My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 845 Origin Of Hollow Star

"I'm puzzled by one thing," I remarked. "Why were those bases shielded by the system to begin with? Hollow Star has turned traitor against the Prime Universe. So why would the System safeguard them?"

Xeron let out a quiet sigh.

"That's… a bit intricate."

He crossed his arms and eased back a touch.

"The founder of Hollow Star was known as a Defender. Are you familiar with that term?"

I shook my head.

Xeron went on.

"Defenders serve as the System's selected champions. They represent the Prime Universe's supreme guardians. The System spots people with exceptional promise and unyielding resolve to shield the universe, then elevates them with power and supplies."

He halted for a moment before proceeding.

"These champions battle the gravest dangers to reality. Invasions from rifts. Assaults by Eternals. Apocalyptic beings. Horrors beyond the grasp of ordinary societies."

I heard him out without a word.

"Hollow Star didn't start as a band of betrayers," Xeron explained. "Actually, at first, it resembled your Order of Absolute closely."

He motioned in my direction.

"It operated like a mercenary group, clashing with rifts and Eternal threats. Their troops proved highly capable, making them a key pillar in the System's defenses."

"Then an incident occurred."

His tone dropped a notch.

"The founder ultimately turned against the System."

I furrowed my brow.

"Prior to that treachery," Xeron pressed on, "he secured a safeguard provision from the System. An unbreakable pact. Through it, the System pledges to step in and defend Hollow Star outposts throughout the cosmos automatically."

"The relay outpost you razed fell under that shield."

He gave a light shrug.

"Just to clarify, the ones in this galaxy are minor setups. Their true might resides in the Prime Galaxy."

I nodded thoughtfully, then posed another query.

"So, have you attempted to wipe out those bases in the past?"

Xeron chuckled dryly, a faint sound.

"Naturally, we have."

His face turned a shade graver.

"The Naga matriarch herself once tried to obliterate one of their key facilities."

I arched a brow.

"What happened?"

"The System stepped in without delay."

He opened his palms wide.

"Following that, we ceased direct assaults on them. We shifted to tracking their actions instead. We observed their armadas and operations to avoid surprises if they made a move."

He stopped for a beat.

"The outposts endured. That's why, upon learning you'd seized it, we arrived to claim this base before Hollow Star could rally."

"They won't rally," I stated evenly.

Xeron's brow creased faintly.

"What are you saying?"

"I've already eliminated every one of the seventy-two relay bases protected by the system."

His gaze tightened.

"And I've also demolished their central headquarters."

For the initial time in our exchange, Xeron's calm facade slipped.

His eyes grew wide.

"You took down their headquarters?" he questioned, stunned.

Then his stare intensified.

"How in the world?"

"Why didn't the System block it?"

"It tried to," I answered steadily. "But I handled the interference."

Xeron fixed his eyes on me.

"And precisely how did you manage that?"

I just grinned slyly and shook my head.

"I'm not sharing, old timer."

Our talk was interrupted as a abrupt disturbance coursed through the emptiness. Xeron and I whipped our heads around simultaneously. Deep in the blackness, a spot warped bizarrely. The nearby shadows folded toward it, birthing a whirlpool that broadened steadily in spirals.

A being was forging a portal through space.

I squinted.

"Seems another visitor is arriving."

Xeron's forehead wrinkled as he eyed the anomaly.

"The Ferans," he noted composedly. "Their spies lurk in every corner. They likely detected the stirrings here… and our fleet's maneuvers too."

The whirlpool stretched out more. Abruptly, an enormous starship burst from the churning emptiness. The ship loomed vast and fortified, its steel exterior shining in the faint stellar glow. Etched on its side stood the clear insignia of the Feran people.

I dipped my chin in agreement.

"Correct. The Ferans have arrived."

The ship sailed ahead and eased to a halt by the outpost. Xeron flicked his wrist, unraveling the isolated realm enclosing us. The confined area vanished in a flash, thrusting us back into standard space right as the Feran craft completed docking.

The ship's bay doors parted.

Soon after, troops started flooding forth.

Leading them strode a colossal tiger-like fighter, his presence broadcasting immense power.

A Transcendent.

Trailing him were two additional Transcendents, flanked by scores of Feran troops arrayed in formation. As the tiger fighter's gaze met mine, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Billion Ironhart?" he uttered, astonished.

"What brings you here?"

I cocked my head a bit.

"The real question," I responded coolly, "is what brings you to my outpost?"

He blinked, bewildered.

"Your outpost?"

"Indeed," I affirmed, waving idly rearward. "My outpost."

"Don't you spot the flag?"

The tiger fighter at last glanced skyward to the control spire. His eyes fixed on the enormous pennant waving atop it.

The emblem of the Order of Absolute.

His eyes bulged.

"Order of Absolute…?"

"But how could that be—"

He couldn't complete his words before I lightly swept my hand. A subtle wave propagated across the vacuum. The fabric of space cracked.

A slender edge of packed spatial might lanced out in a blink. The Feran leader scarcely reacted before it cleaved through his ship in the rear.

The gigantic craft parted neatly into halves. The sections floated away, a blast shaking the emptiness behind.

The tiger fighter gaped in shock. Fury then blazed over his features.

"What the devil do you think you're up to?!" he bellowed.

His aura burst forth savagely.

"You slaughtered our kin on our world, and now you assault me?! Do you grasp the implications?!"

His bellow resounded like a ferocious tiger's snarl through the void.

I paid him no heed.

Gradually, I lifted my hand and aimed my open palm at him. Purple essence flared abruptly before my fingers. A whirling orb of packed force materialized at once, twirling fiercely as it amassed strength.

The Feran leader felt the peril. His form shifted as he howled, sinews bulging and talons lengthening while his aura flared protectively.

Yet it proved futile.

The orb imploded. A searing purple ray surged ahead. The ray ripped across space immediately. It engulfed the tiger fighter, his two Transcendent followers, the Feran ranks, and the scattered ship debris.

All in its trajectory vanished utterly.

As the glow dimmed, the void regained its hushed tranquility.

Nothing was left.

Xeron gazed at the barren spot where the Ferans had been mere instants ago.

Then he gradually pivoted to face me, astonishment plain in his eyes.

"Why go that far?"

I lifted my shoulders nonchalantly.

"I felt compelled to."

With a faint smile, I appended.

"The Ferans aren't my favorites."

Yet in my thoughts, calculations ran deeper. I couldn't risk the Ferans zeroing in on my outposts at this juncture. Not without me there to guard them. Darting across the galaxy to safeguard seventy-two separate sites sequentially would squander time utterly.

This approach was far cleaner.

Should they seek to strike my outposts… they had to learn the price. I aimed to forge a warning before any others entertained foolish notions about the sites.