My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 675: Preparations

The demons of Armus were still grappling with the chaos of the war’s end—the mourning, the disbelief, the collapse of established regimes, and the radical reshaping of their capital—when a new declaration sent shockwaves through the realm.

The Blood and Fire Ritual had been moved to an earlier date.

Word traveled fast. This ceremony was no minor affair; it stood as one of Armus's most ancient and revered traditions, occurring once every five years. Demons from across the globe would undertake massive pilgrimages to the capital for a chance to participate. Eligibility was restricted to the elite, specifically Masters and Grandmasters who occupied the top thousand ranks of level and power. Furthermore, entry was meaningless unless a demon already held a significant degree of insight into Fire laws.

Historically, the ritual spanned seven full days and functioned through a direct link with the world core.

However, Armus was a world transformed.

The world core was now under my control.

This time, the decree came with rigid modifications. Prospective attendees were granted a mere two days to reach the capital. Participation was strictly limited to the Bloodreavers. Moreover, the ceremony’s duration was slashed from seven days to just three.

The intent behind the message was transparent. This wasn't a time for festivities; it was a time for mobilization.

Orobas delivered the address to the world himself. His tone was resolute and blunt, ensuring his words were unmistakable. After detailing the logistical shifts, he spoke of the capital’s new architecture and, crucially, the three fires burning at its summit. These flames were reserved for those daring enough to test their boundaries and transcend their current Cultivation.

That solitary announcement set Armus ablaze with fervor.

Demons previously paralyzed by sorrow and uncertainty found a renewed sense of purpose. Ambition swept across the lands. Even the Ronics, despite being excluded from the ritual, came forward to petition for the right to at least ascend the steps of the great fortress.

Following a short deliberation, Orobas gave his consent.

The stairs were declared open to every demon, regardless of their faction.

As for me, the ritual’s true value was found in a different area.

Blood laws.

The specific essence I had detected within the world core did not originate from a common source. It radiated an aura that was both primordial and immense. I planned to attend the ritual personally, not to seek the fire, but to play the role of an observer.

I was curious to see the System’s method of operation.

Would the ceremony establish a direct bridge to the world core? What kind of system allowed for such massive interaction? Was Armus bound to the System by a contract, or had the world’s very nature been modified to facilitate this?

My mind was filled with inquiries.

Unfortunately, neither Orobas nor the historical archives of Armus provided definitive answers. The extent of their knowledge was limited: long ago, a demonic ancestor who had nearly attained Saint level established the ritual. With the System’s help, he had enhanced the world core and left this legacy behind.

*****

Two days slipped by, and the morning of the ritual arrived.

The four of us were prepared.

We gathered in Primus’s quarters. Projections, scrolls, and ancient records hovered in the air as we reviewed the data Primus had compiled regarding the rift we would enter once the ritual concluded. Outside, the capital was already buzzing with activity.

Primus lounged in his seat, swirling a dark liquid in his glass as he spoke.

“There is a long-held conviction,” he remarked, “or perhaps a hypothesis is more accurate, regarding the ritual’s mechanics. Physical evolution is intrinsically linked to blood. During this event, Blood Laws are amplified to a staggering degree. That resonance triggers a direct physical reaction.” He paused to choose his words carefully. “Those with physical talents, body-type traits, or refined body techniques stand to gain the most.”

“Regarding Fire Laws,” he added, “they affect the body in a comparable way, though the impact on demons is far more profound. Other races can feel it, but it’s nothing compared to our kind, with the exception of fire elementals.” A thin smile touched his lips. “They usually have to pay an exorbitant fee just to be present.”

He then shifted his gaze toward me.

“And because of you, we’re losing out on that revenue this time.”

I gave a simple shrug. “It doesn’t matter. You can just double the price next time.”

He chuckled briefly and took a swallow of his drink.

“In any case,” I said, “I won’t be joining you for the ritual. There are things I need to investigate on my own. I’ll be elsewhere during the proceedings.”

He gave a nod. “Understood. You know your own priorities.”

Steve, who had been sitting quietly to the side, leaned in.

“I don’t think the fire aspect is for me,” he admitted. “But I’m interested to see if the Blood Laws can trigger some form of evolution.” He hesitated before asking, “Also... did Aurora say anything about training me in lightning?”

Steve had requested Aurora’s help with his lightning techniques. She had rejected him on the spot, right after Steve turned down the name she had proposed for our group.

I looked his way. “She said she’ll train you if you consent to the name she picked.”

Steve let out a groan. “Are you serious? Why is she being so childish? That name is awful.”

North, who had been listening in silence, tilted her head curiously. “What name did she suggest?”

Steve replied instantly. “Pantheon of Legends.”

I considered it for a moment.

“To be honest,” I said, “I think it sounds quite good.”

Steve stared at me in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’m not,” I answered evenly. “It has gravitas. It sounds like something that would stick in people’s minds.”

Primus immediately shook his head in disapproval. “No. I’m not a fan.”

Steve pointed at him. “See? Even he agrees with me.”

Primus crossed his arms over his chest. “It sounds like it was written by someone who tries too hard to be dramatic.”

“Whether the name suits you or not,” I continued, “is a matter between you and Aurora. I’m staying out of it. Just don’t come complaining to me when she won’t train you.”

“I like it,” North chimed in, nodding her approval of the name.

“That’s not the point,” Steve countered immediately. “These are two different issues. She shouldn’t be using the name to blackmail us.” He stood up with a scoff. “This is our first organization. I want a name that’s actually good, something we all agree on, not just her.”

He turned his attention back to me. “Why don’t you talk to her?”

“I will,” I promised. “Once the ritual is finished, I’ll ask her to train you.” I paused, adding with a slight smirk, “Though I suspect she might be a bit rough on you during practice since you hated her name.”

“I can handle it,” Steve said with a serious expression. “Don’t worry. I’ve got enough charm to win over someone like her.”

“Not a chance,” North said, smiling. “She might act like a calm, wise sage, but she’s more volatile than Lyrate. Lyrate wears her heart on her sleeve. Aurora hides everything. That makes her the dangerous one.” She looked at Steve. “I think she might actually break your mind.”

Steve quirked an eyebrow. “You really think so?” He grinned. “Fine, North. Challenge accepted. Let’s see who ends up losing their mind first—her or me.”