My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 817 Selara

The last warning disappeared from my sight, leaving the gray realm motionless for a few heartbeats. Before me loomed the enormous rectangular steel pillar, with the etched word Prarambh emitting a subtle red glow.

A slender fissure appeared on its face.

Soon, another joined it. Yet the colossal pillar refused to topple to the earth. Rather, it disintegrated right there, breaking apart into glittering metallic particles that lingered in the atmosphere momentarily.

Next, they rushed toward me.

I offered no opposition.

The specks flowed through my form without collision and sank straight into my Dawn Core. The transformation hit me right away. In the depths of my inner realm, where the elemental volcano roiled and the central isle stayed veiled under veils of Essence, fresh activity stirred.

The Dawn Core quivered.

From under its core layer, terrain started to emerge.

A fresh isle took shape.

It ascended gradually, hardening from void, its exterior sleek and metallic in hue. The ascending bulk settled into a flat expanse. Right in its midst, that identical rectangular steel pillar surfaced anew, flawless and whole, bearing the inscription Prarambh.

The blade in my grasp gleamed.

In a blaze of scarlet brilliance, it slipped from my hold and materialized inside the Dawn Core, lodging itself atop the steel edifice ascending from the newly formed isle. The edge fitted seamlessly as if destined for that spot. The crimson streak down its length throbbed once, aligning with the core below.

Then all grew calm.

Beyond, the gray domain fell quiet again.

I fully unveiled my eyes and lifted my hand.

"Prarambh."

The sword responded.

With a scarlet burst, it returned to my grasp, the crimson streak on its edge shimmering softly. It seemed weightless now, more attuned, like it acknowledged me just as I did it.

The space ahead tore open once more.

A fresh gateway appeared, and it was easy to deduce this one served as an escape. Without pause, I crossed the threshold. The gateway sealed shut immediately after.

As my sight sharpened, the endless gray expanse was gone.

I stood in a tight passageway.

Stone barriers towered on both sides of the slim lane. The atmosphere held a subtle aroma of metal and fumes, blended with a wild, animalistic note. Promptly, I stretched my senses outward, letting them sweep over the urban sprawl around me.

The presences were undeniable.

Ferans.

I advanced one step and faded from the lane, rematerializing far up in the heavens.

From aloft, the city's pattern revealed itself swiftly. It didn't take much time to pinpoint the location.

This was the capital Ness on the world Selara—the very planet mentioned by the Transcendent betrayer before I wiped him out.

I lingered in the air, probing deeper.

"Trying to make up for it now, System?" I whispered to myself.

The trial had barely concluded when it flung open a gateway straight to this realm. No wait, no chance. If this proved mere luck, it felt far too exact. I'd sought guidance. And here I was, dropped right onto Selara. Compensation or design, I couldn't say.

Yet here I found myself. And Hollow Star lurked somewhere on this globe.

To track down Hollow Star's stronghold, or at least a clue pointing toward it, I avoided wandering aimlessly on the ground. Instead, I stayed afloat high over the metropolis, folded my legs amid the clouds, and shut my eyes.

My awareness unfurled gradually at the start, then broadened firmly until it enveloped the whole of Ness. I permitted it to drift over roofs, infiltrate barriers, slip under bases, and graze every vital essence down there. No blatant targets caught my eye. Hollow Star shunned flags or bold marks. I hunted for anomalies, veiled spatial creases, muted glyphs, subtle warps unfit for normal builds.

Concurrently, I sifted the energies of the dwellers, seeking something more elusive.

Deathmist.

Not the thick buildup in hub outposts, but remnants. A whisper. A soft remnant attached to one who'd brushed against it.

Time ticked by.

I uncovered hidden arms stashes, illicit storage nooks, and small glyph seals—but zilch linked to Hollow Star.

Then, after close to ten minutes of probing, I detected it.

A subtle remnant.

It adhered to the energy of a female in a store near the core quarter. She wasn't aged as her energy's feel had suggested at first; she looked around her forties. A blade hung over her shoulder, battered yet cared for. She positioned herself behind a sleek desk, sorting what seemed like aged treasures and oddities.

Her energy bore a touch of that fog. Insufficient to label her a fighter. But sufficient to imply exposure.

In the blink of an eye, I dissolved from the heights and reformed on the road before her store.

The facade appeared elegant amid nearby buildings. Stained panes of glass bordered the way in. Soft lights shone from within the panes. Over the entrance, etched in gleaming alloy, the title declared:

Rubies Blazo Antiquities.

'Curious.'

I approached and rapped once.

A composed tone called from within, "Enter."

I swung the door wide and went inside. The space was neatly organized, old armaments fixed securely on the partitions, curios shown under safeguarding panes, items tagged precisely. The scent in the air hinted at floral notes and preserved timber.

The lady waited behind the desk.

Seeing her up close, I noted the Fox clan traits among the Ferans. Her ears tapered gently with fur, her gaze keen and watchful. She eyed me shortly before giving a courteous grin.

"Greetings," she remarked. "In search of something uncommon?"

I held back my reply for the moment.

Instead, I let my senses flood the entire establishment, checking under the planks, within the barriers, over secret holds, hunting for masked glyphs or space twists.

Yet I discovered zilch. I halted the probe and met her stare head-on.

Then I clicked my fingers.

Reality halted around her without delay.

The atmosphere hardened, pinning her midway through her action. Vision and thought persisted for her. But motion vanished from her frame. Not even the tiniest quiver escaped.

Her irises dilated a bit, yet panic didn't seize her.

I drew nearer.

"I'm seeking the Hollow Star outpost," I stated steadily.

Her gaze shifted.

"If you've any knowledge," I went on smoothly, "blink once."

I kept my eyes on hers.

"If you've no knowledge, refrain from blinking."

I bent forward a touch, tone firm.

"And ensure you're truthful. Should you prove unhelpful, I'll end you and proceed."

The area encircling her stayed utterly bound.

Only her eyes could stir.

I bided my time.