My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 870 A New Law

Time faded into irrelevance while I rested on the floating asteroid, my consciousness deeply entwined with the complex lattice of laws encircling Abor. Hollow Star's illusion field went beyond a mere hiding method. It featured sophisticated layers that displayed a mastery beyond anything I'd witnessed. The deeper my analysis went, the more evident it became that this illusion didn't simply mask reality—it reshaped the way reality was interpreted.

I allowed my Right to Insight to unfurl completely.

Sealing laws provided the base, securing the framework throughout the asteroid belt. Space laws twisted detection routes, diverting all scans from the planet. Yet the core element binding it all was far more elusive.

Dream.

Unlike other laws, it didn't assert dominance. It drifted seamlessly.

It dissolved the line between true reality and perceived truth, not through coercion, but via an all-encompassing suggestion that prevented any opposition from arising. This wasn't typical illusion. It was total embrace.

For hours, I contemplated it deeply.

Slowly, the configurations coalesced into something graspable. The framework unveiled itself layer by layer, each revealing understanding as my perception synced with it. Uncertainty gave way to sharp insight.

Upon opening my eyes at last, the system reacted at once.

My status panel materialized in front of me.

[Major Law of Dream – Level 4]

Right as I prepared to press on—

The surroundings transformed abruptly.

No prior alert.

No gradual shift.

One instant I occupied the asteroid, the next I stood atop a tranquil, boundless sea. The surface below stayed utterly motionless, mirroring an eternal sky bathed in gentle, sourceless glow.

I held my position at first. My senses confirmed this wasn't ordinary reality.

Yet it felt utterly authentic.

A figure loomed ahead.

A woman.

White robes billowed softly around her, as if stirred by an unseen breeze. Her raven hair cascaded unbound, stark against the surrounding luminescence. Serenity defined her features.

I observed her without stirring.

She broke the quiet.

"So you have finally reached this layer."

Her gentle voice resonated across the vast expanse.

I squinted faintly.

"…Who are you?"

She studied me briefly before replying.

"I am known as Defender Aurora," she said.

My eyes intensified.

Defender Aurora.

The name from my quest.

For a fleeting instant, words escaped me.

Instead, I concentrated.

'How?'

'How was I drawn here?'

No trigger or initiation registered. My grasp of Dream law had advanced—but this…

This felt different.

She detected my inner turmoil.

"I have been watching you," she stated evenly.

"I don't know you," I responded firmly.

A subtle smile graced her lips.

"No," she agreed. "You don't. Not yet. But if you keep advancing like this… you will."

Silence lingered briefly before I spoke.

"You're the one tied to my quest."

"I am."

"And I'm supposed to defeat you."

"Yes."

Her confirmation rang devoid of doubt or feeling.

"You don't seem concerned," I noted.

"That depends," she replied, eyes locked on mine. "Should I be?"

I sidestepped the query.

Instead, "What exactly are you?"

Her stare lingered a beat longer.

"What kind of question is that?" she smiled. "I am a person just like you. I just carry a title which you do not have access to yet."

"That doesn't explain much, Defender Aurora," I said.

"It is not meant to."

A short hush fell between us.

Then she resumed.

"Tell me," her tone subtly altered, "what do you intend to do with your strength?"

My reply didn't come swiftly.

She pressed on.

"You have seized worlds. Devoured their cores, reforged their essence, and bound them to your command. That goes beyond mere need."

Her eyes stayed fixed.

"So I will ask again," she said. "What kind of person are you becoming?"

I met her gaze steadily.

"I'm becoming someone who can protect what is mine," I stated.

"And everything else?" she probed.

"If it stands in my way, I remove it."

She pivoted faintly, scanning the infinite waters.

"The war you approach isn't mere rivalry," she warned. "It's beyond power, dominance, or endurance."

Her tone stayed composed.

"It's about purpose. And figures like you… shape its course."

I held her look and breathed out deliberately.

"When do we fight?"

A soft smile reemerged.

"Soon," she assured. "When the time is right."

Her shape grew translucent.

"This was not the battle," she added. "This was simply… a conversation."

I narrowed my gaze.

"You pulled me here just to talk?"

"I needed to see you," she answered.

Her essence merged into the ambient glow.

"Prepare yourself," her fading voice urged. "Because when we meet again… it will not be like this."

The scene warped.

And as abruptly as my departure—

I returned, perched once more on the asteroid. The illusion field enveloped me unchanged.

After my return, I lingered on the asteroid, staring at the layered laws around Abor, though my mind drifted far from the field itself.

Aurora.

The meeting echoed repeatedly in my thoughts. It hadn't resembled a compelled vision or the structure's backlash. It was intentional. Precise. She'd drawn me into that realm effortlessly, unnoticed by me.

That fact alone heightened the challenge. She showed no unease. None whatsoever.

And that implied one truth.

I wasn't prepared, and she surpassed my expectations in power.

I breathed out steadily. A power disparity existed, yes. No anger stirred within. Gaps could be bridged.

Standing from the asteroid, I eyed the elaborate law patterns anew. The Dream law now coursed effortlessly through my mind, its forms familiar. It yielded to me. It harmonized.

Yet even so…

It fell short.

"Then I'll go further," I whispered to myself.