My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 672: Ancient Blood Drop

As soon as the droplet was integrated, visible transformations swept across his physical form.

The deep furrows lining his face began to vanish, his sagging skin tightening until he regained the appearance of a man in his prime. The dry, weathered texture of his flesh was replaced by a firm, healthy glow. Muscles that had long since withered began to expand and solidify, straining against the fabric of his robes. His previously hunched frame straightened as his spine aligned, looking as though a massive, invisible burden had been lifted from his back.

However, I moved before the metamorphosis could fully conclude.

Activating Essence Infusion, I funneled 100 units of Constitution directly into his body.

Densely concentrated Violet Essence erupted from my form under perfect control. Raising my hand, I pointed toward Orobas and unleashed a focused beam of Essence that struck him directly in the center of his chest.

The reaction was instantaneous.

His frame trembled as raw power surged through every vessel and bone. This time, the change went deeper than just the flesh. His very blood thickened and grew more potent, surging with the vitality and endurance he had possessed during his peak years. His pulse became rhythmic and commanding.

Orobas exhaled sharply, his eyes widening as he inspected his own hands. They were rock steady. Powerful. He felt a sense of life that had been absent for many decades.

The frail old man had vanished.

Standing before us was a demon not only restored but enhanced, prepared to once again occupy the throne of Armus.

For a moment, Orobas remained silent, staring at his palms. He slowly flexed his fingers as if testing the reality of this newfound strength. His breathing had stabilized into a deep, full cadence, replacing the shallow, desperate gasps of a man clinging to life.

I could sense it clearly; his life force was no longer hemorrhaging away. The ritual that had previously acted as his life support was no longer a shackle around his neck.

A fire of excitement sparked in his gaze. He was a sovereign, after all. Having transitioned from a man counting his final days on borrowed time, he now possessed decades of life. Real time. Time to rule, to construct, and to leave a legacy.

Squaring his shoulders, he looked at me with a new perspective—no longer as a desperate, aging demon, but as a leader who had been made whole.

I gave a single nod and spoke with a composed tone.

"Our agreement remains. Armus is growing more powerful even while we are away. Your task is to prepare this realm to survive the coming storm. In exchange, I will provide protection, bolster its strength, and ensure a future that isn't reliant on blood rituals or lingering rot."

This time, Orobas did not pause. He inclined his head slightly, which I interpreted as a sign of genuine respect.

"I accept," he declared with conviction.

Dorian moved forward to join him. The skepticism he held earlier had evaporated, replaced by a firm resolve.

"I also agree," he stated. "And this time, I do so without any doubt."

That was all the confirmation I required.

Lyrate, who had maintained her silence throughout the exchange, took a soft step toward them.

"Just a small reminder," she whispered, "if I have the power to grant you this life, I can reclaim it just as easily, and take much more besides."

Her warning hung heavily in the chamber. Suddenly, her form dissolved into a swirling cloud of crimson mist, vanishing entirely from the hall. Orobas and Dorian exchanged a glance before looking back at me, their faces etched with true gravity now that they understood the scale of the threat.

With a faint smile, I rose from my seat.

"I shall begin my task," I announced.

Neither attempted to obstruct me. Both were aware that the current situation had escalated far beyond their control.

I vanished instantly.

A moment later, I was hovering high above the cityscape, suspended in the vast sky. Closing my eyes, I reached into my inner self, connecting with the hidden black island situated at the heart of my Dawn Core.

I called forth the chain.

There was no violent jerk or tearing sensation this time. Instead, a subtle, fluid ripple emanated from my chest, resembling a pebble falling into a calm pond. I tracked that ripple with my spiritual perception, following its path as it traversed through the various dimensions of space.

The ripple guided me to my destination.

The World Core of Armus.

I raised my arm and swept it through the air. The fabric of space tore open cleanly, forming a portal without any pushback. I stepped through the rift.

My surroundings shifted as I entered a concealed pocket dimension. Floating at the center was the World Core itself.

It was unlike any core I had encountered previously.

The core took the shape of a cube with perfectly sharp, geometric edges. Dense blue particles swirled within its boundaries. However, at the absolute center of the cube, a solitary drop of blood was suspended. It beat slowly, sending rhythmic, faint pulses through the surrounding Essence.

I narrowed my focus on that droplet and extended my consciousness toward it.

The instant I made contact, a staggering, heavy presence crashed into me.

It was ancient, violent, and filled with pride.

Laws of Fire blazed within it, while Laws of Blood churned in a ceaseless cycle. Beneath those layers lay a raw, brutal power—overwhelming and polished by eons of time. This was no mere offering or simple remnant.

This was the brand of a truly primordial demon.

I let out a slow breath.

"So that is the truth of it," I whispered, finally understanding the origin of the blood and fire ritual Primus had mentioned.

Without a second thought, I pressed my palm against the cube's exterior.

I initiated the takeover.

The blue particles put up a brief resistance, but it was futile. I consumed them steadily, pulling the energy into myself and stripping the original flow from the World Core. Simultaneously, I flooded the cube with my own power. Violet Essence poured from me, filling the cube to replace what I had drained.

The hue transformed. The blue faded away, replaced by a deep violet.

Next, I reached for the black energy buried deep within the core's center. As soon as I touched it, the energy was violently yanked away, absorbed directly into the hidden black island inside my Dawn Core. Any secrets it held were pulled with it, sealed in a place where even I couldn't fully investigate yet.

As the blue particles merged into the Dawn Core, it began to evolve, following the same pattern as every other time I seized a World Core.

The cube shuddered violently.

Then, it became still. I made sure not to disturb or touch the blood drop in any way. I allowed it to remain exactly where I found it, suspended in the heart of the cube, now completely enveloped by my own Essence.

The fire and blood ritual was already set in motion. That would be the exact moment I would exploit my newfound authority over the blood core.