My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 840 Base 34

[Base 34]

Silence enveloped the control room on the tower's ground level.

In stark contrast to the earlier turmoil in this space, an air of calm efficiency now prevailed. The panels formerly operated by Hollow Star overseers hummed back to life, their displays emitting a gentle luminescence while data flowed steadily over them. Several troops from our combined unit lingered here, keeping watch over the equipment.

Beyond the tower, the outpost stood firmly under our command.

Demons, Ferans, and insectoids traversed the rocky terrain of the asteroid, bolstering defenses and seizing nearby facilities. The signal transmitter had been reactivated mere moments after we arrived, linking the tower seamlessly to the broader grid.

Base thirty-four was now in our possession.

I eased back a bit in the seat by the main panel, turning my focus inward at last to assess the updates that had piled up amid the battle.

The System interface materialized before my eyes.

My level sat right at the upper limit of this tier.

Level 499.

For an instant, my gaze fixed on the figure.

Just one more advance separated me from the upcoming milestone, but it loomed larger than all the prior progresses combined. Upon reaching it, I'd ascend to Saint rank. The very notion bore an odd gravity, as though the cosmos recognized my position on the brink of greater power.

Amun had outlined various milestones for me to achieve, and after wrapping up this Hollow Star endeavor, I intended to pursue them without delay.

I bypassed the level alert and accessed the merit panel.

The total had swelled dramatically since my previous glance.

Nearing fourteen million merit points.

A faint grin crossed my lips.

Dismantling Hollow Star's web had yielded immense rewards.

Next to me, Steve reclined in his seat, one leg draped over the other, idly twirling a compact blade as he observed the happenings on a nearby monitor.

"Primus hasn't gotten his promotion quest from the System yet," he remarked.

I inclined my head in agreement. That issue troubled me. His levels already maxed out at the top, but no prompt had emerged. I couldn't pinpoint the reason. Was the System holding it back on purpose, or did it tie into the episode with his spouse, when she swindled his wealth? Uncertainty clouded whether that event impacted the System's judgment, but the concern persisted in my thoughts.

"Yeah, it's concerning," I replied. "We have to sort it out and support him."

"Got any ideas?" he inquired.

I shook my head gradually.

"Not at the moment. Let's wrap this up first," I stated.

Steve acknowledged with a nod and settled back once more.

My gaze returned to the panel, examining the holograms hovering over it. The layout of the seventy-two outposts dominated the view, every site now bearing the insignia of the Order of Absolute.

We had shattered Hollow Star's core framework.

Close to ninety percent of their activities had vanished in one decisive blow. Naturally, we hadn't apprehended every affiliate in their ranks. Plenty likely dispersed among various planets, functioning under aliases or concealed in urban centers and commerce centers throughout the stars. Yet that barely fazed me.

Groups could endure the depletion of personnel. They couldn't weather the demolition of their foundations.

And these outposts were ours now. For the time being, though, they remained idle.

Seventy-two key installations scattered through the galaxy, linked via gates and data lines, yet their sole current function was to demonstrate Hollow Star's downfall.

Such potential squandered. I leaned in closer, elbows on the panel, pondering their alternative applications.

The initial application seemed evident.

The Eternals.

Should they launch yet another unified assault via fissures or secret passages, these sites could serve as advance sentry stations. All of them already possessed detectors, transmission setups, and transit arrays. With smart incorporation, they'd create a vast intel lattice over wide swaths of the galaxy.

A further option involved tackling the remaining betrayer factions that lingered.

Hollow Star wasn't the sole entity undermining the Prime universe. Lesser cabals persisted in the dark corners. Leveraging this array of sites across sectors would enable sharper surveillance of activities than previously possible.

My faction entered the equation too. The Order of Absolute remained modest in scale. Far too modest to garrison seventy-two sites indefinitely. Nevertheless, these could evolve into drill sites, resource caches, and launch points. Through measured growth of the Order, this grid might someday underpin our entire enterprise.

The fissures posed yet another challenge. Placing even some of these sites close to primary rift areas would allow swifter troop placements than any standard armada.

Beyond that, the various species factored in. Dominating such a grid implied sway, desired or otherwise.

I breathed out steadily.

Options abounded excessively. At present, however, the grid fulfilled just one urgent function.

A base.

Further developments could wait.

"Oh," I whispered under my breath, sensing an abrupt tremor course through the fabric of space beyond the asteroid.

The feeling was faint yet undeniable.

I rose swiftly.

"I believe they're arriving," I announced.

In the following moment, I vanished from the tower and rematerialized overhead. The rest joined me one after another, their arrivals nearly in unison as they tracked my sudden interest.

We floated over the asteroid outpost, scanning the emptiness around us.

Initially, the scene looked utterly ordinary. The inky void of the cosmos extended boundlessly around the tumbling stone, with the subtle sheen of remote stars bouncing off the asteroid's face and its erected edifices.

Yet deep in the distance, amid the vacuum, I spotted it. A spot where the very weave of existence started to warp. The position wavered faintly, like an undercurrent striving to emerge.

My laws felt acutely attuned right then, more so than ever previously, rendering the disturbance vividly apparent to me.

Somebody was forging a space portal. If I chose, I could halt it prior to completion. A mere gesture of my hand would crumble that tenuous juncture and demolish the portal before it set. Any traverser would vanish into the fractured realms of space.

Yet I refrained from acting.

I merely observed.

The spot wavered once more, then the adjacent space undulated as the warp surged outward. In mere heartbeats, it shaped into a massive spinning maelstrom.

The portal locked into place.

And from the churning core of the gateway, two vessels abruptly burst into the open expanse. They darted ahead rapidly, their drives emitting a soft radiance as they exited the whirl and decelerated in the emptiness before the asteroid.

Both craft featured streamlined, elongated forms, their exteriors clad in sleek gray protective layers that mirrored the far-off stellar glow.

The leading one was bigger, rivaling the scale of a compact bastion ship. Its companion trailed just behind, more compact yet robustly constructed.

Etched on the exteriors of both vessels gleamed the clear marking of the Naga race.