My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 896 True Destruction

'A mistake?' This only fueled my fury even more. I charged forward.

The initial attacker, a Naga, scarcely managed to lift his arm before my punch smashed into his face. The blow shattered his skull, hurling him backward across the terrain, ripping through buildings until he crashed far away.

I had no need to pursue.

The next foe reacted swiftly, attempting to summon his domain, yet I struck before it could form. In a flash, I stood before him, seizing his throat to choke off his air and power. Effortlessly, I hoisted his body aloft, then plunged him downward into the earth. The collision fractured the surface around us, fissures radiating outward while his frame took the brunt of the blow.

"You thought attacking me was wise?" I growled softly, yanking him up once more and smashing him down with greater force. He was a Feran, tough and resilient, but insufficiently so. Beneath my grasp, I sensed his form fracturing. Before any recovery attempt, my fist plunged into his chest, splintering bones and shredding flesh as blood erupted. His body slackened right away, and I flung him aside like mere trash.

The third assailant lunged in panic, striking out before terror fully gripped him. I advanced to intercept midway, denying him any buildup of speed. My punch struck his face, jerking his head aside, chased by a torso blow that breached his guards. Every strike hit solidly and powerfully, dismantling him bit by bit amid his futile resistance. I grabbed his swinging arm, wrenched it sharply, and ripped it from his torso. His cry rang out momentarily before I crushed it by pounding him repeatedly into the dirt until he ceased all response.

The fourth tried to escape.

He barely took two steps.

Suddenly, I materialized in his path, blocking him utterly. "No," I murmured as my fingers clamped his skull. With savage power, I hammered him into the ground, carving a wide pit below. I kept going, heaving him up and crashing him down repeatedly, each blow fiercer, until no trace of life remained in his mangled remains.

The final one stayed frozen. Terror had pinned him in place.

Slowly, I approached, my footsteps resounding softly over the ruined landscape. His lips parted as if to plead, justify, or utter any plea for mercy.

I refused him that opportunity.

My fist rammed into his gut, the power launching him airborne while he exhaled a ragged wheeze. I suspended him briefly, letting realization dawn, then unleashed a full-force slam downward.

The crash reverberated through the whole city.

Silence followed. Amid the wreckage, I stood encircled by a motionless army, thousands of gazes locked on me, compelled to behold the entire brutal display.

I allowed the quiet to linger a bit longer before acting anew.

With my senses scanning the paralyzed forces below, I gestured, summoning hundreds of the mightiest among them.

Their forms ascended involuntarily, as though the surrounding void itself rebelled against them. They resisted, some straining to escape, others baffled by the event, but resistance proved pointless.

My selection was final.

They ascended further, quivering as they were hauled through the sky toward my position.

"These will serve," I stated softly.

"You'll prove useful," I added.

Their stares fixed upon me—some blazing with rage, most brimming with dread.

"Ships exist on this world," I went on. "Stationed at docks. Board them, depart the planet, and obey my commands."

One attempted speech, but a subtle hand motion silenced him.

"I'll observe everything," I warned. "Don't dare challenge it."

That sufficed. I freed their bonds.

Without delay, they plummeted—one after another, then en masse—toward the capital's scattered landing areas. Soon, engines across numerous vessels roared to life.

I observed.

In total, twenty-three ships.

Three stood enormous, dwarfing the others as evident command ships. The rest were lesser in size yet able to transport vast crews.

They launched skyward, piercing the atmosphere into the void beyond.

In sync, I teleported beyond the planet, placing myself at the forefront of their trajectory.

My voice then broadcasted, infiltrating every vessel simultaneously.

"Stop."

The armada froze at once.

"Turn around," I pressed on. "Record what you are about to witness."

Hesitation radiated from them. Perhaps they considered fleeing, yet in the end, they obeyed. Ship by ship, they pivoted, engines humming to life as they turned back toward the planet they had fled. I floated silently, eyes fixed on the tiny world below.

Slowly, I lifted my hand, and the silver radiance flared anew as I invoked my Saint body.

Stepping forward, I whispered, "Absolute Destruction."

The silver light gathered in my fist again, intensely thicker than prior, squeezed to such density that surrounding space warped. Pressure surged fast, the vacuum trembling as the power crested.

Then I unleashed it.

Like a fledgling comet, the blast streaked ahead, shredding the void along a direct, unyielding path to the planet. Trailing it came that bizarre wail, a drawn-out shriek, as though space tore apart to clear its route.

In a blink, it struck the atmosphere.

The instant it grazed the upper reaches, the heavens erupted in flames.

Clouds evaporated instantly, the full atmospheric layer splitting wide as the assault plunged earthward. A searing scar blazed across the sky, a pure white-silver path of annihilation slicing through all without halt.

The capital loomed below. Straight into the city's core it plunged.

Upon impact, the entire capital erased itself.

No blast outward, no explosive wave. The strike obliterated all in its wake, boring downward relentlessly. Buildings, barriers, fortified earth—all vanished as it pierced the crust and drove onward.

Into the planet.

Through strata of rock and ore.

Through dense crust and molten mantle.

Deeper it delved, fiercer grew the backlash. The world pushed back, forces compressing along the ruin's trail, but it availed nothing. The assault neither slowed, nor faded, nor scattered.

It pierced the core. And rent it asunder.

For the briefest instant, the planet endured.

Then equilibrium shattered.

BOOM!

The blast erupted from the planet's far side in a savage outburst, emerging with matching fury, carving a pristine, fiery conduit straight through the globe.

That marked the onset of spreading ruin.

Fissures spiderwebbed the surface, radiating from the capital in every direction. They widened swiftly, rending continents, ripping seas apart, unraveling the bonds holding the world intact.

The core caved in.

Power burst from the depths.

At last, the planet succumbed.

BOOM!

It exploded in a ferocious cascade. Vast chunks fractured free, whole continents wrenching apart as inner forces detonated. Flames, liquefied shards, and rubble hurled into the cosmos every which way, the planet's remnants flung into the abyss.

Calmly, I extended my hand.

A shield snapped into existence. A robust Essence barrier swelled outward, encasing me and the fleet at my back. Wreckage hammered it with colossal might, torrents of devastation pounding relentlessly, yet nothing penetrated.

I stayed put, observing the planet's final throes.

Until nothing remained.