My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 795 Unclaimed Throne

Slowly, I shut the book.

The vision of that dark blade and the lone term hovering over it stuck in my thoughts, yet the page refused to disclose anything else. No matter what secrets it guarded, they stayed hidden for now. A soft sigh escaped me as I slipped the tome back into my storage ring. With just a mental command, the Essence shield encircling me faded away, its subtle purple glow crumbling to void while the deserted dwelling sank back into its quiet, barren calm.

My focus turned to the Naga.

He remained dangling in the spot I'd abandoned him, his frame slack, his awareness smothered under the impact of my previous blow. The aura that had been so steady before was now cracking apart merely from being near me.

I rose to my feet and approached him.

A mere flick of my fingers undid the bindings on his form.

His frame convulsed as awareness flooded back. His eyelids lifted gradually, blurry at first, before awareness dawned. The instant his gaze landed on me looming over him, any poise he still clung to shattered utterly. His irises contracted, his breaths came faster, and his entire body shook without control.

He recalled it all. Every single detail.

I stayed silent.

My palm pressed against his torso.

The Abyss Core responded without delay.

He sensed the change before grasping its nature. His physique tensed sharply as his laws started to disintegrate at my command. They didn't shatter in one go. Instead, they got consumed gradually, torn from his being as if they'd never been his to begin with.

His aura crumbled.

His essence dimmed.

The strength that had marked him as a Transcendent vanished. When I finished, he wasn't the same entity anymore.

He dangled there, struggling for air, his form emptied out, his very being diminished. No longer did he qualify as a Transcendent.

Now, he ranked as a Grandmaster.

I bent in nearer.

"Coordinates," I stated evenly.

His mouth quivered. His thoughts fought back, yet he lacked the power to refuse me anymore. Any devotion he'd once cherished had been devoured right alongside his might.

"Selara…" he murmured faintly.

His tone broke.

"The planet… Selara…"

His lids battled to stay lifted while he uttered the words.

"That's… where you'll find it…"

For another instant, I locked eyes with him, observing the final traces of defiance drain from his stare. Nothing remained in him that could challenge me, nothing Hollow Star might recover or wield. A casual gesture from my hand freed the last tether sustaining his life.

His physique started breaking apart right away. His shape unraveled on a basic level, melting into tiny specks that floated skyward like soot borne on a hidden breeze. In mere seconds, no trace of him lingered.

"Selara."

I etched the word firmly in my memory. That planet would become my following stop. Yet prior to departing this area, one mystery demanded clarity.

The city's true role remained unveiled.

I advanced.

Under my intent, space bent, propelling me ahead until I reached the central district's boundary. The edifices in this zone loomed bigger.

Despite their ruined condition, their significance shone through. The structures aligned with exact care, all pointing toward the round heart of the area. This spot had served as the nucleus. The domain where the city's ruling force had dwelled.

The central hub.

Step by step, I proceeded, my senses stretching wide while my Psynapse probed each wall, each split, each speck of rock underfoot. That same void endured. Essence was absent throughout. No concealed mechanisms lurked below.

This location had activated the book. It permitted the next page to unveil. Links tied it to Theras, to the blade, to an element the System had validated.

Still—

Emptiness dominated the site.

As soon as that idea took root in my head, the earth reacted.

Suddenly, the splits in the road before me grew blacker.

Darkness burst forth. It erupted fiercely, pouring from the fissures like summoned by a hidden order. The gloom clustered and solidified, crafting form and outline with eerie accuracy.

In no time, three shapes confronted me.

Human-like in build. Without features. Made purely from darkness.

I halted.

Just for a second, I gazed at them steadily, my thoughts revisiting the scene I'd beheld before.

Exact matches. These matched the beings Theras had battled during his climb to claim the sword.

The very next second, alerts from the System popped up in my view.

[Unique Quest Detected]

[Unique Quest: Unclaimed Throne]

[Sequence: Brother]

[Status: Incomplete sequence detected.]

[Objective: Reach the Point of Designation.]

[Warning: Compatibility unknown.]

[Warning: System protection unavailable.]

[Warning: External authority interference permitted.]

[Warning: Permanent termination possible.]

[Critical Warning: Existence Erasure]

[Reward: #%$#@#$%]

A breath escaped me upon reading the alerts.

"What kind of joke is this?" I grumbled, irritation bubbling up.

I breathed out steadily, my stare locked on the hovering panel.

The words held firm, untouched by my annoyance or doubt. They just hung there, as unyielding and detached as the System ever was.

Yet this stood apart.

Never before had the System issued a mission of this sort to me.

All prior missions I'd gotten adhered to a pattern. Straightforward goal. Specific prize. Calculated danger. Even amid insane challenges, a core belief persisted that the System steered the path forward.

This offered no direction. System protection unavailable.

That phrase echoed in my head more than the rest.

The System had no prior need to declare its safeguard. Its very being had always suggested it. Silent or not, it watched over things.

Here, though, it had pulled back outright.

External authority interference permitted.

Implying some other power exerted control in this realm. A force the System knew of but chose not to contest.

Slowly, my eyes drifted to the trio of shadows positioned in front.

Since the alert surfaced, they hadn't budged. They remained motionless, their silhouettes quiet and expectant, like they were biding time.

And then, yet another alert appeared.

[Accept?]

[Rejection not available]

I eyed the prompt and shut my lids briefly. A hushed exhale came from me as I lingered, the suspended text searing into my awareness. I truly pondered if the System had lost its mind.

Why offer accept without real option.

Such logic escaped me.

The System stayed utterly commanding. It never faked choices that weren't there. All directives rang clear. All limits enforced without pretense.

But this—

The prompt blinked once more.

[Accept?]

A subtle stir came from the shadows in front.

"Of course," I replied steadily. "Accept. Show me what you're plotting."

I advanced a single pace.

As soon as my sole met the broken rock, the prompt vanished and the shadows sprang to life without hesitation.

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