My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 828 828: Abor - The Hidden

I hovered motionless above the shattered moon for a few minutes. The bound unconscious watchers floated securely next to me, locked in spatial restraints.

A red trail, familiar to me, emerged at the corner of my sight.

Silver.

He sliced through the void in his massive shape, wings propelling him forward with forceful beats. Despite the enormous size, his motion held a restrained ferocity. Nearing us, he reduced speed and transformed, red vapor contracting as his giant body shrunk to the standard winged humanoid figure. A group of insensate forms drifted in a spatial grip trailing him.

He peeked at the pit below and issued a soft whistle. "You didn't spare much."

"No need to," I answered.

His eyes moved to the senseless prisoners. "Identical situation on the second moon. Tiny outpost shielded by a masking barrier. Main spire. Surveillance setups. Signal transmitter. They sent updates live."

I gave a single nod. "I discovered the matching setup here."

Silver's face grew a bit more serious. "Purpose of dual outposts? If one got exposed, the second could still transmit. Or perhaps mutual validation."

"I'm uncertain," I admitted truthfully. "Possibly their method for multi-layered monitoring. Or an authority sought dual-source verification prior to action. Or rival groups both required the intel."

He angled his head. "Implying they anticipated obstacles eventually."

"I believe so," I responded.

A short hush fell between us while we pondered the meaning.

My features set firmly. "We'll hand these betrayers over to Lyrate. She'll extract the truths from them."

Silver agreed promptly with a nod. "Time to head out."

I warped the space and dropped back toward the world below. The planet's arc grew swiftly in sight, a subtle purple glow from my prior disturbance lingering in the air layers. Moments later, we breached the high atmosphere and hovered over the main city I'd preserved.

We lowered into the heart of the zone and deposited the comatose prisoners onto the plaza's surface. They lay still.

Silver tucked his wings away. "Lyrate's going to savor this."

"Indeed she is," I laughed lightly.

Briefly, I just stood and accessed the System panel.

Alerts poured into view.

[Level up!]

The initial batch raced by, showing the wipeout of Eternals and Upper Transcendents. The boost wasn't slight. A rush of stored experience caused a sudden leap.

My level spiked upward.

Starting from the prior point, it advanced quickly and settled at 469. The following wave hit right after, linked to the vast ruin of breeding sites and the erasure of Phantom troops. The rise was intense. My level ascended once more.

As the chain ended, my profile read Level 487. Only 13 away from the Saint boundary.

Yet another alert appeared.

[Contract Nullified – Enforcement Clause with Hollow Star Terminated]

[Merit Gained: 5M]

I gazed at the message, eyes opening wider.

A contract worth five million merit.

For an instant, the magnitude even caught me off guard.

"Hey, System, got any other contracts for me to cancel?" I queried openly without delay.

I emitted a quiet laugh and shook my head a touch. "No worries. If something comes up, you know my location."

Next, I checked the remaining alerts.

[Abominations Eliminated – Merit Calculated]

[Main Base Destroyed – Merit Calculated]

[Merit Gained: 3M]

Eight million merit from one mission.

I couldn't help appreciating it.

A faint grin formed on my lips. This was merely one manufacturing planet, one multi-tiered snare, one link in the chain. Still, the rewards were substantial.

More awaited. Additional outposts, secret factories, spy stations dotted the stars. If dismantling one yielded this much, methodically hitting the others would cripple Hollow Star's functions while speeding my progress too.

I recalled Amun's requirements.

Every law needed to hit Major Level Five. Body attributes from Omega to Pre-Origin.

Soul stature to three hundred thirty-three feet. Plus, gather one hundred million merit.

From the total, I'd already secured 8M.

The lunar relay's data points stayed vivid. The web extended beyond this world. This served as a factory and watchpoint. Others existed.

I shut the System display.

"For now," I murmured softly, "we await Lyrate's results."

Knight arrived ahead. A shadow-crafted bird resembling a crow plummeted lifeless before me and Silver. It dissolved into mist as Knight emerged.

Silver eyed him and questioned, "That corpse bird meant for me?"

Knight cocked his head. "How so?" Silver snorted back.

"I've collected the available info," he stated, bowing his head toward me a fraction.

"What's the discovery?" I inquired.

"This world bears the name Abor," he started. "It sits within our galaxy's Core Sector."

My look intensified mildly.

"The Core Sector," I echoed.

He affirmed with a nod. "Affirmative. Far from border skirmishes. Actually deep central. That heightens the worry."

Without break, he went on. "Abor held high-tier Essence status once. Its air richness and world ley lines produce superior ambient Essence. In history, it stood wholly with the Prime Universe, settled by the Gulbarian species. An aquatic folk in truth. They aided fights in initial Eternal attacks."

"Yet records mark it as obliterated," Knight concluded.

"Doesn't seem obliterated to my eyes." Silver commented.

Knight responded evenly. "Official logs claim Abor succumbed in a key clash with Eternal armies. Accounts describe core instability and surface implosion. Distant scans then noted huge spatial warping and wreckage."

He halted momentarily. "All fabricated."

"They faked the planet's end," Silver grumbled close by.

"Indeed," Knight verified. "Based on their private archives I uncovered, Hollow Star alongside Eternal partners staged the wipeout. They controlled the deception entirely."

"In truth," I uttered deliberately, "they masked the world."

"Precisely," Knight said. "Abor lurks inside a thick asteroid field of broken metal remnants. The field gets kept artificial. Beyond that, a vast illusion veil covers nearby space. Beyond the edge, it shows as barren emptiness."

"A void pocket," Silver whispered.

"Right," Knight replied. "The deception layers spatial suppression. Normal detectors pick up just old battle trash. The zone disrupts far-off teleport locks, rendering Abor's real position lockable only with insider marker tokens."

"The star tokens," I noted.

"Yes," Knight confirmed.

His voice stayed even and exact. "Abor got chosen on purpose. High Essence makes it fit for breeding ops. Moreover, nearby space weave is oddly fragile. That flaw lets Eternals build firm teleport paths with less pushback."

"Thus a hub," I stated.

"Beyond a hub," Knight adjusted mildly. "A prime factory and dispatch center."

He raised his palm a bit, summoning a planetary hologram among us, with key spots lit.

"Twenty-seven key urban centers span the lands," he detailed. "Each hosted an abomination nursery, which I assume you eradicated."

His digit followed crimson groupings on the display.

"Ninety-seven verified nurseries," he pressed on. "Likely extras in isolated areas. These spots mass-produced abominations. Beasts got stabilized, trained, readied for shipment. Phantoms managed alteration phases. Chosen ones shipped via gateway nets to distant galactic sites."

He met my gaze squarely. "This wasn't just a force shelter. It fueled them."

Knight went further. "Besides bio-output, Abor ran relay webs to other hidden worlds."

I crossed my arms casually. "Links?"

"Verified ties to various Core Sector planets and some outer ones," Knight answered. "Local gateways tuned to set points. They demand matching anchors or timed starts from the far end."

"Gateways serve as supply routes and travel paths," I observed.

"Spot on," he said. "They enabled Hollow Star heads and partner species—Nagas, Ferans, Elementals, more—to arrive, plan, shift assets. Per financial logs I breached, Abor doubled as a summit spot for top agents."

Silver exhaled lowly. "They stashed their core outpost in our turf's middle."

Knight nodded. "Yes. Deemed gone, so perfect."

He stopped, then shared the last bit.

"The belt's illusion also warps time scans. Routine sweeps glide past without noting gravity shifts. Without precise knowledge of the spot, Abor stays invisible forever."

"Impressive, all this work on the site. Now I'm inclined to claim it for our own base." I remarked.