My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 817 Selara

The last warning disappeared from my sight, and the gray realm stayed utterly motionless for a few seconds. Before me loomed the enormous rectangular steel pillar, with the etched word Prarambh subtly shining in red.

Suddenly, a slender fissure appeared on its face.

Soon, another one traced across. The gigantic pillar didn't tumble down. Rather, it disintegrated right there, breaking apart into glittering metal specks that floated briefly in the atmosphere.

Next, they rushed toward me.

I made no effort to stop them.

The specks flowed through my form without resistance and sank straight into my Dawn Core. The change hit me right away. In the depths of my inner realm, where the elemental volcano boiled and the central isle lay shrouded under veils of Essence, fresh stirrings commenced.

The Dawn Core quivered.

From under its core layer, terrain started to emerge.

A fresh island took shape.

It ascended gradually, hardening from void, its exterior sleek and metallic-hued. The elevating chunk settled into a flat expanse. In its heart, that identical rectangular steel pillar surfaced anew, flawless, bearing the inscription Prarambh.

The blade I held gleamed.

In a blaze of scarlet light, it slipped from my grasp and rematerialized inside the Dawn Core, lodging itself at the summit of the metallic edifice on the emerging island. The edge fitted seamlessly as if it had always been part of it. The crimson streak down its middle throbbed once, aligning with the core below.

Then all motion ceased.

Beyond, the gray domain fell quiet again.

I fully opened my eyes and lifted my hand.

"Prarambh."

The sword responded.

In a scarlet burst, it returned to my hold, the red streak on its edge faintly luminous. It now felt less heavy, more attuned, as if it knew me just as I knew it.

Once more, the space ahead tore apart.

A new gateway appeared, and it was easy to tell it served as an exit. Without pause, I walked into it. The gateway sealed shut right after me.

As my sight steadied, I no longer stood in the vast gray expanse.

I was in a tight passageway.

Masonry barriers flanked the slim lane on both sides. The atmosphere held a subtle aroma of metal and fumes, blended with a wild, animalistic note. Immediately, I stretched my awareness outward, letting it sweep over the urban area surrounding me.

The presences were undeniable.

Ferans.

I moved ahead a single step and faded from the lane, materializing far up in the heavens.

Aerial view revealed the arrangement swiftly. It didn't take much time to pinpoint the location.

It was the capital Ness on the world Selara. The very world the traitorous Transcendent had mentioned before my erasure of him.

I floated quietly, probing deeper.

"Are you making up for it now, System?" I whispered softly.

The trial's end triggered a direct gateway to this realm. No wait, no chance. If this was mere luck, it was far too exact. I had sought guidance. And I'd been brought straight to Selara. Compensation or design, I couldn't say.

Yet here I was. And Hollow Star lurked somewhere on this globe.

To pinpoint Hollow Star's stronghold, or at least a clue leading there, I avoided wandering the paths aimlessly. Instead, I stayed aloft above the urban sprawl, folded my legs while suspended, and shut my eyes.

My awareness spread out gradually at the start, then broadened consistently until it enveloped all of Ness city. I allowed it to drift over roofs, penetrate barriers, slip under bases, and graze every vital entity beneath. I wasn't hunting for blatant signs. Hollow Star avoided flags or exposed marks. I hunted for anomalies, concealed dimensional creases, muted glyphs, subtle warps unfit for normal builds.

Simultaneously, I sifted the energies of the residents, seeking something more elusive.

Deathmist.

Not the thick buildup in hub outposts, but remnants. A whisper. A soft remnant adhering to one touched by it.

Time ticked by.

I uncovered hidden armories, illicit storage nooks, and simple glyph seals—but nothing linked to Hollow Star.

Then, about ten minutes in, I detected it.

A subtle remnant.

It adhered to the energy of a female in a store near the core quarter. She wasn't old as her energy's feel had suggested initially; she looked around forty. A blade lay across her shoulders, battered yet cared for. She positioned herself at a gleaming counter, sorting what seemed like aged treasures and items.

Her energy bore a touch of that fog. Insufficient to label her a fighter. But sufficient to imply exposure.

In a flash, I departed the heights and rematerialized on the road before her store.

The shop's facade appeared sophisticated amid nearby edifices. Stained panes of glass bordered the doorway. Soft illumination shone from within through the panes. Over the entrance, etched in shiny alloy, the title stated:

Rubies Blazo Antiquities.

'Curious.'

I advanced and rapped once.

A serene voice called from within, "Enter."

I swung the door wide and went inside. The space was neatly organized, vintage arms affixed neatly on the partitions, treasures showcased under safeguarding panes, items tagged orderly. The scent was mild of floral essence and preserved timber.

At the counter waited the woman.

Seeing her up close, I noted the Fox clan traits among Ferans. Her ears tapered gently with fur, her gaze keen and watchful. She glanced at me shortly before giving a courteous grin.

"Welcome," she said. "Seeking something unique?"

I held back my reply for a moment.

Instead, I let my awareness fully probe the entire store, checking under the base, within the barriers, over secret holds, looking for hidden glyphs or dimensional bends.

Yet I discovered none. I ended the probe and met her stare directly.

Then I clicked my fingers.

Instantly, the area around her halted.

The atmosphere hardened, fixing her midway through her action. She could still perceive. She could still reason. But her form couldn't budge. Not even the tiniest quiver was possible.

Her irises expanded a bit, yet she showed no alarm.

I approached nearer.

"I seek the Hollow Star base," I stated steadily.

Her eyes shifted.

"If you hold any knowledge," I went on smoothly, "blink once."

I kept my eyes on hers.

"If you lack knowledge, refrain from blinking."

I bent forward a touch, my tone firm.

"Ensure you're truthful with me. Should you prove unhelpful, I'll end you and proceed."

The zone encircling her stayed utterly secured.

Only her eyes could shift.

I lingered in wait.