My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 898 The Spreading Fire

I returned to my training chamber. Darkness blanketed the island as night arrived, its peace clashing fiercely with the day's wild events. My summons had come back from their hunt, and through our bond, I sensed none of them had restrained themselves.

The proclamation I'd ordered Primus to circulate was already racing through the galaxy.

Annihilating a whole planet wasn't an event anyone overlooked. Nor did they doubt it. They witnessed it, grasped its meaning, and etched it into memory.

Together with that, the Order of Absolute's name spread. I remained solitary at the room's heart, surrounded by utter quiet, my thoughts gradually calming after the day's upheavals.

More tasks awaited.

Amun's demands were straightforward.

Level 5 major laws.

Each of mine lingered at Level 4. And entering the Crimson Zone meant I couldn't enter underprepared.

Pushing them ahead was essential. I settled into a cross-legged position, my breath easing into a natural rhythm. My eyelids shut, the outer world dissolved, and my attention shifted inside.

First came the Major Law of Elemental Convergence.

As soon as I grasped it, the well-known essence of my laws emerged in my consciousness. Flows of fire, lightning, ice, and various elemental powers started manifesting, each unique, each bearing its distinct character.

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[Outside in the Blue Spiral Galaxy]

The news raced without delay.

It swept through the Blue Spiral like an unstoppable surge.

Starting with the Nagas.

Upon Kaalseris, the recording reached instantly and went directly to the central hall. Elders assembled swiftly, faces grave as the hologram appeared in the chamber's midst. It depicted the void, the immobilized fleet, and then me, positioned solo before a planet.

Silence reigned.

They observed my hand lifting, the silver glow amassing, and the assault ripping across space into the planet. The view tracked the blow piercing the atmosphere, boring into the crust, and disappearing into the core. Then it erupted from the opposite side, shattering the planet from inside.

The hall's hush grew profound.

Even Xena, seldom moved by events, stayed motionless, gaze locked on the devastation playing out.

Once the recording concluded, words didn't come right away.

Xeron broke the quiet with a slow breath.

"This…" he murmured, "this goes beyond mere power."

An elder agreed with a nod.

"This screams dominance," she declared. "He's proclaiming a new King has taken the throne."

A fresh World Lord had ascended.

Unlike any they'd encountered prior.

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Reactions on the Feran world differed sharply.

The footage played in a grand war hall. Commanders, generals, and top warriors crowded before the display, initial looks keen and assured.

Power wasn't new to them. They'd confronted it head-on.

Murmurs rose as the recording started—some analyzed the method, others gauged the assault's magnitude, a handful even called it overstated.

Yet as it progressed, those sounds died. When the silver blast invaded the planet and ripped through, a change rippled.

By the planet's fragmentation, the hall fell deathly still.

No words, no motion.

The projection faded, imprinting the scene forever.

A Feran general advanced deliberately, stare glued to the vanished image.

"…That surpasses us. We can't face him." he whispered.

No rebuttals came. For Ferans, such admission was rare—they thrived on pride, might, and the conviction no foe lay beyond reach.

But this transcended that.

An elder interjected from nearby.

"How soon for Griffon's reinforcements?"

The query shattered the quiet.

"Imminently," came the answer. "Word has reached them. Arrival fits the timeline."

The general inclined his head deliberately.

"We stay low until then," he commanded. "Avoid direct clashes. Minimize risks."

Another chimed in,

"Should he strike before their arrival… we won't endure."

Denial was absent. Tension thickened the air. Their battle-hardened eyes recognized the threat—no longer a direct rival, but a being leagues above.

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Remote from great powers, concealed far underground on an obscure planet, another sort of assembly unfolded.

Darkness shrouded the cavern, dug deep under thick layers of stone and shored up with rough frameworks. Faint glows flickered through the room, hardly sufficient to outline the gathered figures. These weren't from a single species. Rather, a varied bunch, entities who picked the dark path, former partners of Hollow Star now lurking in secrecy, awaiting their chance to surge back.

The footage ran in the middle.

Not a word escaped anyone.

They observed the events play out. Then the planet shattered. Total silence gripped the chamber.

The devastation unfolded entirely, the globe crumbling from inside, ripping apart until only scattered debris floated in the emptiness.

Once the footage stopped, nobody stirred.

The quiet dragged on. It stemmed from terror.

Finally, one broke the hush, his tone hushed and shaky.

"…That was him?"

Another gave a slow nod.

"Yes."

A third edged back a bit, as though more space from the hologram might aid.

"We were planning to target his organization," he stated. "If he turns his attention here…"

He trailed off. Everyone grasped the implication.

A sharper voice sliced the stillness this time.

"No."

All gazes shifted to him.

"We are not touching them," he declared firmly. "Not now. Not later. He is a freaking world lord. If we go after them then I only see death for us."

No one there contested it.

"We go dark," another suggested. "No operations tied to the Order of Absolute."

"What about the Eternals?" one queried timidly. "If they issue commands—"

"They can issue whatever the hell they want," the response came. "We are not answering."

That sealed it.

The choice came swift for their survival. They'd witnessed plenty to grasp the magnitude of their foe. This wasn't a rival to scheme against or control. This was a being who wiped out whole planets without pause.

And should his focus swing their way, nothing would survive.

"Disappear," the earlier speaker commanded. "Lets scatter and stay hidden. No signals, no contact unless absolutely necessary."

One after another, they departed, the room clearing as rapidly as it had gathered.

Terror propelled them.

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Remote from the great races, on the commerce planet Shenzhou, the response hit instantly.

The footage raced through public feeds, shown on huge displays in bustling markets, docks, and assembly spots. Merchants, wanderers, hired fighters, and common folk halted their tasks as the video started.

Initially, it resembled a standard fight record. A silhouette hovered in orbit before a world.

Then the strike landed.

Crowds leaned closer, hooked as the silver flash ripped across space. Upon piercing the air, the recorded sky blazed, and whispers rippled out. As it slammed groundward and burrowed in, bewilderment shifted to hush.

Then the planet started fracturing.

Gasps echoed everywhere. Some retreated.

Others gawked, transfixed while the ruin progressed fully.

When the blast erupted and the globe burst into shards, the response grew loud. Shouts rose, incredulity spreading as folks grappled with the sight.

"That… that's real?"

"He destroyed the whole planet…"

"Who is that?"

The query raced far. Soon the reply emerged. The identity flashed with the video, echoed on feeds, voiced by many, transmitted via grids and chats.

Billion Ironhart.

Leader of the Order of Absolute.

Then another term followed, propagating equally fast.

A new World Lord.

It passed from individual to individual, screen to talk, skepticism to conviction.

And soon, the whole galaxy learned. Even the distant realm of Vaythos recognized their protector bore a fresh title.