My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 895 I Want To Smash

Turning back toward the planet, I transmitted a command via our mental link to every one of my summons.

"Capture them. I want information on all three organizations. Lyrate, I'm leaving that to you."

Replies surged back without delay. They comprehended perfectly.

With hands locked behind my back, I floated in place, gazing down at Abor. From such a lofty vantage, the turmoil far below resembled faint waves on a canvas I was determined to flatten.

Next to me, Vivi moved a bit.

"Why are you so angry?" she inquired.

I held my silence for a beat.

"I'm not angry," I finally replied. "I'm… hurt."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she darted right in front of me, hovering near.

"What? Where? Let me see. I can heal you," she urged, scanning my body.

I gave a faint shake of my head.

"Not physically, Vivi," I answered. "My ego."

She cocked her head, utterly puzzled.

"Your ego? Why is your ego hurt?" she pressed, her tiny eyes fixed on mine.

I let out a long breath.

"Because they dared," I declared. "Weaklings. Folks who shouldn't even dream of such a thing… yet they still tried to strike at me."

My eyes dropped downward once more.

"I hate that sensation. It feels all wrong."

Vivi stayed silent briefly, pondering.

Then she dipped her head gradually.

"I think I get it," she murmured. "I'm the mightiest in Vaythos. I embody Vaythos. Yet these frail humans strut around like they rule it all. Sometimes I want to just smash them flat."

She hesitated, then continued gravely,

"But I hold back. Still… their idiocy does twist my mind."

A soft laugh escaped me.

"Fair point," I agreed.

She zipped back and perched on my shoulder anew.

"So what's your plan?" she wondered.

This time, no pause from me.

"I'll hunt them down," I stated. "The plotters behind this. The fools who believed it was smart."

My stare grew sharper.

"Then I'll pummel them until they drop. Afterward, I'll broadcast terror far and wide."

My tone carried zero feeling.

Vivi fidgeted a touch.

"How do you plan to spread the message?" she questioned.

I mulled it over briefly, then dismissed with a head shake.

"Not figured it out yet," I admitted. "But I will."

My sight shifted to the smoldering wreckage of the fleet, still tumbling through the void.

"They'll grasp it upon witnessing."

******

One after another, they materialized at my side. Knight emerged first, slipping from the shadows like he'd lurked there eternally.

"There is something you should know," he stated evenly, though gravely. "An army full of abominations and phantoms lies stationed in another spot. They poised to sneak into Abor, but failed. Current circumstances block them from ripping open a portal."

I inclined my head deliberately, eyes locked on the world beneath.

"So this wasn't a mere hit-and-run," I observed. "They geared up for total conquest."

The realization sparked no extra rage. It sharpened the picture.

Lyrate showed up next, her silver radiance unwavering.

"It's not just three organizations," she reported. "Five altogether. The remaining pair held back their troops so far, but they're here. Every one clustered in a single site, with a massive force amassed."

I swiveled to face her.

"All five… united?"

She confirmed with a nod.

"They're biding their time."

A subtle grin crept across my lips.

"Perfect," I whispered. "That cuts my effort short."

I redirected my focus.

"Where exactly is this spot?"

Ash advanced, as though he'd foreseen the query.

"I possess the coordinates," he announced, beaming them straight via the link.

I regarded him momentarily, then approved with a nod.

"Excellent," I declared. "Time to head there and wrap this up."

No lingering. Amid the vast emptiness, I lifted my hand.

Runes sparked into being.

They materialized sequentially, fanning out in a ring, each snapping firmly into position. The very void reacted as the array expanded, tiers of glyphs fusing and solidifying into a flawless teleportation circle.

Power surged around it. In mere heartbeats, it stood complete.

I advanced to it, halting for an instant.

"Watch over Abor," I instructed the group.

Vivi rose from my shoulder and drifted before me.

"You go show them what's what," she declared, her little voice brimming with bold assurance.

I offered a brief nod. Then strode into the circle.

Space twisted.

And I vanished.

******

In the instant that followed, the fabric of space ripped apart. I emerged from the portal, materializing high above a planet. It took only moments to grasp the scene before me.

This served as the headquarters for those underworld factions. Far tinier than Abor, the planet lay before me. I extended my senses to blanket the whole world.

The surface brimmed with an army.

A colossal force.

Monstrosities, specters, and warriors from diverse races crammed the terrain below, sprawling over urban sprawls and barren expanses. Every resource had been funneled here, building toward an onslaught dwarfing any basic strike.

Knight spoke true without embellishment.

I resolved to launch my assault by sealing their retreat options first. With a faint hand gesture, I channeled my profound space law, clamping down the void encircling the planet.

Advancing a step, I blinked away and rematerialized straight into their central stronghold—or whatever nexus held their amassed troops.

My arrival alone sparked uproar. Thousands of fighters snapped toward me in a flash.

Space warped as I denied them any response, freezing the lot solid. Not one stirred from their spots.

Five silhouettes towered in front. The chiefs. Peak Transcendent all, clustered near level 470.

I advanced at a measured pace.

"My name is Billion Ironhart," I declared, voice even yet resounding over the full city. "And I suppose you already know who I am."

One more step, eyes scanning the five.

"Then tell me," I went on, tone level and chatty, "what made you think it was a good idea to attack me… after knowing I wiped out the entire Hollow Star?"

Silence gripped for a fleeting moment. Then the five sprang as one. Small ebony tokens emerged, crushed in their fists. They burst into powdery black grit that swirled around them at once, weaving a churning barrier pulsing with might. Spatial essence radiated from it unmistakably.

Teleportation.

Desperate flight. The grit grew dense, cloaking them, straining to drag them from this domain—yet nothing stirred. Nearby void shivered once. Then fell calm. Faces twisted in shock. Grit spun faster, pressing with more fury, but failure persisted. My sealed space ignored their pleas.

No escape.

Plain to behold.

The terror.

It slunk into their stares bit by bit, ousting the swagger they'd borne. Ready they'd come, cocksure in hordes, strategies, fallback tricks.

Now utterly futile.

Their vast army lingered behind, iced immobile, barred from action or aid, doomed to witness.

One gulped thickly, inching ahead, voice trembling through gritted control.

"Mr. Billion… we can talk," he rushed out. "We made a mistake."