My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 840 Base 34

[Base 34]

Silence filled the control room located on the tower's first level.

In stark contrast to the earlier turmoil in this space, an air of calm stability now prevailed. The panels once managed by Hollow Star overseers hummed back to life, their displays emitting a gentle light while data flowed steadily over the surfaces. Several troops from our combined unit stationed here kept watch over the equipment.

Beyond the tower, security had already been established at the base.

Demons, Ferans, and insectoids patrolled the asteroid's exterior, strengthening defenses and seizing nearby facilities. The comms link had been repaired mere moments after we arrived, linking the tower seamlessly to the broader grid.

Base thirty-four was under our command.

I eased back a bit in the seat close to the main panel, turning my focus inward at last to examine the updates that had piled up amid the battle.

The System interface materialized before my eyes.

At the pinnacle of this rank's limit sat my level.

Level 499.

Briefly, my gaze fixed on that figure.

Just one more advance separated me from the upcoming milestone, though it loomed larger than all the prior leaps combined. Upon surpassing it, I'd step into Saint rank. The very notion held an odd gravity, like the cosmos itself sensed my position on the brink of greater power.

Amun had outlined multiple milestones for me to achieve, and after wrapping up this Hollow Star campaign, I intended to pursue them without delay.

Skipping over the level alert, I accessed the merits display.

The total had swelled dramatically since my previous glance.

Nearing fourteen million merit points.

A faint grin crossed my lips.

Dismantling Hollow Star's setup had yielded immense rewards.

Next to me, Steve reclined in his seat with a leg draped over the opposite knee, idly twirling a compact blade in his hand as he observed the motions on a nearby monitor.

"Primus hasn't gotten his rank-up mission from the System yet," he remarked.

I gave a nod. That concern gnawed at me. His progress had maxed out already, but no prompt had shown. I couldn't pinpoint the reason. Was the System holding it back on purpose, or did it tie into the episode with his spouse, when she swiped his wealth? Uncertainty clouded whether that event impacted the System's judgment, yet the idea persisted.

"Yeah, it's troubling," I replied. "We'll sort it out and support him."

"Got any ideas?" he inquired.

I shook my head deliberately.

"Nothing concrete. Let's wrap this up first," I suggested.

Steve inclined his head and settled back once more.

My focus returned to the console, where holographic maps hovered overhead. The layout of the seventy-two bases dominated the view, every site now bearing the Order of Absolute's insignia.

Hollow Star's core support had been shattered.

Close to ninety percent of their activities vanished in one decisive blow. Naturally, we hadn't rounded up every operative in their ranks. Plenty likely lurked on various planets, blending in with fake personas or concealed in urban centers and commerce centers throughout the stars. Yet that barely troubled me.

Groups could endure losing personnel. Infrastructure's destruction doomed them.

These bases fell into our possession. For the time being, though, they remained idle.

Seventy-two key outposts scattered through the galaxy, linked via gates and data lines, serving mainly to demonstrate Hollow Star's downfall right now.

Such potential went to waste. I shifted forward a touch, placing my elbows on the console while pondering their future applications.

The initial application stood out clearly.

The Eternals.

Should they launch yet another unified assault via tears or secret passages, these sites could serve as advance sentry posts. Each already featured detectors, signal setups, and transport systems. With smart incorporation, they'd weave into a vast intel web spanning swathes of the galaxy.

A further option involved tackling the remaining betrayer factions.

Hollow Star wasn't the sole entity undermining the Prime universe. Lesser cabals persisted in the dark. Armed with bases like these across sectors, surveillance of activities would sharpen beyond past efforts.

My group came next in thought. The Order of Absolute remained compact. Far too modest to garrison seventy-two sites ongoing. Still, these could evolve into drill zones, resource caches, and launch points. Through measured growth of the Order, this web might solidify as our operational spine.

The rifts posed yet another issue. Placing even some bases close to primary rift areas would enable quicker troop placement than standard armadas.

Other species entered the equation too. Dominating such a grid brought sway, wanted or otherwise.

I breathed out steadily.

Options abounded excessively. At present, though, the grid fulfilled just one urgent function.

A base.

Further developments could wait.

"Oh," I whispered under my breath, sensing a abrupt tremor course through the space fabric beyond the asteroid.

The feeling proved faint yet impossible to miss.

I rose swiftly.

"I believe they're arriving," I announced.

In the following moment, I vanished from the tower and rematerialized atop it. One after another, my companions joined me in the air, their arrivals nearly synced as they tracked my gaze's direction.

We floated over the asteroid outpost, scanning the empty cosmos nearby.

Initially, all seemed utterly ordinary. The black void extended without end around the floating chunk of stone, with remote stellar lights bouncing off the rock's face and the edifices atop it.

Yet deep in the emptiness, it became visible to me. A spot where the fabric of existence started to warp. That position wavered faintly, like an underlying force strained to break free.

My laws tingled with exceptional acuity just then, sharper than ever prior, rendering the ripple vividly apparent.

A being was forging a space conduit. Should I choose, I could halt it mid-process. A mere gesture of my hand would crush that tender nexus and demolish the conduit prior to its firmness. Any traverser would vanish amid fractured spatial strata.

Yet I held back.

I merely observed.

The spot wavered once more, then the adjacent void undulated as the warp surged outward. In moments, it shaped into a vast spinning whirlpool.

The conduit locked into place.

And from the portal's churning core, two vessels burst abruptly into the open expanse. They sped onward, propulsion units shimmering dimly as they exited the swirl and decelerated in the emptiness before the asteroid.

Each vessel boasted a streamlined, elongated form, their exteriors clad in sleek gray protective layers that caught the far-off star glow.

The bigger one rivaled a compact citadel ship in scale. Its companion trailed just behind, more compact yet robustly constructed.

On the exteriors of both crafts gleamed the clear mark of the Naga race.