My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 664: The Reforming Armus

A faint smile touched my lips.

“Excellent. Torment him a bit. Ensure he never again desires involvement with Armus.”

He possessed Gyros. The envoy had been extracted from the warzone without a trace.

“Torture? Lyrate would be a superior candidate for such a task,” Knight communicated via our mental link. “She genuinely relishes that kind of activity. I prefer to remain here, awaiting reinforcements.”

“How long until their arrival?” I inquired.

“I am uncertain,” Knight responded. “It hinges on Lana’s desperation for aid. If she exerts pressure, they could force their passage here within half an hour… or it might consume an entire day.”

I hummed, deep in thought.

“Very well. Inform Lyrate of the demon’s drop-off point. Allow her to manage him. You will stay here with me.”

Knight transmitted the coordinates to Lyrate, and, predictably, she debated for nearly two minutes. Ultimately, she clicked her tongue, dismissed her colossal tree from the battleground, and vanished to confront Gyros.

Knight materialized beside me a moment later, seamlessly entering our shared concealed space, completely imperceptible.

While awaiting the resolution of events, my attention shifted to the trio. One by one, I accessed their status screens to gauge their advancement.

[Primus Bloodreaver – Level 296]

[Steve Harper – Level 287]

[North Winter – Level 291]

I nodded in approval. Steve and North had progressed significantly. Their engagement on the asteroid base, decimating abominations by the thousands, had propelled them far beyond typical human limitations. However, the true impetus for their sudden surge was straightforward: Essence.

I had repeatedly infused Essence into their physical forms. Strength, constitution, dexterity, even the circulation of Essence within their bodies—all had seen improvement. This empowered them to undertake risks an average fighter could never endure, and each risk yielded higher levels as a reward.

Abruptly, my focus was drawn to the emerging discussion between Primus, Orobas, Dorian, and the Ronic leadership. Moments prior, Platius and his Elders had maintained complete silence, still processing the sheer magnitude of what had transpired. Yet, the initial shock now receded, supplanted by apprehension, calculation, and the disquiet of a family whose standing had suddenly become precarious.

The most striking aspect was not the Ronic’s distress, but rather that all eyes were fixed on Primus. Not Orobas, whose authority had once directed the Bloodreaver response. Not Dorian, whose might had been the Bloodreaver’s pride for decades. But Primus, standing tall, still exuding that formidable momentum he acquired after eliminating Herald.

He was the gravitational nucleus of the entire valley.

Platius eventually stepped forward, his shoulders rigid, his voice unwavering but guarded.

“Primus… regarding your earlier declaration. If the Bloodreaver family now governs Armus, what fate awaits the Ronics? What position shall we occupy? Will our cities, our influence, remain intact?”

He phrased it courteously, but the underlying sentiment was transparent. The Ronics had lost their ancestor. They had suffered a loss of face. And they had just witnessed the Bloodreavers effortlessly crush their fiercest adversary.

They required clarity. And safeguarding.

Primus did not evade the inquiry.

“Ronics will not be troubled by us,” he stated. “From this moment forward, you shall stand as the second most powerful force in Armus.”

A murmur rippled through the Ronic Elders, but Primus raised his hand, instantly silencing them.

“You will retain your cities. Your internal affairs will remain your own. However, anything impacting Armus as a whole—its defense, its future alliances, its connection to Dragos or other worlds—you will clear through us first. Should you act behind our backs…”

He paused purposefully, allowing the menace to permeate their very being.

“…then today will not mark the final encounter between our families on the battlefield.”

Even Orobas appeared subtly impressed by Primus’s delivery of these words with absolute authority, devoid of unnecessary animosity. It was the tone of a sovereign, not a frenzied victor.

The Ronic Elders exchanged uneasy glances.

One of them advanced, his voice slightly trembling. “That severely curtails our freedom compared to before. We participated in this war. We also sustained losses. Should we not receive… compensation? Or a more prominent political standing?”

Another added, “If Armus is entering a new epoch, the Ronics should not be relegated to mere followers. We stood alongside you.”

Primus remained unyielding. “No equal rule. No shared throne. Armus has been fractured too often. That is why Del Reys grew audacious.”

The Elders tensed, but Primus raised a hand.

“You requested compensation,” he announced. “You shall receive it. One-fifth of all abomination zones previously under the Del Reys will now belong to the Ronics.”

Platius inhaled sharply. The other Elders’ eyes gleamed with astonishment.

One-fifth… That was no meager offering. It was colossal, practically a second empire. Perilous, certainly, but brimming with resources, influence, rare materials, and prospects for future generations.

And Primus had just bestowed it upon them.

Platius bowed his head slightly. “…That is acceptable. The Ronics will remember this.”

Further discussion ensued—logistics, troop withdrawals, temporary border demarcation, resource allocation, and the management of Del Rey civilians within newly conquered cities. The tension gradually receded from the Ronic side, replaced by reluctant acceptance and even a hint of gratitude.

Eventually, with a final bow, Platius led his people away to re-organize their forces.

The instant the Ronics departed, Orobas exhaled a loud, weary breath.

“Primus,” he said, rubbing his temples, “how are we to manage such an expansive territory? So many abomination zones… so many cities… so many responsibilities.”

Primus merely tilted his head slightly toward the cloaked figures behind him, my summoned entities.

“They will handle the most dangerous zones,” Primus stated quietly. “Their power is sufficient to clear areas our Grandmasters fear to enter. And with them undertaking that, we can liberate hundreds of Grandmasters to oversee city control.”

Orobas squinted at the cloaked silhouettes.

“I recognize the two humans,” he mumbled. “But the others… what are they? Humans as well?”

Primus smiled subtly. “No. Not humans. You will learn in due course.”

Orobas clearly wished to press the matter but refrained. Before he could pose another question, Dorian stepped forward.

“Primus,” he spoke softly, “was any of what you said about Lana true?”

Primus did not hesitate. “Yes. All of it. She married me with an agenda. She stole my fortune, my future. She manipulated our family, utilized external forces, and attempted to have me assassinated.”

Orobas cursed vehemently. Dorian’s face contorted with revulsion.

Primus continued, his voice softer yet seething beneath the surface.

“She abandoned a child she cared nothing for. She deserted us without emotion. And every action she took… was for her own and her family’s advantage.”

Orobas spat. “A disgrace. Filth. She ought to be dragged back in chains.”

Dorian shook his head. “We will deal with her together.”

Primus nodded once.

“No need. I will journey to Dragos soon. I will confront her myself.”

Then he surveyed the ravaged battlefield and declared:

“Tomorrow, we shall perform the Blood and Fire Ritual.”

Orobas blinked, then his face broadened into a wide grin. “So soon? Good. Very good. Should we extend an invitation to the Ronics?”

Primus shook his head.

“No. This ritual will be exclusively for the Bloodreavers… and my human companions.”

I smiled from my hidden vantage point above.

Knight shifted beside me, his silhouette barely discernible within the layers of space that concealed us.

’So,’ he commented through the mental link, his voice as calm as ever, ’it appears Armus is finally progressing towards your desired trajectory.’

I nodded slightly as I observed Primus still conversing with the remaining Bloodreavers.

’Indeed. It’s nearing completion. However, to truly establish Armus as a reliable backup, capable of fighting for us whenever required, more effort is still necessary.’

Knight hummed. ’You’ve already discussed this with Primus?’

’I have. He understands what needs to be done. And following this war, the Bloodreavers will possess sufficient authority to begin shaping Armus according to our requirements.’

Knight emitted a small scoff.

’Why do you even require an entire world supporting you? We are powerful enough to contend with problems these demons cannot even comprehend.’

I exhaled slowly.

’I know… but that isn’t the core issue.’

I paused, watching Orobas rally some of his commanders.

’Too many participants are involved in this grand game, Knight. Eternals. Phantoms. Whatever is unfolding in the Prime Galaxy. And now this Hollow Star organization too. I cannot predict what comes next.’

Knight remained silent, listening intently.

’I simply wish to be prepared for every eventuality,’ I continued. ’If a time arises when we need an army at our command or a faction that acts without question, Armus can become one of those. A fallback. A shield. Perhaps even a weapon.’

Knight’s tail flicked languidly behind him.

’Sounds like a long-term strategy,’ he muttered.

A small smile played on my lips.

’It is. I might even have to contend with the system itself one day. So I desire to leave no weaknesses. Nothing I will come to regret later.’

Knight chuckled softly.

’Fine. Then let us prepare this world properly… Mr. Prime Monarch.’

I let out a low laugh of my own, recalling how my summons had teased me the moment they heard the name I had chosen. They had not ceased calling me that for several minutes straight.