My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 892 Galaxy Defender

I let out a slow breath while surveying the aftermath. No question remained. Her strike had surpassed mine in power. My gaze shifted to her. She avoided looking my way, yet she grasped it fully.

A faint smile tugged at my lips.

Then I pivoted.

"Finish them," I commanded.

That single order sufficed.

My summons charged ahead.

No opposition stood this time, and since we sealed the rift so swiftly, no reinforcements could arrive to aid them.

Ragnar barreled into the fray like a plummeting peak, his blows shattering whole swathes of the legion per impact. Silver swooped down from the skies, shredding arrays with his wings and flinging foes throughout the void. Ash's binding runes expanded over the field, reducing clusters of enemies to oblivion.

Aurora once more engulfed her zone in a tempest of thunder, yet now it raged fiercer. The void itself wailed beneath the relentless barrage, every element in her reach vaporizing on contact.

Steve sliced through like a knife gliding in liquid, felling all in his route without pause, as North and Knight picked off leaders and command nodes sequentially, breaking down the scant order left.

Lyrate advanced. And eradicated the remainder.

Her domain unfurled anew, and all it grazed withered away and mutated, hordes of Eternals converting to lingering demise.

No fight persisted. Only annihilation lingered. Millions perished. None received an opportunity to retaliate.

The Naga forces held position.

They hovered in the void, observing the spectacle ahead as the conflict morphed into sheer devastation. Black ichor from Eternals and horrors dispersed widely, floating in languid streams, tainting the surrounding space while enemy waves vanished one by one.

Not one Naga needed to wield a blade. We handled it all.

Scanning their lines, their faces revealed everything plainly. Shock gripped them, profound and undeniable, the sort born from surpassing all forecasts. Yet underneath lurked another emotion.

Fear.

Not toward the Eternals, but us.

I eased back a bit, eyeing the ongoing ruin as the legion's final scraps were purged from being. And amid it all, a sensation rooted inside me.

Satisfaction and pride.

This marked the necessity. Beyond mere power, utter supremacy. The type allowing no defiance, no rebound. To genuinely confront the Eternals… to eventually face Theras…

This was merely the start.

A alert materialized before me.

[Merit Points: 230M]

I blinked, startled.

This breach yielded even more than the previous. I anticipated growth, but not to this extent. Before absorbing it fully, yet another alert surfaced.

[Congratulations on playing a pivotal role in helping your galaxy eliminate all active Grade 3 rifts.]

[Title Unlocked: Guardian of the Galaxy]

[Guardian of the Galaxy: Grants authority to hold a seat in the Council and provides access to restricted items in the Merit Shop.]

A subtle smile curved my mouth.

But it persisted. One more alert chased right after.

[Achievement Unlocked: Lord Supreme]

[Lord Supreme: Unlocking Guardian of the Galaxy title before reaching Saint Rank.]

[Effect: +10% to all stats.]

The boost hit me right away.

A rush coursed through my frame as all attributes rose simultaneously. Ten percent seemed modest, but at my stage, it proved enormous. Almost a thousand points surged into each stat instantly.

My sinews tensed. My senses honed. Command over Essence grew purer, steadier.

"...Now that's useful," I murmured.

Yet another alert popped up.

[Role Unlocked: Galaxy Defender]

[Galaxy Defender: You have been added to the System's list of Galaxy Defenders. Any threat deemed to have galaxy-level impact within the Blue Spiral will be directed to you first. Special quests may be assigned accordingly.]

I gazed at it briefly.

Then grinned.

I suspected this mirrored Defender Aurora's position. It aligned too precisely otherwise. Still, no one in this galaxy bore that distinction, to my knowledge.

Indicating she likely hailed from elsewhere. Before delving deeper, another alert emerged.

[Good work, Executor. See you soon :)]

I blinked.

'What?'

The notion echoed louder than planned in my thoughts.

See me?

The System?

Did it hint at an actual encounter? Such a notion had never occurred to me. The System always loomed remote, supreme and unreachable. Conceiving it could… engage thus, face-to-face and immediate, caught me off guard.

Thoroughly off guard.

"Billion… Billion?"

North's call snapped me from reverie.

I glanced over, spotting her inching nearer, face alight with intrigue as she examined me.

"What are you thinking about?" she inquired.

"Nothing," I answered, giving a light head shake. "Just checking my status."

She dipped her head, though doubt lingered in her eyes.

11:30

"Everyone is waiting for you," she noted, nodding backward.

I traced her look.

The Naga troops had reformed.

They arrayed now, far tidier than prior, their prior astonishment yielding to rigid order. Xeron led upfront, Azalea at his side, with endless soldier ranks trailing, all rigid in stance.

I drew a deep breath, then faced them squarely. Adjusting posture, I cleared my voice and spoke.

"Before anything else," I declared, "I want to acknowledge something that cannot be overlooked. For years… for far longer than most of us standing here have even been aware of this war, you have been fighting," I pressed on. "You have stood at the front, holding the line against an enemy that does not tire, does not negotiate, and does not stop."

My sight swept their formation.

"You have lost your people. Your kin. Your soldiers. Entire generations that chose to stand and fight instead of stepping back. And yet… you did not fall back."

I offered a brief nod.

"It is because of that resistance, because of your refusal to give in, that this galaxy still stands today. Every world that still exists, every race that still breathes… owes something to what you have endured."

I held for a beat.

"So for that… I thank you warriors of the Naga race."

Sincerity filled my voice. I held that conviction true. The Naga had steered our galaxy so long without surrender.

Then my look hardened faintly.

"But do not mistake what we did today for victory. This invasion is not over. What we destroyed here were two Grade 3 rifts. That is all. The Eternals are still out there. Their forces still exist. Their supporters, those who betray our own kind, still move in the shadows."

"And as long as even one of them remains… this war is not finished."

My stare intensified.

"There is no peace waiting for us yet. No celebration. No rest. What we are dealing with is not just an enemy. It is a disease. A cancer that spreads, consumes, and corrupts everything it touches. And cancer is not something you push back. You remove it completely."

A hushed fervor rippled through them.

"So do not relax. Do not lower your guard because of what happened today. If anything, this is the moment to push harder. To fight with more purpose, more clarity, and more resolve than ever before."

I regarded each in turn.

"Because the end of this war will not come from a single battle. It will come when there is nothing left of them."

"And when that day comes…" I added, smile emerging faintly, "then we can call it victory."

I permitted quiet to linger briefly before closing.

"Until then… we keep moving forward."