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

Chapter 898  The Spreading Fire

I was back in my training room. Night had settled over the island, and the calm outside stood in sharp contrast to everything that had happened during the day. My summons had already returned from their hunt, and from what I could feel through our link, none of them had held back.

The message I had asked Primus to spread was already moving across the galaxy.

The destruction of an entire planet was not something people ignored. It wasn’t something they questioned either. They saw it, they understood it, and they remembered it.

Along with it, the name of the Order of Absolute. I sat alone in the center of the room, the silence around me uninterrupted, my mind slowly settling after everything that had unfolded.

There was still work to do.

Amun’s requirements were clear.

Level 5 major laws.

All of mine were still at Level 4. And if I was going to step into the Crimson Zone, I couldn’t afford to go in half-prepared.

I needed to push them further. I sat down and crossed my legs, letting my breathing slow naturally. My eyes closed, and the world outside faded as my focus turned inward.

I started with the Major Law of Elemental Convergence.

The moment I reached for it, the familiar presence of my laws surfaced within my mind. Streams of fire, lightning, ice, and other elemental forces began to take form, each one distinct, each one carrying its own identity.

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[Outside in the Blue Spiral Galaxy]

The news did not travel slowly.

It spread across the Blue Spiral like a wave that could not be stopped.

And it began with the Nagas.

On Kaalseris, the moment the recording arrived, it was taken straight to the central hall. The elders gathered without delay, their expressions serious as the projection formed in the middle of the chamber. The image showed the void, the fleet held in place, and then me, standing alone in front of a planet.

No one spoke.

They watched as I raised my hand, as the silver light gathered, and as the attack tore through space and entered the planet. The view followed the strike as it pierced through the atmosphere, drilled into the surface, and vanished into the core. Then came the moment when it burst out from the other side, and the entire planet began to break apart from within.

The silence in the hall deepened.

Even Xena, who rarely reacted to anything, remained still, her eyes fixed on the destruction unfolding in front of her.

When the recording ended, no one spoke immediately.

It was Xeron who finally exhaled.

“This…” he said slowly, “this is not just a display of strength.”

Another elder nodded.

“This is dominance,” she added. “He wants to show there is a new King in place.”

A new World Lord had risen.

And he was not like the ones they had seen before.

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On the Feran world, the reaction was very different.

The recording was played inside one of their great war halls. Commanders, generals, and elite warriors gathered in front of the projection, their expressions sharp and confident at first.

They had seen power before. They had faced it.

So when the recording began, there were murmurs. Some commented on the technique, others tried to measure the scale of the attack, and a few even questioned whether it was exaggerated.

But as the scene continued, those voices faded. The moment the silver strike entered the planet and tore through it, something shifted.

By the time the planet broke apart, the entire hall had gone silent.

No one spoke or even moved.

The projection ended, leaving behind only the memory of what they had just witnessed.

A Feran general stepped forward slowly, his eyes still fixed on the empty space where the image had been.

“…That is beyond us. We cannot handle him.” he said quietly.

No one argued. For a race like the Ferans, admitting something like that was not easy. They were built on pride, on strength, on the belief that no opponent was truly out of reach.

But this was different.

One of the elders spoke from the side.

“How long until the reinforcement from Griffon arrives?”

The question broke the silence.

“Soon,” another replied. “They have already been informed. They should reach within the expected window.”

The general nodded slowly.

“Until then, we lower our presence,” he said. “No direct engagement. No unnecessary exposure.”

Another voice added,

“If he targets us before they arrive… we will not hold.”

No one denied it. The room felt heavier now. They had seen enough battles to know what they were facing. This was no longer someone they could challenge directly. This was someone far beyond their current level.

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Far away from the major powers, hidden deep beneath the surface of an unmarked world, a different kind of gathering took place.

The place was dark, carved out beneath layers of rock and reinforced with crude structures. Dim lights flickered across the chamber, barely enough to reveal the figures standing within. They were not a single race. They were a mix, beings who had chosen to stand on the wrong side, those who had once worked with Hollow Star and now operated in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to rise again.

The recording played in the center.

No one spoke.

They watched as the scene unfolded. Then the planet broke. The chamber fell completely silent.

The destruction played out in full, the world collapsing from within, tearing itself apart until nothing remained but drifting fragments in the void.

When the recording ended, no one moved.

The silence stretched. It was fear.

One of them finally spoke, his voice low and unsteady.

“…That was him?”

Another nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

A third stepped back slightly, as if the distance from the projection would somehow help.

“We were planning to target his organization,” he said. “If he turns his attention here…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. They all understood.

Another voice, sharper this time, cut through the silence.

“No.”

All eyes turned toward him.

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

There was no argument from anyone present.

“We go dark,” someone added. “No operations tied to the Order of Absolute.”

“What about the Eternals?” another asked hesitantly. “If they issue commands—”

“They can issue whatever the hell they want,” came the reply. “We are not answering.”

That settled it.

The decision was made quickly for their own survival. They had seen enough to understand the scale of what they were dealing with. This was not an opponent they could plan around or manipulate. This was someone who erased entire worlds without hesitation.

And if his attention turned toward them, there would be nothing left.

“Disappear,” the one who had spoken earlier said. “Lets scatter and stay hidden. No signals, no contact unless absolutely necessary.”

One by one, they began to move, the chamber emptying as quickly as it had filled.

Fear drove them.

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Far from the major races, on the trade hub planet Shenzhou, the reaction was far more immediate.

The recording spread through public channels, displayed across massive screens in open markets, ports, and gathering areas. Traders, travelers, mercenaries, and civilians alike stopped what they were doing as the footage began to play.

At first, it looked like any other battle recording. A figure in space floating in front of a planet.

Then the attack came.

People leaned in, their attention drawn as the silver streak tore through the void. When it entered the atmosphere, the sky in the recording lit up, and murmurs spread through the crowd. As it struck the surface and vanished into the planet, confusion turned into silence.

Then the planet began to break.

Gasps spread across the area. Some stepped back.

Others simply stared, unable to look away as the destruction unfolded completely.

When the explosion came and the world shattered into fragments, the reaction was no longer quiet. Voices rose, disbelief spreading as people tried to process what they had just seen.

“That… that’s real?”

“He destroyed the whole planet…”

“Who is that?”

The question spread quickly. And then the answer followed. The name appeared alongside the recording, repeated across channels, spoken by different voices, carried across networks and conversations alike.

Billion Ironhart.

Leader of the Order of Absolute.

Then another phrase followed, spreading just as quickly.

A new World Lord.

It moved from person to person, from screen to conversation, from doubt to certainty.

And before long, the entire galaxy knew. Even the far away world of Vaythos realised their guardian had a new title.