My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 674: Time Bombs

The three flames entwined, spiraling together without consuming each other. One blazed with the deep scarlet of warfare and blood. Another radiated a precise, piercing violet light. The final one shimmered with a serene, weighty blue. Drawing upon my grasp of the three families—their inherent natures, their advantages, and their weaknesses—I molded them into a singular form.

Beneath the earth, my work proceeded with even greater haste.

Silent caverns carved themselves out under the stronghold. Hidden chambers were connected by long, winding tunnels that folded back on themselves. While some remained hermetically sealed, others were joined by corridors that only my senses could detect. Concealed halls, emergency exits, and a deeply buried pocket-space portal were manifested, hidden so masterfully that the world itself failed to take notice.

As the construction continued, I infused the very stone with the Fire Law.

The stairs held the memory of flames, and the walls pulsed with heat. Any demon who paused for long would feel the resonance. It was a sanctuary for meditation and a forge for refinement.

The structure expanded outward, merging seamlessly with the Bloodreaver headquarters and absorbing the Del Rey estate into its very bedrock. Only the Ronics remained untouched, left to stand apart and observe.

When the work concluded, the capital had been transformed beyond recognition.

Demons from far outside the city limits stared toward the new horizon in stunned silence. Within mere seconds, a mountain had emerged. A citadel of fire now served as the crown of their world.

Reaching out once more, I established a connection with the world core. With a subtle shift of my will, the fabric of space folded. In the blink of an eye, Primus, Dorian, and Orobas were pulled from their meeting hall. They materialized beside me, suspended high above the cityscape.

None of them could react initially. The abrupt change in location left them breathless, their instincts causing them to stiffen as the wind whipped past. Once their vision cleared, all three looked toward the ground.

The vast capital lay reshaped beneath us. The volcanic fortress reigned over the city's center, its winding staircases radiating a faint thermal glow, while its peak was adorned by the three distinct fires. Even from this altitude, the building exuded an overwhelming sense of authority.

"You can think of this as another favor I’m doing for Armus," I remarked softly.

Primus swallowed hard.

"What did you do?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I gave Armus a new identity," I answered. "One that is a reflection of its current status, rather than its former stagnation." I paused for a moment, letting the vista settle in. "From this day forward, your family shall govern this domain."

I gestured toward the peak with a raised hand.

"The three fires positioned at the summit are my gift," I went on. "They are not merely for show; they are opportunities. Any individual brave enough to ascend that far and meditate within them can transcend the restrictions of their bloodline." I shifted my gaze toward them. "Those flames embody different aspects. A demon who pays close attention might find enlightenment in paths that were never intended for them."

"And should a truly remarkable talent emerge," I added, "they might even assimilate those aspects into their own internal comprehension. They won't just be borrowing power; they will make it their own."

Dorian attempted to speak but faltered. His throat constricted, forcing him to look away from the sprawling city before he could find his voice again.

"This... this changes everything," he finally managed to say.

Orobas moved forward, his expression one of shock, though his gaze remained firm.

"We have spent countless years trying to bypass the limitations of our blood," he noted. "Every previous method was either dangerously slow or demanded horrific sacrifices." He turned fully toward me. "What you have achieved here shatters those chains. This is more than a gift. It is a blessing that will resonate through the generations."

I gave a slight shake of my head.

"Do not overstate its importance," I said. "My goal was for Primus to depart Armus without lingering doubts. Now he is assured that his world will not falter in his absence." I lowered my hand. "That is sufficient for me."

I looked at the three of them one last time.

"Start the preparations for the fire and blood ritual," I commanded.

Before any response could be given, I raised my hand again.

Space distorted, and I sent the demons back down to the capital. Below us, shouts of confusion erupted, followed quickly by a wave of collective awe.

"Follow me," I told the trio.

The air rippled once more, and we vanished from the sky. A second later, we were standing deep beneath the earth, inside the most secluded chamber of the fortress.

The room was modest, barely large enough to be called a hall. The plain stone walls created a heavy, airtight atmosphere. There were no decorations, markings, or windows—only a single door that acted as both entry and exit. Despite its humble appearance, I had ensured this was the most fortified location in the entire stronghold. It was protected by overlapping layers of reinforced stone and spatial barriers.

Three stone pedestals stood at the center of the room in a triangular layout. They were currently vacant. The three demons turned slowly, observing the surroundings.

I walked forward. With a casual wave, three objects materialized in the air. They were luminous brown orbs, each encased in a thin, translucent silver film. They hovered in silence, emitting a sense of highly compressed power.

With another slight gesture, I led them toward the pedestals. Each orb floated down and came to rest above a podium, suspended as if waiting for a command.

"These are for you, Orobas," I stated calmly.

"They are weapons of a specialized nature," I continued. "Created through one of my skills, each is encased in sealed space and subjected to an incredibly slowed flow of time."

I met his eyes directly.

"At their current stability, they can last for over a century. However, should they be unsealed by force," I warned, "the resulting detonation is powerful enough to vaporize a Level 350 Transcendent. Together, they could even inflict grave injuries upon a level 400."

Further explanation was unnecessary. Each orb held enough concentrated destruction to wipe the capital off the map. They were not intended as tools for common use; they were ultimate guarantees for the security of Primus’s family in times of dire need.