My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 960 Into The City

Before venturing forth toward the city, I paused at the fringe of the treeline, granting myself a moment to rest. Entering into a larger confrontation without adequate preparation would be an unnecessary error.

Instead of proceeding immediately, I reopened the system interface, directing my attention to a section I had yet to thoroughly examine: Armaments.

The interface unfurled gracefully, presenting rows of options that branched into numerous variations. Blades, polearms, projectiles, heavier armaments – each item was meticulously listed with its rank, cost, and a concise description hinting at its unique attributes.

My eyes drifted across the entries, unhurried this time, absorbing the distinctions rather than merely the numerical values.

A spear initially captured my interest.

Uncommon Rank.

Cost: 1200 CP.

Its visualized design materialized on the display – a lengthy, reinforced shaft capped by a slender, elongated blade tapering to a fine point. The metal bore faint etchings along its edges, suggesting a design optimized for piercing rather than broad cuts. It appeared well-balanced and efficient, prioritizing reach over raw power.

I moved on.

Next, a sword drew my gaze.

Uncommon Rank.

Cost: 1100 CP.

The blade was wider than typical, subtly curved near the edge, with a hilt suggesting capability for two-handed use. Its structure was refined yet straightforward. The description also alluded to a wind affinity, but the cost was considerable given my limited combat points.

Following that was an axe.

Uncommon Rank.

Cost: 800 CP.

Its reduced price was attributed to my axe mastery, as indicated by the accompanying information.

The display shifted, and the weapon became clearly visible. It dwartfed the one I had been employing; the handle was thicker, reinforced with bands of dark metal, and the blade itself was broader, extending with a pronounced curve that offered greater cutting surface area compared to mere impact. The edge emanated a faint luminescence.

The description claimed it possessed a fire affinity, capable of drawing upon atmospheric fire elements when wielded with sufficient force.

The metal near the blade seemed darker, as if subjected to a different tempering process, and the edge shimmered faintly, exhibiting heat-like distortions visible only upon focused attention.

No further deliberation was necessary.

"This one," I declared.

The transaction was instantaneous.

The weapon materialized beside me, settling into my hand with a solid weight that felt immediately correct. It was heavier than my previous tool, yet sufficiently balanced for agile movement. I flexed my wrist slightly, testing its feel, the blade catching the light as the subtle heat shimmer stabilized along its edge.

"It looks more impressive too," I remarked.

With that acquisition complete, I shifted my focus to the subsequent category.

Influence.

The panel reconfigured, displaying a new array of options. My exploration uncovered a peculiar item.

Defender Puppets.

Cost: 200 IP each.

I paused. Selecting the item expanded its details.

[Level 30 constructs.

Engineered for both defense and assault.

Bound to commander's will.]

A smile touched my lips.

"Useful..."

Without delay, I selected five. The points were deducted instantly, and after a brief pause, the environment around me subtly altered.

Five figures materialized sequentially, the very space seeming to distort as they took form, solidifying into complete bodies within moments. Each stood tall, enveloped in black robes that concealed their figures, their faces lost within shadowed depths. In their hands, each held a sword.

They remained motionless and silent, simply appearing in my vicinity. I approached one, extended a hand, and gripped the edge of its robe, pulling it free. The fabric detached without resistance, and I slid it over my own form, allowing it to settle into place, the hood falling forward to obscure my face in shadow.

"Now I possess a small army. Apologies for leaving you unclothed, friend," I commented, patting the puppet whose robe I had taken.

I took my position amongst them, adjusting my stance until the spacing was uniform. Without a single word exchanged, we began to advance, the five puppets moving in silent unison as we exited the treeline and stepped onto the open ground leading toward the city.

The city walls loomed ahead, imposing and reinforced, the gates shut tight and guarded. We proceeded at a steady pace, making no haste toward the entrance.

As the distance diminished, movement became visible atop the walls.

Three figures came into view on the ramparts. They advanced to the edge, bows already drawn, their white robes fluttering gently in the wind as they peered down at us.

"Halt right there!" one of them bellowed, his voice carrying clearly from above.

I offered no reply. We continued our advance.

The distance between our group and the imposing gate diminished steadily, my pace remaining constant. The five figures accompanying me moved in an uncanny silence, their collective presence sufficiently convincing to pass from a distance, yet inadequate to conceal my identity the instant scrutiny intensified.

The three guards positioned above the gate shifted forward, their bows already taut. As my gaze ascended toward them, the system's response was instantaneous.

[Believer Human – Level 25]

[Believer Human – Level 25]

[Believer Human – Level 25]

Their eyes narrowed as we continued our advance without acknowledgment. This moment of hesitation lasted but a second before one guard's voice, now amplified, bellowed,

"They are Defiers! Attack them!"

The initial arrow was already in flight before the command fully concluded.

Then a second.

And a third.

I did not falter in my stride.

"Attack," I uttered softly, and the puppets immediately surged forward. Their measured gait transformed into an aggressive rush, drawing the guards' undivided attention.

Arrows impacted them in rapid succession, piercing the dark fabric of their robes. Some glanced off harmlessly, while others embedded deeper, yet none caused them to slow. They pressed on, absorbing the volley of projectiles with unnerving composure, their forms resolute as they advanced upon the gate.

I maintained my position amidst them.

Every arrow aimed at me deviated slightly, my footwork adapting subtly with each incoming projectile, never enough to disrupt our formation, never enough to reveal my presence. The hood remained pulled low, obscuring my face as I navigated the spaces between my companions, using their bodies as a shield while the distance closed.

The gate loomed ever nearer. The arrows intensified.

Yet, the timing was precisely mine. I stepped forward into the cleared path.

"Impact Burst."

A surge of energy coalesced instantly around my legs, a faint yellow luminescence tightening and concentrating before its explosive release. The ground beneath me fractured as the concentrated force propelled my body forward in a direct trajectory. The intervening distance evaporated in moments as I shot past the puppets, my axe already raised high, a subtle heat flaring along its formidable blade.

The impact landed a mere heartbeat later.

BOOM!

Wood splintered violently.

The reinforced gate buckled and split under the sheer force of the strike as the blade cleaved through it, the entire structure disintegrating. I crashed directly through, debris scattering outward as I executed a roll, finding myself inside the city's confines.