My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 824 The Clash

Mid-formation, the spatial matrices grew unstable. Crafts shook fiercely while Essence surged into their cores. One by one, the ships burst apart from the inside. Blasts ripped through the launch pads, sending shards of metal and crystal flying over the skyline as the startup processes buckled beneath the overwhelming rush.

A few ships had just started rising when the ripple struck them during takeoff. Their engines sputtered wildly before exploding in dazzling bursts, crashing down to the surface as fiery wreckage.

Long-range teleportation efforts flickered weakly and then ceased entirely.

'No one would be leaving,' I declared, my voice booming over the whole city.

The fury burning in my chest didn't lessen—in fact, it grew even keener.

Slowly, I lifted my hand and fanned out my fingers.

Space reacted in kind.

A new ripple spread outward, this time with far greater precision. It widened and began enveloping the entire city.

Once the ripple finished its path, the city stood fully sealed off.

No teleportation points could take hold. No space tunnels could remain steady. No outside portals could force their way in.

From high above, it looked like nothing had shifted. The sky stayed blue, the grass remained green. Yet the city had turned into an airtight enclosure.

I brought my hand down.

Panic surged even stronger below. Those attuned enough to sense it grasped the truth swiftly. All their ways out had disappeared. Every path to freedom had been wiped clean.

My eyes dropped to the elderly Naga on his knees in front of me. After the devouring, his frame could hardly stay intact, with split scales and labored breaths, but his gaze still held frantic scheming.

'Go ahead and use it,' I stated evenly. 'I know you have it. Don't worry. I won't interfere.'

His breaths came more ragged. Doubt flashed briefly over his features, but need triumphed over doubt. With a shaky hand, he reached into his storage ring and drew forth a small brown token.

The second it emerged, I sensed it plainly.

It held the System's aura. The aged Naga gazed at the token in his hand for a quick moment, as if judging the price, then ground it to pieces in his fingers.

The shard crumbled into fine powder.

Nothing occurred.

For a handful of heartbeats, the skies stayed unclouded, the enclosed city hushed.

Suddenly, the air over the city split open.

A fissure raced across the heavens, starting slender and then broadening, like glass straining to break. Unnatural light seeped from the gap—not ordinary sunbeams, but a thick golden glow that swept across the city in growing waves.

'You are here,' I whispered, tilting my gaze upward.

The golden radiance grew denser, cascading down like a falling shroud. Clouds melted away in its trail. The space barrier I'd erected quivered as a mightier force bore down on it from the heavens.

Then it appeared before me.

A massive finger, crafted from packed golden energy, started lowering from the shattered sky. It matched the structure I'd faced earlier, enormous in scale, its exterior etched with flowing lines that echoed runes but pulsed like active pathways.

It came from the System alone.

Or at least, its manifestation did.

The old Naga uttered a sound midway between a chuckle and a wail. 'You… you cannot stand against that,' he wheezed.

I kept my eyes away from him.

My focus locked on the approaching form as the golden light brightened, weighing heavy on the world beneath.

The finger descended deeper, zeroing in straight on my spot.

The planet's green Essence pulled back on instinct from its nearing, as though detecting an outsider's directive that overrode its usual rhythm.

Gazing up at the oncoming construct, a single query lingered stubbornly in my thoughts.

Why?

Why would the System step in this way? This amounted to outright action, a manifestation huge enough to fracture the atmosphere of a full world.

What could possibly compel it to act so boldly?

I refused to believe the System opposed the Prime Universe. All I'd studied, all Amun had shared, indicated the reverse. It functioned as a ruling power. A framework designed to support the First Executor. It wasn't built for favoring one side in trivial battles.

And yet, here it came.

Responding to a token to guard the Hollow Star and serve as their shield.

That made no sense.

No straightforward deal could force an entity of such magnitude to behave like a summoned defender. Even Amun, bound though he was and still awe-inspiring in breadth, had never implied he could direct the System freely. He bargained. He laid out terms. He didn't call forth fingers from above.

So what secret did the Hollow Star hold? What pact had they forged?

Or was this no protection whatsoever?

'I will not be running this time, and it is thanks to you only, System,' I murmured softly as the golden form pressed onward.

I raised my hand.

Prarambh materialized in my hold.

The instant my fingers wrapped around the hilt, the sword stirred. The red streak tracing its ebony edge flashed once, then glowed deeper, as if sensing the resolve building inside me. With one swift pull, I brought the blade up.

The violet Essence coursing through my veins jolted harshly.

It was like an enormous pull had captured it internally, yanking it toward the sword. A gentle stream shifted into a raging flood. Essence streamed from my channels, flooded my core, and funneled into Prarambh at rising speed. The suction grew stronger than I'd foreseen. In mere moments, close to ninety percent of my full reserves had been drawn out.

The blade thrummed in my grasp. Red light flared across its edge.

Then the strike took form. A enormous arc of focused power, spanning as broad as the city underneath, rent the sky while climbing. Air tore open behind it. Space warped outward under the strain of its travel as the red surge hurtled up at the lowering golden finger.

The two powers smashed together far overhead the sealed city.

For a split instant, the heavens turned into a clash of rival hues—gold forcing down, crimson thrusting up.

The crash burst forth in a searing glare.

The golden form quaked. Fractures raced over its exterior where the strike landed, sharp lines streaking down the falling finger. The rune-like circuits stuttered wildly as the red force carved deep into its form.

The clash's power hurled shockwaves through the air. Structures distant below crumbled. The earth trembled as hurled winds crashed outward in widening circles.

My form hung steady in the sky, yet the Essence loss made my arms feel leaden. Prarambh vibrated in my hold, its red streak shining fierce as it resisted the golden manifestation.