My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 671: A Simple Deal

A nod was given to the elderly demon by me.

"Gratitude is unnecessary," I remarked with a calm demeanor. "Primus is a dear friend. It was only natural for me to assist him."

My gaze then shifted toward Dorian.

"Mr. Dorian, I’ve been informed by Primus regarding your contributions to the Bloodreavers, as well as your care for him and his siblings," I noted. "The manner in which you raised them and the values you instilled are quite impressive. Provided you have no objections, I am interested in a future collaboration with you."

He blinked in surprise, clearly caught off balance by my proposal.

"Ah... yes," he answered after a brief pause. "I simply fulfilled my duties, both as a parent and as the leader of a demon household. We are... a difficult group to oversee." A weary, subtle smile flickered across his expression. "I am grateful you were present when misfortune arrived at our gates. For that, you have my sincere thanks."

I returned the smile but refused to let the topic slide.

"I understand," I replied softly. "However, my question remains unanswered. Do you have any objections?"

Dorian wavered, casting a look toward Orobas. After exhaling slowly, Orobas spoke with total directness.

"Because you claim Primus as a friend, I shall be blunt," Orobas declared. "Accepting an alliance is difficult when we don't know what we are truly backing, or what demands you might place on us later. I trust you recognize our dilemma."

I nodded, having foreseen this exact response.

"I do recognize it, Mr. Orobas," I said. "But knowing more than you currently do would only expose you and Armus to extreme peril. I wish to prevent that." I took a moment to choose my words with precision. "What I can promise is this: in the days to come, my name will be heard constantly. When that time arrives, you will not regret your decision to align with me."

Leaning back slightly, I went on.

"Naturally, I have no desire to betray the Prime Universe. My objective is the same as any being who remains loyal to it: the defeat of the Eternals. Never will I demand anything that violates your ethics or forces you to compromise your convictions.

Primus will be departing Armus to join me. Our path leads to Dragos, and eventually toward the true heart of power within the Blue Spiral Galaxy. He will be at my side as we face off against Ferans, Nagas, Elementals, and even the Eternals and their legions."

The strategy was straightforward.

While we were occupied with the major celestial players, my goal was for them to remain here and forge Armus into a more formidable world. It shouldn't be a weak realm hiding in fear, but a power capable of standing alongside the giants without being obliterated.

"I am not asking for your cooperation without offering compensation," I stated evenly.

That statement alone triggered a visible shift in both demons. I continued before they could find their voices.

"First," I said, holding up one finger, "my subordinates already purged half of the abomination zones yesterday. We could have finished them all, but I ordered a stop. Those remaining areas are necessary for training. Your troops must be forged through the pressure of real combat, not through safety."

Their countenances grew grave.

"Second," I added, "once we depart for Dragos, we will ensure that Lana and her supporters stay far away from Armus. This planet will be strictly off-limits to them."

At the mention of her name, Orobas’s jaw tightened perceptibly.

"Third," I said, looking him dead in the eye, "I will liberate you from that pathetic state of yours, Mr. Orobas. You will no longer be confined to a chamber of blood rituals day after day."

His pupils dilated slightly. Though he tried to mask it, the reaction was clear to me.

"Fourth, I shall grant you a surge in power," I declared simply. "Nothing that would endanger you, but enough to settle any internal strife on Armus. It will be enough to allow you to seize control from the Ronics rather than just maintaining this stalemate."

Both individuals were now hanging on my every word.

"And lastly," I concluded, "I will guarantee that Armus produces more gifted newborns from now on. More potent bloodlines. Superior Foundations. Perhaps even beneficial mutations will emerge over time."

I settled back into my chair, giving them the silence needed to process. I wanted the magnitude of my proposal to sink in rather than forcing a hasty reply.

Several seconds of quiet passed before Dorian finally spoke up.

"Are you certain," he asked with caution, "that you can resolve my father’s condition?"

I gave a firm nod. "I am."

He hesitated, then pushed for more. "And this claim regarding enhanced talent and bloodlines... can that actually be achieved?"

Before I could respond, Primus interjected from behind me.

"It can," he stated with conviction. "I have witnessed him perform this feat on another world."

The two demons exchanged another look. I could sense their temptation; it was palpable. The terms were far beyond their wildest expectations. Yet, a lingering shred of doubt still prevented them from committing.

Internally, I smirked.

I snapped my fingers.

The Essence flowing through their forms and the air around them came to a sudden halt, frozen as if the clock had stopped for them alone.

"Lyrate," I called out.

A blur manifested next to me, and Lyrate appeared without a sound.

"Are you able to mend the old man?" I inquired.

She nodded immediately.

Lyrate extended her hand, pointing toward him. A tiny green droplet began to coalesce at her fingertip. It expanded slowly, condensing into a marble-sized orb radiating pure vitality. The concentrated power within it was so intense that the surrounding atmosphere felt charged with life.

With a light flick, she sent the marble flying forward until it hovered directly before Orobas’s face.

"I’m certain you can sense its potency," I said calmly. "The choice is now yours to make."

Orobas didn't waver for even a moment.

"Very well. I accept," he blurted out, his focus entirely on the shimmering droplet.

"But father—" Dorian began to protest.

"Be silent," Orobas commanded. "I am still the one breathing here. A decision of this magnitude rests with me." He sat up a bit straighter. "It is decided. We shall align ourselves with the Prime Monarch."

Dorian exhaled a long breath and rubbed his brow, looking somewhat overwhelmed by the turn of events.

I smiled and gave Lyrate a nod.

She let the orb go. The green marble drifted forward, merging gently into Orobas’s chest, its radiance vanishing as his body absorbed it.