My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 851 Saint Advancement Quest

The Eternal commander offered no resistance as the last remnants of his forces dissolved into nothingness. The battlefield had been rendered mute, with the vast throngs of abominations and spectral phantoms purged, leaving behind only scattered wisps of volatile essence and the fading luminescence of the sealed rift. Within the borders of my domain, his power lay entirely stifled, forcing him to remain anchored amidst the void, as if the sheer weight of reality held him captive.

I stepped toward him with deliberate strides.

For the first time since the hostilities commenced, the Eternal turned his gaze upon me, his expression maintaining an alien tranquility despite the crushing weight of his defeat.

Raising my fist, I unleashed a measured, singular strike. The resulting shockwave reverberated through the void like distant thunder. The Eternal's frame crumpled instantly under the blow, his consciousness extinguished in a heartbeat.

Moments later, the fabric of space curdled behind him.

A silent circular gateway materialized, its perimeter shimmering with the unmistakable signature of the System. A pallid radiance spilled from the aperture, engulfing the unmoving form of the Eternal commander before dragging him into the rift. The gateway vanished as abruptly as it had manifested, leaving absolutely no evidence that the entity had ever existed.

My eyes lingered on the void where he had disappeared.

The battlefield was beginning to settle as the erratic tremors of energy subsided. With the breach sealed and the hostile army eradicated, no obstacles remained to command my attention here.

A translucent interface flickered into existence as I accessed my status.

Merit Points: 45,000,000

The sheer volume of points caused me to hesitate. Having purged three Grade Four rifts in rapid succession had inflated my reserves beyond current expectations. Utilizing the teleportation network between bases allowed me to traverse between conflict zones without delay, and the System’s compensation for each closure was immense.

"Still not enough."

I crossed my arms, gazing into the heavens.

"Hey System, where is my Quest?"

The void offered no immediate response.

Then, a fresh interface populated my vision.

[New Quest Available]

[Saint Advancement Quest]

"At last."

The window expanded, detailing two specific directives.

[Objective One : Claim the Essence of a Planet]

[Status: Completed]

I blinked, a trace of a smile touching my lips.

"That was unexpectedly fast."

The requirement had clearly been satisfied over the previous few weeks. Between the world cores I had acquired and the planetary essence of Abor gravitating toward me on its own, my mastery of a world's vitality had evidently met the System's criteria.

The second objective blinked into view.

[Objective Two: Defeat Defender Aurora]

[Time Limit: 10 Days]

The countdown timer initiated immediately upon the window's arrival.

My eyes narrowed at the name.

"Aurora?"

For a fleeting moment, the likeness of my own summon appeared in my thoughts, though the premise felt absurd. The System would hardly task me with annihilating one of my own creations.

Moreover, the designation was distinct.

Defender.

I cast the thought aside with a shake of my head.

"Suppose I shall encounter them sooner or later."

The menu vanished.

Below, the demon legions were consolidating their positions, their ranks fortifying now that the Eternal menace had been removed. Shortly after, the demon commander who had directed the defense approached, his colossal armored physique cutting through the void until he halted at a respectable distance.

His countenance was etched with a mixture of profound fatigue and visible relief.

"Lord Ironhart."

He lowered his head in a deep, reverent bow.

"We owe you an undying debt. Had you not appeared, this rift would have surely devoured every last soul in our ranks."

His tone carried raw sincerity despite his stoic military training. I sensed the gravity of the calamity that had been averted. Grade Four rifts were rarely trivial affairs; the longer they persisted, the greater the likelihood of massive Eternal reinforcements pouring through.

"It is of no consequence," I responded with composure. "You held the front line admirably."

The commander drew himself up, his expression relaxing further.

"The Demon Monarch will surely desire to extend his personal gratitude upon learning of your deeds."

I gave a slight nod.

"Perhaps another time."

With nothing further to exchange, and the sector stabilized by the demons, I drew my hand through the air, tearing open the fabric of space.

The void parted before me. Without a parting word, I stepped into the rift.

Several portal jumps later, the frigid gales of Abor greeted me as the gate snapped shut.

I emerged outside the command dome, which loomed over the planet's central operations hub. The facility buzzed with synchronized activity as scores of officers tracked the sprawling network of relay bases across the galaxy.

Inside the structure, a vast holographic map dominated the room, casting light over several active warzones.

I drifted closer.

A specific projection magnified as my gaze focused on it.

Steve and North were carving through a dense swarm of abominations, their combined strikes dismantling the horrors with surgical precision. Nearby, Ragnar fought like an apex predator, his heavy weapon shattering corrupted flesh, while Knight drifted across the fray like a wraith, silencing any phantoms attempting to ambush the formation.

A secondary screen depicted Ash and Silver operating in a disparate sector. A deluge of sealing energy cascaded across the battlefield, as Ash suppressed the encroaching hoard and Silver’s crimson mist consumed the remnants like an uncontrollable wildfire.

A third display showcased Aurora and Lyrate engaging at another rift; the very air shuddered with elemental intensity as lightning and shifting vines decimated the Eternal forces.

"This is, indeed, significant progress."

We were doing more than simply closing rifts. We were broadcasting our presence to the entire galaxy.

The reputation of the Order of Absolute needed to permeate every corner—not merely among the Eternals, but throughout the mortal civilizations as well. If any party harbored designs upon my bases or my organization, they would do well to remember the fate of those who had defied us.

Fear was a most effective deterrent.

After observing the theater of war for a moment longer, I exited the dome. The ocean breeze of Abor, heavy with salt, washed over me as I manifested another portal.

The reality around me shifted.

Upon stabilization, I stood upon a desolate, isolated island cast in the center of an expansive ocean.

The island was devoid of any organic life. Across the barren expanse, massive runic arrays pulsed with a faint violet luminosity. Countless complex symbols interlaced across the ground in intricate, concentric circles, each rune bound to the next through precise spatial geometry.

I studied the formation with a contemplative eye.

"Nearly twenty percent complete."

The runes hummed rhythmically beneath my soles.

This was far from a simple teleportation array. I was architecting something on a monumental scale.

It was a permanent, long-range spatial gate, designed to link this world to my home planet.

Vaythos.

With my current mastery over spatial laws and the vast repository of runic knowledge I had curated, this undertaking was finally becoming reality. It demanded patience and flawless execution, but once finished, it would allow instantaneous traversal between the two realms.

I gestured upward.

"Right to Insight."

The ability manifested instantly.

The world as I saw it shifted.

Every rune on the island swelled in my perception, their hidden structures unfolding into layers of mathematical and spatial logic that only my Psynapse could fully decipher. Vital essence poured through the conduits as I commenced finer adjustments to the outer arrays, reinforcing the spatial anchors that would secure the portal upon its ignition.

The violet light glowed with renewed intensity.

With careful, steady movements, I continued my task.