risk yet another unpredictable factor."

She held her silence briefly.

"Why not bring in the Fallen? I'm confident he could assist us here."

A long quiet followed as the response came to her.

Her features grew a touch firmer.

"He denies it?"

Yet another break.

"Does he demand something in return?"

She lingered in anticipation.

Then she arched a brow ever so slightly.

"Oh?"

She concentrated on the words unfolding.

A soft, disbelieving sigh slipped out.

"That's his demand?"

She breathed out gradually, pressing a hand to her brow in clear frustration.

"You'll never accept that."

She grew quiet again, absorbing the direction from the invisible guide.

At last, she dropped her arm.

"Alright," she murmured softly. "Deal with it on your own."

Her eyes scanned the wrecked relay for the final time.

"I'm finished here."

Her figure started to fade right away, crumbling into shimmering golden particles that floated skyward and disappeared into the ether.

The barren planet returned to its hush.

Just the forsaken relay and the still vessel hung there, adrift under a barren heaven.

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Returning to the pyramid-like floating continent adrift in the emptiness, I neared the city walls and eased my pace as I drew close to the damaged entrance. From afar, the destruction appeared grave, but up close, it unveiled something far more disturbing. The gateway hadn't been torn open in the usual manner. The enormous stone panels that had shaped its arch didn't explode inward or outward. Rather, they had cracked and partly tumbled as if the very essence of the rock had yielded to an unbearable strain. No burns scarred the surface, no leftover symbols glowed, no traces of Essence bolstering or protective formations lingered. The barriers had endured solely through their inherent strength.

I passed through the gap and ventured into the settlement.

At once, my Psynapse stretched out, probing the whole of the landmass. I hadn't willed it deliberately. The action stemmed from raw instinct, the wariness that had preserved me amid deadlier realms than this. Its findings stunned me.

Essence was absent everywhere.

Not in the atmosphere, not under the soil, not woven into the rock edifices or clinging to splintered edges. Even forsaken planets, even forgotten war zones, held echoes. Essence never vanished without a fight. It adhered to reality, infiltrating substances, enduring in faint whispers long after origins faded. Yet here, it was utterly gone. Not diluted or worn away. Simply erased from being.

The truth sank into my thoughts with discomfort as I pressed on.

The avenues stretched broad, excessively so for typical living. Jagged fissures marred their paving, some slim to stride across, others vast enough to engulf whole edifices. Structures towered along both flanks, uniform in build yet diverse in form and height.

While advancing, my focus dropped to a mark etched in the rock up ahead.

It formed a footprint.

I halted next to it, studying its scale and imprint. It loomed gigantic, beyond what any human-like being could make. Nearly ten feet long. The borders showed no weathering's blur, no dust's fill. It stayed pristine as imprinted, crushed into the stone by sheer bodily force. No Essence trail accompanied it, no hint of enhancement or added power. The maker had drawn only from its innate might.

Further tracks emerged as I progressed, strewn over the split paths and half-buried under fallen rubble. They lacked wild disarray. They avoided messy crossings. They traced deliberate routes, with intent, weaving through the urban sprawl instead of fleeing it. No marks of frenzy or rush, no clues that the former dwellers had bolted in terror.

I slipped into a structure that held its form intact.

Within, the atmosphere hung stagnant and bare. The inside sprawled open but lacked any fixtures or adornments. The surfaces gleamed smooth, free of etchings or writings. No belongings scattered, no signs of life lingered, nothing hinted at personal claims or souls. The area didn't evoke simple neglect. It suggested purposeful departure, as if residents had exited with intention, hauling away all valuables or starting empty to begin with.

"What occurred in this place?" I muttered to myself, taking in the scene before me.

As I emerged once more, my senses kept charting the full urban framework, and bit by bit, the design sharpened into view.

The settlement hadn't sprawled without order.

It bore the mark of intent.

Three vast round zones sat equidistant, arrayed in a triad over the airborne mass. Each ring marked not by barriers, but by gentle changes in style, variations in structure crowding and rise that set them apart as zones of distinct function. Broad thoroughfares radiated from each, merging toward a fourth ring at the heart of the triad.

This core ring dwarfed the others.

All primary routes funneled into it.

The whole scheme revolved around drawing in, not spreading out or fortifying, but channeling inward, as if the settlement's core aim had forever pulsed from that spot.

Pressing along one such path, I spotted additional ravages that defied typical battle scars. Whole building segments had been sliced neatly, not demolished, but parted with eerie accuracy.

What endured was hush.

Not the hush of demise.

But the hush of oblivion itself.

Trailing me, the Naga's limp form hovered in compliance, borne by my command as I delved further into the shattered urban heart, aiming for the remote central ring where every route met.

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