My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 828 828: Abor - The Hidden

For several minutes, I hovered motionless above the shattered moon. Beside me, the knocked-out watchers stayed confined, their forms locked firmly in spatial restraints.

A red trail I recognized flashed at the corner of my sight.

Silver.

In his massive shape, he sliced across the void, his wings powering through the nothingness with forceful beats. At that enormous size, his motion still exuded restrained fury. Nearing us, he eased his speed and transformed, the scarlet fog curling in as his huge body shrank to its standard winged humanoid shape. A few limp bodies drifted in a space grip trailing him.

He eyed the pit below and gave a quiet whistle. "You left hardly anything standing."

"No need to," I answered.

His eyes moved to the bound figures who were out cold. "Identical setup on the second moon. Tiny outpost masked by a hiding barrier. Main spire. Sensor grids. Signal hub. They were sending updates live."

I gave a single nod. "Discovered the exact same setup here."

Silver's face grew a bit sterner. "Why duplicate sites? If one got hit, the backup could still transmit. Or maybe they double-checked data."

"Not certain," I admitted plainly. "Could be their method of multi-tier monitoring. Or perhaps someone demanded verification from separate sources prior to ramping up. Or two rival groups both sought the intel."

He angled his head. "That suggests they anticipated some disruption eventually."

"I believe so," I responded.

A short hush fell between us as we both pondered the meaning.

My features set firmly. "We'll hand these betrayers over to Lyrate. She can extract the truth from them."

Silver agreed instantly with a nod. "Time to head back."

I warped the space and dropped down toward the world again. The planet's arc swelled swiftly before us, the purple glow from my prior disturbance still lingering faintly in the air layer. In mere moments, we broke through the high atmosphere and hovered over the untouched capital below.

We lowered into the heart of the zone and let the senseless prisoners slump onto the plaza's surface. They lay still.

Silver tucked his wings against his back. "Lyrate's going to relish this gift."

"Indeed she is," I laughed lightly.

Briefly, I just lingered there and pulled up the System display.

Alerts poured into my view.

[Level up!]

The initial batch raced by, linked to wiping out the Eternals and Upper Transcendents. The boost wasn't slight. A rush of built-up experience caused a sudden leap.

My level spiked upward.

Starting from the prior point, it leaped ahead and settled at 469. The following wave hit right after, connected to the massive ruin of the spawning sites, the total erasure of Phantom troops. The rise was fierce. My level ascended further.

Once the notifications wrapped up, my profile showed Level 487. Only 13 away from hitting the Saint mark.

Yet another alert appeared.

[Contract Nullified – Enforcement Clause with Hollow Star Terminated]

[Merit Gained: 5M]

I gaped at the message, eyes growing wide.

A contract worth five million merit points.

For an instant, the sheer amount even caught me off guard.

"Hey, System, got any other contracts I can cancel?" I questioned out loud right away.

I chuckled softly and shook my head a little. "No worries. If something comes up, you know my location."

Next, I checked the remaining alerts.

[Abominations Eliminated – Merit Calculated]

[Main Base Destroyed – Merit Calculated]

[Merit Gained: 3M]

Eight million merit points from one mission.

I couldn't help but appreciate that reward.

A faint grin touched my lips. This was just a single output world, one multi-layered snare, one link in the chain. Still, the gains proved huge.

Plenty more awaited. Additional outposts, secret spawning zones, watch stations dotted the stars. If dismantling one node yielded this much, then methodically hitting the others would cripple Hollow Star's functions while speeding up my progress too.

Amun's requirements came back to me.

Every law of mine needed to hit Major Level Five. My body stats had to evolve from Omega to Pre-Origin.

My soul's stature must climb to three hundred and thirty-three feet. Plus, I needed to gather one hundred million merit points.

From the full hundred million, I'd already secured 8M.

The lunar relay's location data stayed vivid in my thoughts. The web extended beyond this one world. This place served as both a manufacturing hub and a surveillance point. Others surely existed.

I shut down the System display.

"For now," I murmured softly, "we hold until Lyrate wraps up."

Knight arrived ahead. A shadow-formed bird resembling a crow plummeted lifelessly before me and Silver. Then it dissolved into wisps as Knight emerged.

Silver eyed him and questioned, "That corpse bird was meant for me?"

Knight cocked his head. "How so?" Silver snorted back.

"I've collected what info was available," he stated, dipping his head toward me a touch.

"What turned up?" I inquired.

"This world goes by Abor," he started. "It sits within the Core Sector of our galaxy."

My look intensified a fraction.

"The Core Sector," I echoed.

He affirmed with a nod. "Affirmative. Far from the border skirmishes. Actually deep within. That's what heightens the worry here."

Without breaking, he went on. "Abor once held high-level Essence planet status. Its air's thickness and world ley lines produce superior ambient Essence. In history, it stood fully with the Prime Universe and got developed by the Gulbarian species. An aquatic folk, in fact. They aided the fights in the initial Eternal attacks."

"Yet records marked it as obliterated," Knight wrapped up.

"Doesn't strike me as obliterated." Silver commented.

Knight responded evenly. "Official logs indicate Abor perished in a key clash against Eternal troops. Accounts describe the core going unstable, the crust crumbling. Distant probes back then noted huge space warping and wreckage."

He halted for a beat. "All faked."

"They faked a world-ending event," Silver grumbled close by.

"Precisely," Knight verified. "Based on their private files I uncovered, Hollow Star along with Eternal partners staged the whole disaster. They controlled every aspect."

"In truth," I voiced deliberately, "they shrouded the planet."

"That's right," Knight said. "Abor lurks inside a thick asteroid ring of mostly broken metal chunks. The ring gets kept up on purpose. On top of that, a vast illusion barrier covers the nearby space. To outsiders beyond the edge, this area looks like barren emptiness."

"A void pocket," Silver whispered.

"Spot on," Knight replied. "The deception includes space suppression. Normal detectors pick up just leftover battle junk. The barrier messes with far-off jump locks too, rendering it almost impossible to pinpoint Abor's real position without insider marker keys."

"The star-patterned tokens," I noted.

"Correct," Knight answered.

He pressed on, voice firm and exact. "Abor got chosen on purpose. Its Essence richness fits for running breeding programs. Moreover, the local space weave is oddly fragile. That flaw lets Eternals build steady portal paths with less pushback."

"Turning it into a central hub," I concluded.

"Beyond a hub," Knight adjusted mildly. "It's a key manufacturing and supply center."

He raised his palm a bit, and a holographic image of the world appeared among us, dotted with glowing spots.

"Twenty-seven primary urban centers spread over the landmasses," he detailed. "Each one linked to a abomination spawning site, which I figure you already leveled."

His digit followed crimson groupings on the display.

"Ninety-seven verified spawning locations," he went on. "Likely extras in isolated areas. These spots mass-produced abominations. The beasts got steadied, trained, and readied for shipment. Phantoms managed the alteration phases. Prime examples shipped out via gateway systems to further sites galaxy-wide."

He met my gaze straight. "This world didn't just shelter troops. It fueled them."

Knight kept going. "Besides bio-production, Abor ran signal webs tying into other hidden worlds."

I crossed my arms casually. "Links?"

"Solid ties to various worlds in the Core Sector and a few in rim areas," Knight responded. "The gateways fixed here match set positions. They demand matching fixer tools or timed starts from the far end."

"So the gateways serve as both resource routes and travel paths," I stated.

"Just so," he confirmed. "They enabled Hollow Star heads and partner species—Nagas, Ferans, Elementals, and more—to come, plan, and shift supplies. Per financial logs I cracked, Abor also acted as a high-stakes summit spot for top agents."

Silver exhaled deeply. "They stashed their primary stronghold right in our territory's core."

Knight nodded. "True. Abor counted as gone. Perfect cover."

He stopped, then tacked on the last bit.

"The illusion around the asteroid ring warps time scans too. Routine sweeps would skim this zone without spotting gravity shifts. Without precise knowledge of search spots, Abor stays hidden forever."

"Impressive, all that work poured into this spot. Now I'm itching to claim it as our own base." I remarked.