My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 818 A Trap

The gaze of the Fox woman stayed fixed on my own, with the area surrounding her held in stasis by my command. For a few extended moments, she didn't blink, leading me to ponder if the subtle trace I'd picked up was just a random brush rather than true loyalty.

Then came a single blink. Though her eyes showed traces of fear, I caught a subtle grin creeping across her features.

"I will tell you about the Star," she declared at last.

As soon as those words escaped her lips, a ring burst into existence under my boots. It had escaped my first sweep, with no runes showing on the floor or floating nearby. I responded without delay, pushing my senses further in depth instead of breadth. That's when they revealed themselves—three tiny Feran statues scattered casually in the store, positioned in what appeared as mere artistic balance. Far from decorations, each hid spatial mechanisms inside, linking up into a sharp triangular setup. The teleportation ring wasn't etched into the surface; it was beamed and maintained via those three items, hidden flawlessly until triggered.

It blazed to life right away, a complex spatial array expanding quicker than my Psynapse could break down.

I chose not to fight its power head-on.

The ring sprang into action. Space twisted, and the shop faded from my view.

I found myself on shattered soil.

A harsh breeze raced over a desolate plain, bearing grit that had forgotten the smell of vitality ages ago. Overhead, the heavens hung dull and shadowed. The terrain split in sharp cracks reaching to an edge where no vegetation thrived and no motion stirred.

This was a lifeless world, and I stood amid a forsaken battleground.

In front of me loomed three shapes.

They had been anticipating my arrival.

A rock-formed Elemental occupied the middle, earthy energy lines throbbing evenly under his skin. On his right, a Feathered woman with plumes draping her shoulders. To his left, an electricity Elemental, with blue sparks dancing idly along her limbs.

The rock Elemental broke the silence first.

"We were starting to doubt if you'd swallow the lure," he rumbled, his tone grave and unyielding.

"So Selara served this role," I responded steadily, sweeping the surroundings again. "A snare."

The Feathered woman cocked her head a bit. "A screening web," she amended. "Your paths twist without pattern. It was inevitable you'd hunt for a lead. We just ensured that lead pointed to value."

I stretched my awareness afar, hunting for lurking figures, secret realms, stacked arrays.

"Just the three of you present?" I inquired.

The electricity Elemental offered a thin smile. "Worry in your voice?"

"No," I stated flatly. "It sets the scale of my exertion."

The rock Elemental's lines glowed fiercer.

"You've inflicted real harm on us," he declared. "A hub wrecked. Several high-rank resources wiped out. Our representative is far from pleased."

"Yet you keep siding with the Eternals," I countered. "Why turn against your home reality?"

The Feathered woman's face grew taut.

"Betrayal suggests duty," she stated. "We reject the divide of ours versus theirs."

"The Eternals aren't conquerors," the electricity Elemental chimed in. "They're progress. They transform deadlock."

I fixed my stare on them.

"Erasure as progress?"

"We name it endurance," the rock Elemental retorted.

I let out a measured breath.

"Incorrect response. Oh, and who's this representative you're mentioning? An Eternal, or from our side?"

The rock Elemental issued a deep, gravelly laugh, echoing like rolling stones.

"It makes no difference," he answered smoothly. "You'll never depart this spot breathing."

I let out a soft whistle, eyeing each of them in turn, my stance showing zero strain.

"What fuels that certainty?" I questioned evenly. "You three fall short for this task. I seek only details—where's the Trunk Gate?"

They answered through deeds. The atmosphere stirred as they launched the assault.

The electricity Elemental's field burst open at once, sparks lashing out in structured patterns. The rock Elemental stamped down hard, turning the broken soil under me into solid spikes that thrust up to bind my steps. The Feathered woman streaked into the air, air flows coiling about her while keen sound edges trailed behind.

I remained rooted, observing their setups without shifting an inch. Each hovered in the upper four hundreds, near Level 490, marking them as veteran Upper Transcendents with honed mastery of their core laws. In usual scenarios, dispatching them would demand little. But ending them here yielded nothing. They'd crafted this ambush just for me. To track their real stronghold and reveal this envoy's nature, I required them awake and talking.

Thus, I opted to subdue them with their native forces.

Essence roiled in my pathways, rushing forth as electricity heeded my summon. Purple flashes erupted around me, crackling fiercely in the barren world's parched atmosphere. I lifted my palm toward the electricity Elemental. Sparks amassed swiftly before my hand, squeezing into a dense core before blasting out with a booming roar. A purple thunderstrike hurtled directly at her, fast enough that despite her tier, she scarcely evaded. Her form melted into raw electricity, scattering right as it hit, then reforming meters away on her left.

The strike pressed on, smashing into the split ground and bursting in a savage blast that ripped the surface.

She had no moment to regroup.

I unleashed two more strikes in quick bursts. Now, as she scattered to dodge, the strikes bent in air and chased her like hunting beasts. Her features sharpened as she had to linger in her basic state beyond her plan, dodging over and over to stay free.

I shifted focus to the rock Elemental, who'd been eyeing the electricity woman over me.

"Focus this way," I said mildly while flicking my wrist.

The earth under me quaked hard then tore open. A huge grip of packed dirt and rough stone rose with bursting power, then hammered down at his spikes and massive frame. He countered fast, lifting a palm to erect a thick barrier of hardened rock over himself. The falling grip smashed it, splintering the shield at once as nearby spikes crumbled to debris. He sank to a knee from the blow but stood resilient.

"Not bad," I noted casually.

I flicked my wrist once more. Yet another colossal dirt fist burst from below the initial one and slammed with superior might.

BOOM!

The follow-up blow shattered his guard. The barrier gave way completely, and both fists' mass plunged him into the broken earth, entombing him beneath piled rock layers.

From the side of my vision, I spotted the electricity Elemental still fleeing the chasing strikes. I reached out toward her again, spawning two more purple bolts that raced to her spot, ramping up the strain.

At that point, I lifted my gaze to the Feathered woman.

She hadn't struck yet. She watched, assessed, and a faint change in her bearing revealed her thought precisely.

Flight.

"No," I declared bluntly. "I won't permit it."

Her eyes flared open just a touch, verifying my guess.