My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 670: A Friendly Man

The conflict had concluded, and a new dawn broke over the world of Armus. For many, the previous day was stained with grief and loss, while for others, it held the glimmering hope of a fresh start. Both sentiments hung heavy in the atmosphere of the realm.

Standing before a mirror, I examined my own image. It had been quite some time since I indulged in such a mundane activity. As I looked at my reflection, memories of my academy days drifted back—mornings spent rushing to dress and preparing for classes without the weight of worlds resting on my shoulders.

Back then, life felt like a constant struggle, yet I was vibrant and youthful. Things were different now. With just a single, focused circulation of Essence, my physical form felt purified and revitalized, making sleep feel like nothing more than an optional luxury.

I straightened my robe. This garment was unique, designed to be the official uniform of our organization—a representation of our evolution and what we were destined to become.

The previous night, our entire group had assembled—Steve, Primus, North, my summons, and myself. We held a long discussion regarding our future path. During this meeting, I proposed the concept of transforming Armus into our primary hidden stronghold.

To my satisfaction, Primus gave his immediate consent. Regarding the demons, I hadn't fully determined their future utility, but one thing was certain: I intended to leave a permanent mark on this world. I refused to simply depart and let the memory of Armus fade into obscurity.

Various strategies were taking shape in my mind, though everything hinged on the eventual reactions of the Fallen and the System. Their next moves would dictate my own.

To finalize my arrangements, I required the cooperation of two specific individuals: Dorian and Orobas. Since Primus was set to depart with us, they would be the remaining pieces on the board, tasked with governing Armus in our absence.

Expanding my perception, I blanketed the entirety of the Bloodreaver fortress. I soon located Primus, Dorian, and Orobas congregating within their council chamber. Remaining motionless, I eavesdropped on their dialogue.

"So, the master that the elemental spoke of was actually present this whole time," Orobas remarked, a deep scowl marking his features.

Primus gave a slow nod. "Indeed. He is also the savior who liberated Lara and me from our bonds of servitude. His power is immense. Those hooded figures answer only to him; no one else commands them."

Dorian exhaled a weary breath, leaning back in his seat. "Primus, after hearing the truth about Lana from you, it feels as though we are surrounded by entities we cannot comprehend, let alone influence or defy. These are forces far beyond our reach." He hesitated before adding softly, "I truly wish you had heeded our warnings when we spoke against your union with her."

Primus stared at the ground in silence for a long moment. A heavy tension filled the room as he collected his thoughts. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"I will not claim to regret my marriage to Lana," he stated firmly. "She brought my daughter into this world, and that fact alone outweighs everything else." His tone grew cold. "However, I can promise this: she will answer for her betrayals. I will personally haul her back here to face the repercussions of her actions."

He inhaled deeply to steady his nerves before raising his gaze.

"As I mentioned, I want Armus—and more importantly, our people—to align with him for the coming storms," Primus continued. "Moving forward, the Bloodreavers will execute his commands. We won't be overt or reckless. We will move gradually." His eyes sharpened with conviction. "We shall prepare in the shadows. In time, it won't just be our sect; all of Armus will follow."

"Such a feat will require a great deal of time," Dorian noted cautiously.

"I am aware," Primus answered. "But when the turning point arrives, we must be prepared."

Orobas's frown deepened. "Prepared for what?"

At that moment, I decided to reveal myself and meet the two demons. Taking a single step, I traversed the distance and appeared inside the hall, positioned right behind Primus.

Dorian and Orobas reacted in a heartbeat. They bolted upright from their seats, eyes bulging in disbelief at my sudden arrival, as if I had been a ghost standing there the entire time. I watched as Essence flared within their bodies, spilling into the air. Their shock had triggered their primal survival instincts.

"Sit," I commanded softly.

The swirling Essence instantly froze. A second later, both Orobas and Dorian collapsed back into their chairs as if yanked by invisible tethers.

I bypassed Primus, pulled out the chair next to him, and took a seat.

Only then did Primus fully realize what had occurred. He immediately rose and took a position behind me, standing tall like a loyal subordinate awaiting instructions. I nearly smiled at the display. While the gesture wasn't required, I respected the blatant show of allegiance.

"Forgive the abrupt entrance," I said casually. "It's a troublesome habit I learned from my teacher. He had a flair for the dramatic." I dismissed the thought with a wave of my hand. "Regardless, allow me to introduce myself."

I looked the two demons in the eye.

"I am the Prime Monarch. As Primus has explained, I have been present from the start, observing the various games being played across Armus. This specific round has concluded, and I intend to tie up all loose ends before we transition to the next stage in Dragos."

I fell silent, allowing my words to resonate.

Dorian and Orobas sat like statues, completely paralyzed. They stared at me without blinking, their minds clearly struggling to process the reality of the situation.

I tilted my head, amused by the quiet.

"You are free to speak. I am quite reasonable," I remarked.

Orobas was the first to find his voice. His face gradually relaxed, and he took a stabilizing breath before addressing me.

"It is a profound honor to host you here in Armus, Prime Monarch," he said with sincerity. "Furthermore, I offer my gratitude for ensuring the safe return of Primus and Lara."

I locked eyes with him. I sensed no fear, no schemes, and no ulterior motives in his gaze. There was only raw honesty. Based on my observations, Orobas was a blunt, transparent demon. He didn't mask his feelings or manipulate his words for the sake of etiquette. He wore his heart on his sleeve.

I found such transparency refreshing. More than that, it earned my respect.