My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 893 Under Attack

Silence now blanketed the battlefield, long cleared of conflict.

We three lingered apart from the rest, stationed at the fringe of the desolate zone where the rift had previously torn open. The surrounding void hung unnaturally serene here, far too peaceful in the aftermath of the chaos.

My gaze shifted to Xeron.

"We're not stopping here," I declared.

He pivoted a bit, face already grave.

"I want you to start preparing your forces," I pressed on. "Not just for defense. I want intelligence, scouting, everything you have. We are going to start hitting the major Grade 4 rifts as well."

That sparked a response.

Xeron's eyebrows knit together faintly.

"Grade 4 rifts?" he questioned. "Why push for that now? We've just stabilized the Grade 3 level. Most would consolidate after something like this."

I shook my head firmly.

"I don't have that luxury."

He stayed silent.

"Before I enter the Crimson Zone," I explained, "I need to make sure that our side is as stable as possible. If I get delayed in there… or worse, if I'm not able to come out quickly, then I don't want the rest of the galaxy collapsing in my absence. Since by closing the grade 4 rifts, I am sure our galaxy will be on the Eternals radar."

"I want our galaxy to be capable of handling things when all the powerful leaders are not present."

Xeron met my eyes briefly before nodding deliberately.

"That makes sense," he acknowledged. "If we are going to push into all Grade 4, we will need proper coordination. I will begin preparations immediately."

Azalea edged closer beside him, her face pensive.

"If we are planning to escalate like this," she proposed, "then why not involve the other races directly?"

We both turned to her.

"We should call a meeting," she added. "Bring in representatives from the major races. If we're going to start clearing higher-level rifts, it's better if everyone is aligned instead of acting separately. It will increase efficiency."

I pondered it briefly.

Then I nodded.

"That's a good suggestion."

A glint passed through her eyes.

"Go ahead and arrange it," I instructed. "You can take the lead on this."

Azalea nodded curtly.

"I'll handle it," she assured.

Xeron glanced from me to her, then nodded sharply too.

"That will help," he noted. "If we can unify the response across races, it changes everything. We will be much faster as well."

The course forward stood evident.

"I'll leave this to you two," I went on. "Let me know once the meeting is ready."

Xeron drew himself up and flashed a grin.

"It will be done, kid. I am excited to actually see this plan come to fruition."

Azalea cast me a final glance, then offered a subtle smile.

"Try not to disappear before that," she remarked.

I chuckled softly.

"No promises."

With those words, we parted ways, as Xeron, Azalea, and several commanders departed.

*****

We gathered in the central command chamber of the spaceship, which I had seized from the Naga forces without a word. The vessel glided smoothly through the void, bound for the relay base.

The air inside felt composed, yet thoughts weighed heavy on everyone.

North broke the quiet first.

"So you're planning to hit all the rifts?" she inquired, eyes fixed on me.

I nodded.

"Yes," I confirmed. "All of them."

I rested lightly against the console.

"As I already told you, I don't know what the Crimson Zone really is. I don't know how long I'll be there, or what might happen once I enter it. So before that, I want everything here to be stable."

My eyes swept over each of them.

"And not just the Grade 4 rifts," I added. "We remove the traitor organizations as well. Completely. After that, we send high-level forces across the galaxy, every world, every sector and clean up whatever remains. Abominations, phantoms… anything left behind."

A hush descended.

They grasped my intent fully. Ash shattered the stillness.

"That's not going to be easy," he stated evenly. "Covering the entire galaxy will take time. There are too many worlds, too many sectors. Even with our current strength, this isn't something that can be done quickly."

I shrugged indifferently.

"I know," I replied. "And I don't care."

I shoved away from the console and paced leisurely around the chamber.

"This needs to be done," I emphasized. "Not because it's easy, but because it's necessary. And I do have a plan."

That seized their complete focus.

"First," I outlined, "all of you need to cross the Saint threshold. Just like Lyrate did."

My stare roamed over them.

"She showed us it's possible. Which means it's not something out of reach anymore."

I pressed forward.

"Second… I don't want to handle everything myself."

Surprise flickered in their eyes.

"It's time we formalize things," I declared. "The Order of Absolute isn't just a name anymore. It needs structure. Each of you will take responsibility. You will lead forces, take charge of different sections of the galaxy, and carry out operations independently."

I halted and faced them squarely.

"You won't just be fighters anymore. You'll be leaders. So let's think of the position that you are going to handle. There will be no vice leaders and that decision is not up for debate."

Aurora and Lyrate tsked in unison but held their tongues.

I continued pacing.

"We also need to understand something clearly," I stressed. "Our galaxy is mid-level. Right now, we're not their main focus. The Eternals are busy elsewhere, dealing with bigger threats."

I wheeled around to face them again.

"But that will change. After what we just did, after removing all Grade 3 rifts and preparing to hit Grade 4, they will notice us. And before that happens….we hit first, fast and hard."

"I have a fight coming up for my quest," I told my summons. "I'll be going into seclusion to prepare for it. During that time, I want all of you to cross the Saint threshold."

My eyes dwelled on them momentarily before turning to North and Steve.

"As for you two," I specified, "your goal is simple. Reach level 499."

Steve stood taller and nodded promptly. "Yes, captain."

North offered a gentle smile. I snapped my fingers sharply.

"Good," I concluded. "Then we have a clear plan. Now we focus on executing it."

Quiet settled over the room thereafter. Minutes passed before the ship dropped out of its jump and docked at the relay base.

Yet as we emerged, an unease gripped the air.

Movement buzzed all around.

Soldiers dashed down hallways, orders rang out, teleportation gates flickered to life sequentially as squads deployed in haste. The base's typical discipline had morphed into organized frenzy.

I creased my brow.

"Something's wrong," I murmured.

I surged ahead without pause, blinking out of sight to rematerialize atop the asteroid base. Knight materialized from the shadows right beside me.

The exterior chaos mirrored the interior.

Even more troops, frantic motion, heightened tension.

The sentry by the primary teleportation gate spotted me and snapped to attention with a salute.

"Lord Billion," he reported, voice wavering, "we have been trying to reach you."

"What happened?" I demanded curtly.

He gulped hard.

"Abor… is under attack."

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