My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 880 Hecom Rift

By dawn of the next day, all preparations stood complete.

We gathered on a vast platform right beyond the capital, beneath a tranquil, cloudless sky filled with thick Essence. Steve and North flanked me closely. The three of us donned black robes of the Order of Absolute, emblems positioned proudly over our chests.

I breathed out steadily, then raised my hand.

Crimson rings blazed into being around me. They sparked one by one, radiating a profound red glow before settling steady. Figures started emerging from inside them.

My summons.

Within moments, they assembled fully, arranging in a scattered ring encircling us.

I regarded them all.

"I hope everyone is well rested," I said calmly. "Because we're not going for a walk."

Knight advanced a step, his typical serene face unaltered.

"Well," he said, "I was planning to take it easy today, but I suppose saving the galaxy will have to fit into the schedule."

Steve chuckled briefly.

"Really?" he said. "That's what you came up with?"

Knight gave a casual shrug.

"I had a better one," he replied. "But I didn't think you'd survive it."

Even North cracked a subtle smile.

I shook my head a bit.

"Alright, that's enough," I said. "Let's move."

With those words, I strode ahead.

Space twisted sharply.

The next moment, we all faded from the platform and materialized at Base 27.

Upon reaching Base 27, Xeron awaited us outside the teleportation circle, as though he'd been there for some time. He wasn't solitary this time.

Azalea positioned herself next to him.

"Right on time," Xeron remarked, eyeing us. "Impressive. I thought you might take longer."

"Couldn't afford to," I replied with a slight smile. "Excitement has its own way of speeding things up."

My eyes flicked momentarily to Azalea, offering a brief nod.

She advanced accordingly.

"We meet again, Lord Billion," she said, voice steady.

Before my reply, Steve bent forward a touch, narrowing his eyes at her briefly until realization dawned.

"Wait… Azalea?" he said. "Is that actually you?"

North's face changed too, revealing a trace of astonishment.

Azalea faced them, her stern demeanor easing for an instant.

"It's been a while," she said.

Steve released a quick breath, blending amusement and admiration.

"You've changed," he said. "Last time we met, you weren't… this strong."

North dipped his head in accord, examining her intently.

Azalea offered a faint smile.

"And yet," she said, "both of you have already gone beyond me."

No resentment colored her words.

"Upper Transcendent already," she continued, glancing between them. "Looks like I'm the one trying to catch up now."

Steve rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, well… we had some unfair advantages," he said.

"It's good to see you again," North said.

Azalea nodded sharply.

"You too."

Xeron's eyes swept the assembly, pausing momentarily on my summons before fixing on me.

"Is this all the force you're bringing?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "This will be enough."

He appraised me briefly, then shrugged lightly.

"If you say so."

Saying no more, he pivoted and started walking. I matched his pace alongside, the rest trailing us.

"Four of our elders are already stationed at the rift we're heading to," Xeron explained as we proceeded. "Another four are tied up at the second Grade 3 rift. Between the two, nearly thirty percent of our total force is occupied."

A subdued gravity laced his tone now. He shot me a quick look before pressing on.

"Given your presence… and the fact that you've somehow stepped into the domain of a World Lord, we believe our chances this time are significantly better."

He halted briefly.

"We will be shifting from defense to offense," he added. "There will be losses. That much is unavoidable. But if this works… those losses will be temporary. Ending the rift permanently will change everything."

I nodded firmly.

"I understand," I said. "You don't need to worry about me, Xeron. Once I step into that rift, I'm not leaving until it's closed."

He met my eyes steadily, then nodded decisively.

"I believe you."

We halted.

His craft loomed before us. Without delay, we boarded.

The inside reshaped swiftly, fitting us all comfortably. As the final person entered, the vessel sealed shut, rising and surging ahead in mere heartbeats.

Space cleaved apart around it.

We plunged into the void.

Stars elongated into streaks as the craft sped up, slicing through the cosmos toward a remote region.

Toward the Grade 3 rift, dubbed the Hecom Rift by the Nagas. The instant the craft exited the space jump, the scene forward transformed utterly.

What confronted us wasn't a mere battlefield.

It proved far grimmer.

Space appeared ripped apart.

The rift spanned broad across the emptiness like an unhealing gash. Hues swirled endlessly over it, merging chaotically as if reality wavered there.

From that gash protruded black crystalline spikes.

They towered immensely. Each resembled a spike hammered into the fabric of space, forcibly prying the rift wider. Their scale defied comprehension. Even from afar, they overshadowed all nearby. Against them, we amounted to mere specks in the vacuum.

Around those spikes, foes massed above.

Phantoms vented deathmist freely into the void. Abominations slithered among them, hulking, warped forms throbbing with volatile power. Deeper in, nearer the spikes, another presence pulsed.

The elite Eternal legions. Two full ones.

Amid this chaos, the battlefield churned constantly.

Shards of space drifted everywhere. Some mimicked shattered terrain chunks, others resembled warping orbs that bent views beyond. They wandered aimlessly, shifting unpredictably. Occasionally, one would shudder, unleashing a surge of enemies into the fray.

It lacked a stable field of battle.

It breathed with life.

Then my sight turned to the opposing flank.

The Nagas.

Their array differed vastly.

Rather than rigid formations, their forces flowed as one living entity. Enormous serpent-like structures wove through their lines, encircling soldier clusters and ferrying them over the turmoil. As they maneuvered, surrounding space solidified, bolstering their front against the madness beyond.

At four remote spots, their power registered.

The elders.

Each dominated a battlefield segment, their auras stabilizing the area nearby. Wherever they anchored, space grew steadier, more resilient, defying the rift's drag.

I lingered there, absorbing the spectacle.

Then a faint smile curved my lips.

"Yeah…" I murmured. "This looks fun."