My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 850 Beneath The Tablet Of Absolute

**** [Random Demon PoV]

For several hours, the battle had raged without pause.

Deep within the void, an enormous spatial fissure shimmered like a jagged wound inflicted upon the fabric of reality. This rift spanned the darkness, its borders bleeding erratic colors that shifted and pulsed. From its core emanated the perpetual hum of alien energy, straining against the integrity of the Prime Universe.

It was a Grade Four rift.

Guarding the entrance, the invading force had erected three massive defensive layers that drifted through the void, teeming with thousands of phantoms and abominations. These vile entities darted and surged throughout the combat zone like a tempest of corruption.

Positioned on the layer nearest to the fissure stood a towering black edifice. The structure remained eerily silent, its surface pulsing with a rhythmic deathmist.

Inside waited the Eternal commander.

Across the field, waves of demon warriors engaged the creatures erupting from the defensive lines. Incandescent weapons carved arcs of flame through the void, while the roars of the fallen echoed into the abyss. Monstrosities, massive as warships, lunged with claws dripping in decay, while phantoms flickered through the demon ranks like shadows.

High above the melee, the demon commander hovered in solitude.

His crimson pauldrons caught the brilliant flashes of the combat below as he surveyed the scene with stoic patience. Though his hands were clasped behind his back, his fingers were locked into tight fists.

He was not observing the clash.

He was waiting for something.

Down below, various Transcendent warriors and Grandmasters fought with cautious precision, prioritizing defensive maneuvers over momentum.

One demon glanced upward while parrying the strike of a lunging beast.

"How much longer are we expected to maintain this posture?"

Beside him, a second demon pulverized an enemy with a wide, crushing swing.

"We were told he would arrive today."

"That was hours ago," the first snapped back.

"They provided no specific hour," the second replied coldly. "Hold the formation."

The first demon released a frustrated growl.

"Easy for you to say."

A third voice interjected sharply.

"Enough. Focus on the formation. If the commander commands we wait, we wait."

As a fresh tide of creatures descended upon them, the demons narrowed their defensive perimeter.

Suddenly, the demon commander above tilted his head.

A shift had occurred.

A ripple began to traverse the space.

Initially, it was as subtle as a pebble hitting a stagnant pond, but the distortion expanded rapidly, surging through the void in waves that warped the very battlefield.

Every combatant hesitated for a heartbeat. The ripple intensified, causing space to bend like water.

Even the abominations slowed. Then, a towering figure erupted from the black tower near the rift.

The Eternal commander had sensed the disturbance.

Space finally tore apart.

Above the battlefield, a vortex manifested, its swirling edges pulsing with controlled spatial power. The gate stabilized instantly, dwarfing the largest warships nearby.

A single individual emerged from the gateway.

A long, dark coat billowed behind him as he drifted into the open void, snapping like a banner. The garment was minimalist but imposing, reaching his knees.

Upon the back of his jacket, a single emblem flared with light.

Order of Absolute.

For a moment, a profound silence descended upon the conflict.

The demons looked upward in awe.

Then, the demon commander exhaled a long breath.

"He has arrived."

******* [Billion's PoV]

I hovered silently above the fray, my violet eyes sweeping across the endless swarms of enemies occupying the defensive lines.

Thousands.

No, millions.

Abominations and phantoms alike.

Near the rift, the Eternal commander stood in wait. The silver glow surrounding my body flickered for a second before I suppressed it, forcing the surging essence back into my skin.

"Calm down," I muttered.

I took a step, and space folded beneath my feet.

In the blink of an eye, I traversed the void and appeared directly before the black tower.

The Eternal commander waited, its dark eyes devoid of surprise. I had always found the lack of emotion in Eternals intriguing; they were purely driven by their mission.

After several seconds of silent observation, its voice resonated across the void.

"Billion Ironhart."

I offered a faint smile.

"Veritas Dominus."

Raising my hand, I watched as the sky above plummeted into darkness. Massive violet clouds churned through the void, crackling with lightning as vast quantities of essence gathered, overshadowing the entire battlefield.

The combat began to slow.

Demons, abominations, phantoms—all gazed upward.

From the heart of the storm, something immense descended. A colossal stone tablet emerged from the clouds, ancient and magnificent beyond comprehension. Carved into its face were glowing violet runes, pulsing with dominion over the laws of the universe.

The tablet lowered until it was the focal point of the carnage.

Even the rift seemed insignificant beneath its shadow.

Twin crimson chains extended from the tablet, lashing out to anchor themselves onto the very foundations of space.

My domain had manifested.

The Eternal commander moved.

Essence spilled outward as its own internal law reacted, attempting to form a competing domain.

Nothing happened. Its energy merely withered and collapsed.

The Eternal's head tilted in silent confusion.

"How?"

I stared at it with indifference.

"There is a hierarchy to domains, child."

The battlefield locked into place, then the eradication commenced.

Bolts of violet lightning erupted from the tablet, raining down upon the defensive structures. Entire legions of abominations evaporated, their corrupted forms dissolving into basic essence before they could even let out a cry.

Phantoms disintegrated as waves of violet energy scoured them like holy fire. Across the void, the Eternal army shattered.

Millions of foes vanished in silent bursts of white light.

The Eternal commander remained still, watching as its army was wiped from existence.

It was helpless.

Within my domain, its authority was utterly stifled. The destruction continued until nothing remained.

The defensive constructs crumbled. The tower vanished. The abominations were converted into raw essence, streaming toward me like rivers of light.

I absorbed it all, piping the energy directly into my abyss core.

Only the rift remained. Below, the demon forces drifted in the now-empty expanse.

With a wave of my hand, space folded again.

In an instant, every demon warrior was teleported to their staging zone, far from the site of the battle.

The void grew deathly quiet. Then, massive runes began to materialize around the rift—one formation above, another below.

These glowing symbols rotated with deliberate speed, locking onto the fractured space.

The rift fought back.

For a fleeting second, I sensed a distant presence on the other side, a force desperately trying to keep the gateway from closing.

I chuckled to myself.

"Keep calm."

The runes ignited.

Reality groaned and sealed shut. With a thunderous ripple, the rift collapsed. As the tear vanished completely, I cast one last look toward the empty space where that resistance had originated.

"I shall find you eventually."