My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 820 A New Place

"Yes," I replied steadily while facing her directly, holding her gaze. "I am listening."

She struggled to even out her breaths, yet each one emerged ragged. Crimson drops fell from her chin as she parted her lips with effort.

"I need to know… you won't kill me," she murmured softly.

I gazed at her for an extended moment, my facial look revealing it all.

"Are you foolish?" I questioned in a low tone.

My palm lifted and came to rest above her head.

The Abyss Core quivered slightly.

Right away, I commenced absorbing her laws.

The action lacked any discretion. Runic pieces started ripping loose from her frame, emerging like bands of glow extracted from under her dermis. Every piece flickered for a short while before getting pulled inside me, streaming to the Dawn Core for assimilation and disassembly.

Her eyes expanded in pure astonishment as she sensed the occurrence. She thrashed fiercely, attempting to invoke her wind and sound laws, yet the harder she fought back, the quicker the absorption sped up.

"The only thing that saves you now," I stated composedly, "is the answer I want."

A bellow of agony burst from the stone Elemental while the fire tornado grew fiercer, though I kept my focus solely on her.

She kept on fighting, striving to call forth her domain and regain command of her primary law, but none of it worked as intended. Every effort merely led to additional pieces being yanked free.

At last, her fight ended.

"My ring," she uttered faintly.

My eyes moved to the storage ring adorning her finger.

While continuing the absorption, I gestured with my other hand and yanked the ring off her digit, drawing it across the space to land in my grasp. I examined its holdings right away. Artifacts, papers, and various other items filled it.

I disregarded all of it. My focus locked immediately on a dark star-formed token positioned in the middle.

Her breaths had turned faint by the time she voiced again, her words scarcely coherent.

"The token," she croaked. "It unlocks the way… but you require three. All three."

I squinted my eyes a bit but held off on ending the absorption of her laws for now.

"From them?" I inquired serenely.

She managed a feeble nod.

"Each of us holds one… anchor key."

That sufficed.

I pulled my hand back from her head and ceased the Abyss Core's draw. The flow of runic pieces halted suddenly, leaving her shaking and with vacant eyes, her presence clearly weakened. She drooped in the atmosphere, scarcely aware, yet breathing.

I directed my focus to the remaining pair.

With a simple thought, the fire tornado encircling the stone Elemental vanished without delay. The heated terrain solidified swiftly, encasing his partly melted body. I sent my senses straight into his form and pinpointed the storage ring lodged in his fortified torso. Casually, I extracted it via spatial control, ripping it through broken rock and into my hold.

He bellowed in rage, though he lacked the capacity for real opposition.

Next, I moved to the lightning Elemental. She remained crouched in the depression, her cut-off arm gradually trying to regenerate amid weak sparks of power. I advanced and slipped the ring from her hand prior to any response, briefly strengthening the spatial limit to block any meddling.

In mere moments, I clutched three storage rings.

I probed the insides of the second ring followed by the third. Each held comparable collections of useful goods. I overlooked the rest and hunted solely for the familiar trace I had detected before.

And found them they were.

Three matching black star-shaped tokens.

Every one pulsed with the identical subtle throb.

I twirled one in my digits and sent my awareness into its core makeup. Similar to the Feran devices in the store, these weren't simple travel aids. They served as steadfast anchors meant to steady and create a spatial passage once positioned right.

Three spots.

Triangle setup.

I channeled a precise flow of Essence into the initial token.

It reacted without hesitation.

Delicate patterns illuminated on its exterior, subtle runes bursting into sight. I did the same for the second and third tokens. All three came alive, releasing a deep drone as their inner mechanisms synced.

I retreated a step and set them down on the fractured terrain in a triangle shape.

As soon as the final token met the earth, a wave of spatial warp exploded amid them. The atmosphere creased toward the triangle's heart, reality twisting and contracting while the anchors connected. The surface shook as a round opening took shape, its borders wavering like dark liquid under strain.

Moments later, a firm portal settled between the three tokens. I glanced at the three wounded Upper Transcendents once more.

"You should be grateful," I said evenly. "You are still alive."

With a casual wave of my hand, I retrieved the three black star-shaped tokens from the surface. The portal stayed firm despite the anchors rising, maintained by the link already forged. I reinforced my grip on the space encircling the three, immobilizing their actions entirely. Spatial restraints coiled around their arms and bodies, not squeezing, but guaranteeing that any spark of law use would not succeed.

The stone Elemental stared daggers at me through cracked sheets of cooled lava. The lightning woman's breaths came irregularly, her missing arm only partially rebuilt. The Feran dangled slackly, hardly aware following the incomplete stripping of her laws.

Not one uttered a sound. I advanced and entered the portal, hauling all three along.

The shift happened in a flash.

Yet what lay beyond differed from my expectations.

"You should be grateful," I said evenly. "You are still alive."

With a deliberate gesture of my hand, I summoned back the three black star-shaped tokens and stored them safely. The portal persisted without wavering. I strengthened the spatial ties around the three, freezing their motions utterly with no chance for even a hint of law to emerge. Without further comment, I proceeded and passed through the portal, pulling all three behind.

The passage concluded immediately.

However, the scene that met me beyond was far from a concealed outpost etched in shadows.

I found myself on exposed terrain.

Lush greenery lay under my feet—dense, verdant, vibrant. A gentle wind swept over the meadow, bearing hints of earth and far-off streams. Overhead, the heavens shone a clear azure, free from clouds or haze. A pair of moons floated plain in the daytime vault, ghostly and constant amid the wide stretch.

For the briefest instant, I just remained in place.

Then the responses started.

Folks strolling close halted in their tracks. Talks cut off sharply. Expressions swung my way in growing awareness as they spotted not just my abrupt arrival but the three restrained forms floating in my wake. The quiet held for only a moment before a piercing siren wailed over the wide area.

Automated apparatuses emerged from the soil in various spots, distant energy emitters. Their muzzles turned and aimed with exact mechanical precision until each targeted me squarely.

I lifted my head again to verify the sight.

Two moons. An air teeming with vitality. This world pulsed with existence. I stretched my senses outward. And the detection caused my look to alter.

Phantoms.

Eternals.

And individuals from our realm. They traversed the identical paths. Labored together. My features set in stunned denial. This defied all my preparations.

The sirens kept sounding.

I stayed motionless.