My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 655: Lana’s Plan B

[Billion’s PoV]

By the time I arrived at the capital, I had endured another two hours of the constant bickering between the Ronics and the Bloodreavers. Although both factions appeared prepared to commit to the conflict, I had detected the lingering doubt in Platius’s gaze.

The loss of their ancestor had left the Ronics in a precarious state. Allying with the Bloodreavers meant declaring war on the Del Reys... but it also meant they would inevitably be subservient to Primus’s kin once the dust settled.

Primus performed admirably in convincing them that the Bloodreavers had no designs on betraying the Ronics. Ultimately, however, I understood that raw, undeniable power would be the deciding factor. Platius would resign himself to the inevitable future the moment he realized who truly held the peak of power.

As the envoy’s tower loomed ahead, I flickered inside, manifesting directly within his primary office.

Knight was perched behind the envoy’s desk with his legs crossed, nonchalantly leafing through a pile of scrolls as if the room belonged to him.

"You know," Knight remarked without glancing up, "this envoy is so pathetic that he actually paid for this appointment just to avoid serving on the frontlines."

I let out a short snort. "He certainly appears lazy and incompetent. Where has he gone?"

Knight shut the scroll and shoved it into a desk drawer.

"He’s currently scouring the neighboring cities to find Romothese. He’s even reached out to his contacts in the underworld for assistance." Knight gave a disinterested shrug. "But that is irrelevant. I have finally uncovered the details of Plan B."

I paused at that. "Oh? And what exactly is their contingency?"

Knight adjusted his seat, his expression turning grave. "Lana is deploying reinforcements from Dragos. The envoy made a formal request for ’official support,’ and she is granting it. This isn't a minor force, either. They are dispatching the enforcement army—the very division tasked with suppressing demon worlds that grow defiant. If the petition is fully realized, it might even include mid-level transcendents."

I arched an eyebrow. "So, they are essentially sending backup for Gyros."

"Precisely," Knight confirmed. "They preferred to avoid this path because many demons despise Dragos interfering in local matters. Such a move could harm Lana’s reputation... but it seems she no longer cares about that."

I gave a slow nod, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "And when do these reinforcements arrive?"

A faint smirk touched Knight’s lips. "Tomorrow morning."

I let out a long breath.

"Very well. This is still within our control. Is there a way to obstruct their arrival?"

"I believe so," Knight replied. "We can destroy the teleportation gate linking Armus to Dragos. While they can eventually force a new path, it will buy us necessary time."

I nodded in agreement. "That is a viable plan. Where is the portal located?"

"Beneath this very tower," Knight answered. "I am capable of destroying it."

"Not just yet," I instructed. "Wait until just before dawn." I scanned the office. "Is there anything of value here?"

Knight shook his head. "Nothing that would benefit us."

I hummed thoughtfully and crossed my arms.

"How do you intend to handle the fallout of this war with the Del Reys?" Knight inquired.

"Why should I handle it at all?" I tilted my head curiously.

"Dragos will launch an investigation. Gyros is going to report everything to Lana and his superiors. They will begin hunting for Primus... and likely Steve and North as well."

I nodded slowly. "Yes, that is inevitable. But we don't need to hide from them. In fact, I want them to come for us."

Knight’s ears gave a slight twitch. "You are looking for trouble?"

"That is exactly the point," I said with a smile. "Up until now, I have ensured that none of them have laid eyes on me, you, or any of my summons. We require an identity of our own. We need infamy. If we intend to reach a level where we can influence the true game against the Eternals, we must establish our own organization."

Knight’s tail flicked behind him. "I like the sound of that. What sort of organization do you have in mind?"

"A warlord faction of the void," I declared. "A mercenary force, but far more ambitious. An entity that will seize control of worlds, then galaxies, and eventually the Prime Universe itself."

Knight blinked in surprise, then grinned widely. "My blood is already boiling. What shall we name this organization?"

I cleared my throat. "Not yet. There is a frontline rift situated between Dragos and Armus. Once we depart from this world, we will head there and settle things permanently. That is when we will begin making our name known."

Knight let out a scoff. "Just admit you haven’t thought of a name yet."

I chose to ignore his remark.

"Fine. I am returning to Horus. I will meet you here in the early hours of tomorrow. Keep a close watch on Gyros and inform me if anything changes."

Without waiting for Knight’s response, I vanished from the tower in a single stride, making my way back to Horus.

The city was buzzing with tension. Orobas had convened the elders, and messengers were darting back and forth. Rumors of the impending war were everywhere, with demons whispering about the Valley of Warriors, the looming clash, and the Del Reys.

I bypassed the commotion and went straight to North’s chambers.

I entered the room silently.

She was fast asleep on her bed, curled beneath a light sheet, her blades leaning against the wall within easy reach.

I sat on the edge of the mattress, moving carefully so as not to disturb her rest, and watched her peaceful expression for a moment. Then, I opened my status window to review my progress.

[Status] -------------------------------------------------- Name : Billion Ironhart Race : Executor(Human) Class : Primordial Executor – Transcendent (Mythic) Laws: Level 2 - Major Law of Time, Major Law of Space, Major Law of Elemental Convergence, Major Law of Devour, Major Law of Stormfire, Major Law of Froststorm, Major Law of Assimilation, Major Law of Polarity, Major Law of Resonance Domain: Veritas Dominus Awakened Weapon: Executor’s Staff Rank: Transcendent Level : 343 Talent : - Generator Prime 3 - Essence : 1000/1000 (+500) - Soul Shackle : 5 Attributes : - Strength: Omega (6230) - Constitution: Omega (6184) - Dexterity: Omega (6161) - Psynapse : Omega (6345) - Essence : ∞ Skills : - Essence Engine (Innate) (Max) - Psynapse Fracture (Max)(6) - Fractured Unity Level 9 - Chrono-Severance Step Level 3 - Sovereign Reversal Level 9 - Essence Rebellion Level 2 - Hand of Convergence Level 3 - Sanctum of Judgement Level 10(Max) - Runic Ascent Level 5(Max) - Singularity Beam (Weapon Skill) - Executor’s Halo (Passive) - Equivalence Clause (Passive) Abilities: - Apex Body – Transcendent (Passive)] - Trait Acquisition Rights: - Right to Insight - Right to Isolate - Right to Anchor --------------------------------------------------

I scanned the updates and felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The growth I had achieved since my rank-up was undeniable. I was already nearing level 350, and my talent had successfully reached Level 3.

Three new transcendent-rank skills were now part of my repertoire, alongside a newly unlocked Right. My domain, Veritas Dominus, felt more potent and refined, as if it were poised to unleash its true power at a moment's notice.

As for my attributes... every single one had finally surpassed the 6000 mark.