My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 851 Saint Advancement Quest

The Eternal commander offered no resistance as the last remnants of his legion evaporated. Silence had reclaimed the battlefield, with the relentless horde of abominations and phantoms wiped away until nothing remained but the faint glow of the sealed rift and drifting wisps of volatile essence. Within the bounds of my influence, his authority was completely nullified, rendering him a statuesque figure trapped in the void, locked in place by the suffocating weight of reality itself.

I advanced with deliberate steps.

For the inaugural moment since the engagement commenced, the Eternal directed his gaze toward me. His expression retained an alien stillness, entirely indifferent to the crushing defeat descending upon him.

Raising my fist, I unleashed a singular, precise blow. The ensuing impact resounded through the void like a distant peal of thunder. The Eternal’s form buckled instantly under the pressure, and he collapsed, his consciousness snuffed out.

An instant later, the space behind him rippled.

A circular portal materialized without a sound, its perimeter shimmering with the unmistakable aura of the System. Pale luminescence washed over the unconscious Eternal commander, drawing his frame into the gateway. The portal vanished as quietly as it had arrived, leaving behind no shred of evidence that the creature had ever existed.

I cast a brief glance toward the vacant space where he had recently stood.

The battlefield was gradually stabilizing as the erratic surges of energy subsided. With the rift secured and the invading army eradicated, there was no reason to linger.

A translucent interface manifested before my vision as I checked my status.

Merit Points: 45,000,000

The figure caused me to pause briefly. Sealing three Grade Four rifts consecutively had pushed my total well beyond my projections. The inter-base teleportation network enabled me to traverse battlefields without delay, and the System had provided generous rewards for each closure.

"Still not enough."

Crossing my arms, I looked toward the zenith.

"Hey, System, where is my Quest?"

The void returned no answer for a heart-beat.

Then, a new window flickered into view.

[New Quest Available]

[Saint Advancement Quest]

"Finally."

The notification expanded to display two objectives beneath the header.

[Objective One: Claim the Essence of a Planet]

[Status: Completed]

I blinked, a faint smile touching my lips.

"That was rapid."

The prerequisite must have been satisfied over the previous weeks. Between the world cores I had secured and the planetary essence of Abor responding to my will, manipulating the spirit of a world had evidently met the System's criteria.

The second objective materialized below.

[Objective Two: Defeat Defender Aurora]

[Time Limit: 10 Days]

The countdown clock commenced its tally the instant the window manifested.

I stared at the name.

"Aurora?"

For a fleeting second, the image of my own summon flickered in my mind, yet the notion seemed nonsensical. The System wouldn't issue a quest demanding I vanquish my own creation. Moreover, the designation was distinct: Defender.

I dismissed the thought with a shake of my head.

"I suppose I shall encounter them soon."

The interface vanished. Below me, the demonic forces were reorganizing, their lines stabilizing now that the Eternal threat had been neutralized. Moments later, the demon commander responsible for the defense approached, his hulking, armored form cleaving through the void before he halted at a respectable distance.

His face bore a blend of exhaustion and profound relief.

"Lord Ironhart."

He offered a deep, respectful bow. "You have our deepest gratitude. Without your timely intervention, this rift would have devoured our entire force."

Genuine emotion colored his voice, overriding his usual stoic military discipline. I appreciated the gravity of the situation; Grade Four rifts were rarely trivial—the longer they persisted, the greater the likelihood that higher-tier Eternal forces would breach our lines.

"It is of no consequence," I replied smoothly. "You maintained the perimeter long enough."

The commander straightened, his demeanor easing.

"The Demon Monarch will desire to extend his personal thanks upon hearing of this victory."

I offered a slight nod. "Perhaps another time."

There was nothing left to address. The region was secure; the demons had reclaimed their territory. With a flick of my wrist, I tore a rift in space. Without another word, I stepped through.

Following several portal transitions, the bite of Abor's cold winds greeted me as the gate snapped shut behind me. I appeared outside the command dome overlooking the central operations hub. The facility hummed with activity as officers tracked the constellation of relay bases across the galaxy. Inside the dome, a vast projection filled the chamber, highlighting several active combat zones.

I moved closer, and one projection zoomed in automatically as my focus locked onto it.

Steve and North carved through a dense swarm of abominations, their combined efforts dismantling the creatures with ruthless precision. Ragnar battled like a force of nature nearby, his massive weapon shattering corrupted husks while Knight danced through the fray as a shadow, executing phantoms attempting to flank them. Another feed displayed Ash and Silver in a different theater, where waves of sealing energy dampened the opposition while Silver's crimson mist consumed them like an encroaching wildfire. A third monitor showed Aurora and Lyrate near a contested rift, elemental fury saturating the air as lightning and animated vines obliterated the Eternal vanguard.

"I suppose this constitutes decent progress," I mused.

We were doing more than just sealing rifts; we were broadcasting our presence to the entire galaxy. The name of the Order of Absolute needed to be recognized everywhere—not just by the Eternals, but by every civilization in this quadrant. Should any faction contemplate targeting my bases or my organization, they would need to remember the fate of those who defied us. Fear was a useful metric.

After observing the carnage for a moment longer, I exited the dome. The ocean breeze of Abor carried the tang of salt as I manifested another portal.

The world flickered and reset.

When orientation returned, I stood upon a desolate, isolated isle in the heart of a vast ocean. The island was entirely barren of life, its surface covered in enormous runic formations that pulsed with violet light. Thousands of intricate symbols were etched into the ground in concentric circles, each rune linked to the next through delicate spatial geometry. I surveyed the formation with a critical eye. "Nearly twenty percent complete." The runes glowed rhythmically beneath me. This was no mere teleportation circle; I was constructing something far grander: a permanent, long-range spatial gate capable of linking this world back to my home planet, Vaythos. With my current mastery over space and the runic knowledge I had amassed, the project was finally within my grasp. It would demand immense time and exacting control, yet, upon completion, it would enable instantaneous travel between worlds. I raised my hand. "Right to Insight." My ability activated immediately, shifting my perspective. Every rune on the isle expanded in my consciousness, their structural depths unfolding into layers of mathematical and spatial relationships that only my Psynapse could decipher. Channels of essence surged through the array as I began recalibrating the exterior elements, refining the spatial anchors designed to stabilize the portal once it ignited. The violet emanations sharpened in intensity. With focus and caution, I continued my task.