My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 830 Void Erasure

******* [Knight's PoV]

As soon as Billion issued the command, I sprang into action.

All teleportation hubs across the capital stood unharmed, and the one where I emerged was labeled number 43. Five portals formed a neat semicircle, each vibrating faintly with embedded spatial data points. From the intel Lyrate had pulled, the third portal counting from the left led straight to the Hollow Star outpost by Zaraboom.

I approached it, my tail flicking once at my back, the dark robes of the Order of Absolute draping over me like animated darkness. Right before stepping into the ring, I encountered the barrier.

The whole city remained gripped by a spatial lockdown.

I halted and connected inwardly via the connection binding me to Billion. No need for the Sovereign Link on such a minor task. A subtle wave of thought conveyed my report.

'There is a Space lock on the city.'

In less than a heartbeat, the restriction melted away like ice in the morning sun.

'Hurry.'

His response came curt, yet I sensed the intense concentration lurking underneath.

I entered the portal.

Space twisted.

The journey through transit varied subtly by destination, but this felt effortless, almost leisurely in its draw. While my form broke down into packed spatial markers, my mind wandered to the figure who dispatched me.

Just earlier that day, I had sensed the abrupt rush.

An unexpected boost unrelated to my personal practice or toil. My grasp of space laws had surged forward, gaining crystal-clear insight as though a clouded lens in my thoughts had been wiped clean. Initially, I figured it was some echo from being nearby, but the magnitude proved far too immense.

Billion had advanced.

He had evolved.

And true to form, his progress lifted us all.

A soft chuckle escaped me as the transit path elongated in bands of muted glow around me.

In our eyes, he hardly resembled an ordinary human. Not in essence. Gazing at him via the bond revealed not mere body and skeleton but an immense, multifaceted entity, akin to a universe squeezed into one shape. Laws circled him like planets around a stellar heart. Essence circulated through him with the ease of breathing.

Yet he believed it was just steady improvement.

Should he ever grasp the full weight he bore, I imagined even the emptiness itself might quiver.

Space realigned sharply.

I materialized on a drifting asteroid.

The Hollow Star facility loomed in front, a soaring obsidian spire rising from the rock's core, encircled by grouped structures set in protective patterns. The asteroid itself floated silently in the void, held steady by faint spatial tethers to maintain its path.

I made no declaration of arrival.

Rather, I shifted laterally into the void and vanished from plain sight, weaving my essence into a narrow fold between spatial points. From there, I ascended over the outpost and extended my awareness outward.

Clusters of abominations. Phantoms shifting across levels. Traitors collaborating alongside them, oblivious that their final instants were already in motion.

Close to the tower's base, half-buried in the asteroid's outer layer, I spotted the sole functional spacecraft ready for the leap to Zaraboom. It sat in a hangar, secured yet without sentries.

I slipped through stacked spatial layers and materialized inside the hangar.

The vessel lay quiet, its mechanisms humming on low energy with no personnel aboard.

"Perfect." I whispered.

I dropped to one knee and pressed my hand to the deck.

Shadows responded.

They didn't slink or scuttle; they burst forth, surging in a dense tide of obscurity that engulfed the entire craft. The hull disappeared under a shroud of void-infused gloom.

Instantly after, I transported myself along with the ship to a concealed spatial mark right beyond the asteroid's edge. We reappeared in the empty vacuum, situated outside the outpost's primary scanning zone.

I exited, allowing the shadows to draw back into my garments, and hovered over the asteroid.

Down below, the facility carried on with its operations.

Observing them stirred only faint disdain in me. These were the adversaries challenging Billion. Abominations pieced from pilfered vitality. Phantoms drenched in deathmist. Traitors who favored ease or terror over fidelity.

They seemed pathetic.

I felt relieved that none had ever commanded me as superior.

I lifted my hand.

A dark speck appeared in front of it, tiny like a sand particle, then grew steadily into a spinning orb. On its exterior, dim sparks twinkled akin to far-off stars devoured by infinite blackness.

I dropped my tone to a hush.

"Void Erasure."

The orb descended.

Midway in its fall, it ballooned suddenly, unfurling like a crumbling firmament until it enveloped the whole facility overhead.

Sirens wailed at once. Defense mechanisms sprang to life. Spatial shields shimmered on. Power levels surged as they scrambled to counter.

None of it counted.

An intense tug radiated from the orb, a force of attraction surpassing mere gravity. Structures warped. Spires curved toward the center. Abominations shrieked while yanked skyward. Phantoms broke apart in midair, their shapes torn into wisps of shadow that dissolved into the nucleus.

In mere seconds, the outpost was compacted, crumpled, and devoured.

Once the attraction halted, only a vast gouge scarred the asteroid's face remained, along with the portal through which I had come, isolated.

I flicked an imaginary fleck of grime from my sleeve.

"I suppose that makes them hollow in more ways than one," I said softly to myself.

Feeble foes rarely grasped fine wit.

I returned to the ship in a flash and closed the entry.

Piloting the craft demanded no trial and error. Ash had relished books, and via the bond, his expertise streamed in whenever required. Controls illuminated as I linked with them, plotting a route to Zaraboom using the path Lyrate outlined.

Thrusters roared to life. The ship broke free from the asteroid and sped into the cosmos.

Zaraboom appeared after one hyperspace leap, its crust shimmering subtly with elemental surges detectable from afar. I lingered at a secure range, veiled by slight spatial warping.

After a few minutes, I detected it.

A known aura grazing my senses.

Aurora.

Her power trace was distinct, even toned down. Shortly, another craft entered my scan area. I established a channel through the bond and shared my position.

Soon, her vessel shifted direction and closed in.

Once close for secure exchange, I synchronized our routes and headed to the planned meeting rock, relaying info on the obliterated outpost and the latest developments on Abor.

While we journeyed side by side through the blackness, I permitted a faint grin.

The pursuit was gaining speed, and I have always relished the chase.