My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 845 Origin Of Hollow Star

"Something puzzles me here," I remarked. "Why were those bases guarded by the system to begin with? Hollow Star has turned traitor against the Prime Universe. So why does the System shield them?"

Xeron let out a quiet sigh.

"That's… somewhat intricate."

He crossed his arms and leaned back a bit.

"The founder of Hollow Star was known as a Defender. Are you familiar with that term?"

I shook my head.

Xeron went on.

"Defenders serve as the System's selected champions. They represent the Prime Universe's supreme guardians. Whenever the System spots people with exceptional promise and a firm resolve to safeguard the universe, it elevates them and bestows power along with supplies."

He halted for a moment before proceeding.

"These champions battle the gravest dangers to reality. Breaches from rifts. Assaults by Eternals. Apocalyptic beings. Horrors beyond the grasp of ordinary societies."

I remained quiet as I absorbed his words.

"Hollow Star didn't start out as a band of traitors," Xeron explained. "Actually, at its inception, it resembled your Order of Absolute quite closely."

He motioned in my direction.

"It functioned like a mercenary group combating rifts and Eternal invasions. Their troops proved highly efficient, making them one of the top defensive forces the System depended upon."

"But then an incident occurred."

His tone dropped a notch.

"The founder ultimately turned against the System."

I furrowed my brow.

"Prior to that treachery," Xeron pressed on, "he struck a deal for a safeguard provision with the System. An unbreakable pact. As part of it, the System pledges to step in automatically and defend Hollow Star bases throughout the cosmos."

"The relay outpost you demolished fell under that safeguard."

He gave a light shrug.

"Just to clarify, the ones in this galaxy are minor setups. Their true might resides in the Prime Galaxy."

I nodded thoughtfully before posing my next query.

"So, have you attempted to wipe out those bases in the past?"

Xeron chuckled dryly, a faint sound.

"Naturally, we have."

His face turned a touch graver.

"The Naga matriarch herself once tried to obliterate one of their key facilities."

I lifted an eyebrow.

"What happened?"

"The System stepped in without delay."

He opened his palms wide.

"Following that, we ceased direct assaults on them. Rather, we observed their operations closely. We tracked their armadas and actions to ensure no surprises if they launched any moves."

He stopped for a second.

"The outposts persisted. Thus, upon learning you had seized it, we arrived to claim this base back for ourselves before Hollow Star could rally."

"They won't rally," I stated evenly.

Xeron creased his forehead faintly.

"What are you saying?"

"I've already eliminated all seventy-two relay bases under system protection."

His gaze tightened a little.

"And I razed their central headquarters too."

For the first instance in our discussion, Xeron's calm shattered.

His eyes grew wide.

"You took down their headquarters?" he questioned, stunned.

Then his stare intensified.

"How?"

"Why didn't the System block it?"

"It did try to block it," I answered steadily. "But I handled the interference."

Xeron fixed his eyes on me.

"And precisely how did you manage that?"

I just grinned and shook my head.

"I'm not sharing that, old man."

Before we could delve further into our talk, a abrupt disturbance surged across the void. Xeron and I whipped our heads around simultaneously. Deep in the emptiness, a spot warped bizarrely. The nearby shadows started curling in as a whirlpool gradually took shape, expanding relentlessly.

A being was forging a space portal.

I squinted my eyes.

"Seems like company's arriving."

Xeron's eyebrows knit as he observed the anomaly.

"The Ferans," he noted composedly. "Their spies lurk in every corner. They likely detected the commotion here… and our fleet's shift too."

The whirlpool broadened more. A enormous starship burst forth from the churning darkness. The craft loomed vast and fortified, its steel exterior shining in the far-off stellar glow. Etched on its side stood the clear insignia of the Feran species.

I nodded deliberately.

"Correct. The Ferans have arrived."

The ship sailed ahead and eased to a halt beside the outpost. Xeron flicked his wrist, dispersing the enclosed realm encircling us. The isolated area vanished in a flash, thrusting us back into standard space right as the Feran craft completed its maneuver.

The ship's bay portals swung wide.

Shortly after, troops started streaming forth.

Leading them strode a colossal tiger-kind fighter whose presence instantly betrayed his might.

A Transcendent.

Trailing him were two additional Transcendents plus scores of Feran troops arraying in formation. As the tiger fighter's sight fixed on me, his pupils contracted.

"Billion Ironhart?" he uttered, astonished.

"What brings you here?"

I cocked my head a fraction.

"The real question," I responded coolly, "is what brings you to my outpost?"

He blinked, perplexed.

"Your outpost?"

"Indeed," I affirmed, waving idly rearward. "My outpost."

"Don't you see the emblem?"

The tiger fighter at last glanced upward to the control spire. His eyes fastened on the enormous standard waving atop it.

The emblem of the Order of Absolute.

His eyes bulged.

"Order of Absolute…?"

"But how could that be—"

Before his words could conclude, I nonchalantly swept my arm. A subtle wave propagated through the emptiness. The fabric of space cracked.

A slender edge of packed spatial might lanced out without warning. The Feran leader scarcely managed a response before the edge cleaved his starship at his back.

The gigantic hull parted neatly. The sections floated away, a blast shaking the darkness behind.

The tiger fighter gaped in shock. Fury then blazed over his features.

"What in blazes do you think you're up to?!" he bellowed.

His presence flared savagely.

"You slaughtered our kin on our world, and now you assault me?! Do you grasp the implications?!"

His bellow resounded like a thunderous feline snarl through the void.

I paid him no heed whatsoever.

Gradually, I lifted my arm and aimed my open hand at him. Purple essence flared abruptly before my palm. A whirling orb of packed force materialized in a heartbeat, twirling fiercely as it amassed strength.

The Feran leader detected the peril. His form shifted amid his yell, sinews bulging and talons lengthening as his presence swelled protectively.

Yet it proved futile.

The orb imploded. A dazzling purple ray burst outward. The ray ripped across space instantaneously. It engulfed the tiger fighter, the pair of Transcendents following him, the Feran ranks, and the floating debris of the ship.

All in its trajectory vanished.

As the glow dimmed, the emptiness resumed its hushed tranquility.

Nothing was left.

Xeron gazed at the barren spot where the Ferans had been mere moments before.

Then he gradually pivoted to face me, astonishment plain in his expression.

"Why go that far?"

I shrugged offhandedly.

"It struck my fancy."

Then I tacked on with a faint smile.

"The Ferans rub me the wrong way."

Yet deep in my thoughts, my reasoning stayed far more strategic. I couldn't let the Ferans start assaulting my outposts at this juncture. Not while I lacked the means to guard them personally. Darting galaxy-wide to shield seventy-two separate sites sequentially would squander effort entirely.

This approach proved far cleaner.

If they sought to strike my outposts… they had to learn the repercussions. I required a firm warning to quash any foolish notions about them before they spread.