My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 874 Arrival At Kaalseris

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Previously on My Talent's Name Is Generator...
The protagonist engaged Primus in detailed planning for the Order of Absolute, rejecting origin-based cities in favor of an elite Order of Absolute Academy for Masters and above, built within a focused training city. They outlined resource strategies through rift clearances, paid services to other races, and selective infrastructure like major teleport nodes, while addressing base stagnation. Concluding the talks, the protagonist teleported to a relay base near Naga territory and surged toward their headquarters on Kaalseris at blinding speeds.

Endless void sprawled ahead of me. My sight had expanded immensely, revealing fine details far beyond the solar system I occupied. My awareness reached out so extensively that it could effortlessly swallow an entire planet.

My form rocketed ahead, the silver radiance enveloping me growing richer as I cast off every limitation. This was unbridled velocity, sheer bodily might driven to its utmost. Space cracked subtly in my trajectory, slender fissures emerging and fading behind me while I shredded through the emptiness like a comet come alive.

Asteroids floated in front, enormous rock formations that once demanded dodging or maneuvering.

I ignored both.

I pierced right through them.

The initial one exploded upon collision, crumbling in an instant as my body bored through its heart. Fragments flew outward, pulverized to powder and shards before I surged past. The rest met identical ends as I pressed on undeviating, abandoning a path of ruin that melted into the quiet trailing me.

Distance ceased to matter.

Stars slid across my view as I arced with their gravity's tug, harnessing rather than fighting it to boost my pace. I skimmed near enough to sense their scorching heat, their colossal pressure warping around me while I altered course with ease.

Eventually, a colossal gas giant rose before me, its gigantic bulk churning with ferocious tempests and thick atmospheric bands.

A grin crossed my lips, and I refused to detour.

I dove straight in.

My form plunged into the raging atmosphere, the crushing force and chaos crumbling before shredding under my momentum. Gas layers split ferociously, a fleeting corridor etched across the world itself as I traversed it in seconds, bursting out opposite unscathed in velocity.

Through the void I pressed onward.

At last, the system housing the Naga homeworld Kaalseris came into sight. Even afar, it distinguished itself. No ordinary stellar arrangement was this.

A lone star blazed at the system's heart.

Just four planets orbited it.

A lone star blazed at the system's heart.

Just four planets orbited it.

Unlike typical systems with worlds flung across remote paths, these four huddled in tight formation, orbits aligned with uncanny exactness, as though placed by design instead of cosmic chance. From afar, they seemed almost linearly arrayed against the star, their motions harmonized in a manner screaming artificial order.

Encircling the core system beyond lay an expansive asteroid field.

Far from natural debris.

I sensed it clearly.

A barrier.

It spanned the field, faint but colossal, integrated into the asteroids' fabric. Ingrained defensive runes pulsed throughout, armaments concealed amid tumbling stones. Amid them, I detected anchored installations, crewed and vigilant, each linking into a grand sentinel web watching all system intruders.

Proximity sharpened the truth. The whole system formed an impregnable bastion.

The outer defense sprang to life at once.

Sensing runes fixed on me, their probes fanning out to probe the intruder ripping toward them through space. Runes flared on numerous outposts, guard arrays realigning in readiness.

I refused to decelerate. Through the outer line I blasted.

Seals triggered, thick veils of containment and space-warping intended to divert or ensnare breachers.

Yet they crumbled before my impetus. My form rent the obstruction, its framework imploding at the breach point before futilely reforming in my aftermath.

Alerts rippled outward.

System-wide, installations flared sequentially. Towering weapon batteries swiveled to bear, Essence conduits charging as armaments primed.

The next tier mobilized.

Essence barriers materialized ahead, forged as gigantic Essence serpents twisting through the black to block me.

I held my course and smashed into the lead one.

It detonated on contact, incapable of resisting. The trailing ones shattered likewise beneath identical onslaught as I barreled ahead relentlessly.

The system accelerated its response.

All defenses mobilized.

Arrays constricted. Routes sealed. The fabric of space warped, striving to hinder or shunt me from the nucleus.

But I had already overtaken them.

In the core—

The world unveiled.

Kaalseris.

Vaster than Vaythos by far. Greens, blues, and browns speckled its terrain.

A silver sheen cloaked it, not mere shielding but a multifaceted bulwark of staggering intricacy. Continent-spanning runes drifted lazily over its skin, weaving patterns both protective and vital. The planet throbbed with might.

A sovereign seat.

As I neared, space ahead of the world rippled. From the silver veil, a presence coalesced.

First mere glow. Then contours. Then essence.

A titanic serpent manifested.

Planet-sized in girth, it wound languidly in the vacuum upon full summons. No mortal coil but solidified Essence, shimmering with matching silver luster to the worldshield aft.

The serpent's gaze ignited, pinning me.

I braked at last, halting shy of its strike range to confront it squarely.

Its enormous bulk overshadowed me, blotting swathes of void, while I appeared a mere speck adrift. Despite the staggering size gulf, one trait bound us: identical silver glow pulsed over both our shapes, unwavering and total.

The serpent's stare held fast as its cavernous maw cracked open. Its words bypassed vacuum, booming through the void raw and authoritative.

"Who is the esteemed World Lord who has chosen to visit Kaalseris?"

A World Lord.

Honorific for Saints transcending mortality.

"Billion Ironhart," I answered steadily, holding its eyes unflinchingly. "From the Order of Absolute."

Silence reigned momentarily.

Then the aura altered.

"Ironhart…" the tone resounded anew, laced differently. "Lord Ironhart. Our apologies for not recognizing you immediately."

The gigantic serpent unraveled, its behemoth frame dissolving into silver Essence rivulets streaming planetward. Kaalseris's enveloping shield softened then evaporated, runes dimming as safeguards powered down.

Replacing it—

Three silhouettes floated in the vacuum.

Xeron flanked by two fellow Nagas.

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