My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 681: Back To Shenzhou
Previously on My Talent's Name Is Generator...
Our departure from Armus was not immediate.
Initially, we soared toward the east, traversing the clouds to reach a different metropolis. This city lacked political influence but boasted immense economic power, serving as a hub for commerce, logistics, and the flow of information. It was here that Jarul’s family had established their foundations, with his son overseeing their interests during his father's absence.
Primus acted as our vanguard.
He was the only one whose identity remained visible. Steve, North, and I were draped in obsidian cloaks, our faces obscured by featureless masks. I lacked a specific motive for the disguise; it simply felt appropriate for the occasion.
We touched down at the city's perimeter and navigated through the elite sectors until a fortified manor came into view. The area surrounding the estate was crowded with storefronts bearing Jarul’s name, offering everything from high-grade weapons and armor to domestic luxuries like carpets and furniture.
A demon stood guard at the threshold, clearly assigned to welcome visitors. Dressed in modest yet pristine robes, he kept his posture humble and his gaze averted, only stealing a quick glance at Primus before bowing his head.
“Lord Primus,” he greeted with caution. “Your arrival was anticipated. This way, if you please.”
Without further pleasantries, he turned to escort us into the building.
The manor’s interior was hushed and systematic, prioritizing utility over ostentatious wealth. Detailed maps of Armus were pinned to the walls, charting supply chains, trade paths, and demographic data. It was evident that Jarul’s heir was a capable administrator.
Inside, a younger demon was waiting for us.
He possessed a tall, slender frame compared to his kin, characterized by crimson skin and horns that curved sharply backward. Though he maintained a composed demeanor, a subtle air of stress clung to him—the mark of one forced to shoulder heavy burdens prematurely.
The moment Primus entered his line of sight, he snapped to attention.
“Lord Primus,” he said, inclining his head. “I am Kharvek, son of Jarul.”
Primus offered a curt nod of recognition. “I see. You are younger than I expected.”
A flicker of a strained smile crossed Kharvek’s face. “Heavy duties tend to age a man.” He cast a look at the masked figures trailing Primus but refrained from prying. “Upon hearing of your visit, I cleared my schedule to receive you. Your presence here will undoubtedly bolster our commercial standing.”
Primus let out a quiet laugh. “Relax, boy. I bring news. Depending on your perspective, it will either bring you a fortune in business... or a mountain of trouble.”
Kharvek exhaled slowly and pointed toward the lounge. “Please, take a seat. If this involves Armus, I wish to discuss it thoroughly.”
We settled onto the couches surrounding a low table made of stone. Kharvek sat opposite Primus, his back straight and hands clasped, his sharp eyes focused. Despite his youth, he clearly possessed a keen mind.
Primus got straight to the point.
“I require your family’s primary base of operations to be relocated,” he stated bluntly. “Move it from this city to the capital of Armus. Position yourselves right next to the Bloodreaver estate.”
Kharvek went still for a brief moment.
“...That is a significant demand,” he replied carefully. “Our roots here are deep. Our contracts, routes, and our reputation for neutrality are all tied to this location. Relocating our core family will certainly spark curiosity.”
“That is precisely the intent,” Primus countered. “Armus is no longer some obscure world. The recent shifts will draw eyes. People will start congregating here in secret.” He leaned in. “And I need eyes on all of them.”
Kharvek’s expression grew more intense. “Eyes in what capacity?”
“I want you to keep watch over Armus,” Primus explained. “Everything. The changing political tides. Rising factions. Odd behaviors. Strange travelers. Any detail, no matter how small, that could impact the future.”
He paused before continuing, “You are to relay all intelligence to your father in Shenzhou. From there, the information will be passed to me.”
A heavy silence filled the room.
Kharvek leaned back, his thoughts visibly racing. “So, you intend for us to function as an intelligence center,” he concluded.
“Indeed,” Primus confirmed. “But keep it quiet.”
Kharvek drummed a claw against his seat. “And the level of discretion?”
“Absolute,” Primus stated. “No public declarations or banners. No open alliances. To the public, you are merely expanding your commercial reach toward the capital.”
Kharvek nodded slowly. “You want us to weave a web of informants within Armus. Merchants, messengers, even foreigners who are unaware they are serving us.”
A small smirk touched Primus’s lips. “You are finally thinking like your father.”
Kharvek sighed. “This path is treacherous. If we are exposed, we will be crushed between rival powers.”
“Armus will grant you protection,” Primus said firmly. “And so will I.”
The weight of that promise was undeniable.
After studying Primus for a long beat, Kharvek bowed his head. “Very well. We will proceed. I shall start the transition immediately. It will be a slow, silent move. By the time anyone notices our presence, the network will already be established.”
“Excellent,” Primus said. “Your father must receive every detail. No omissions. No personal interpretations.”
“I understand,” Kharvek answered. “Should Armus shift, you will be informed before the first whisper reaches the streets.”
Primus stood up. “Our business here is concluded.”
Kharvek rose and offered a respectful bow. “I will not disappoint you, Lord Primus.”
As we exited, I stole a final glance back.
Kharvek was already preparing a communication seal, his face etched with focus. He wasn't just moving an office.
He was creating a sensory network for Armus that would reach far beyond its own borders.
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We traveled back to the capital city.
Before reaching the teleportation center, I called forth my summons. I provided them with cloaks and masks that matched our own, which they donned without a word.
Only Primus walked with his face revealed. As we entered the hub, the atmosphere was palpably different. The location had lost its neutral status.
The platforms were draped in Bloodreaver colors. Heavily armed squads patrolled in formation. Every gate was under constant surveillance, with travelers undergoing rigorous inspections before being allowed to pass.
This was no longer a subtle influence; it was total dominion. When Primus approached, the sentries instantly stiffened.
Then, they dropped into bows.
Deep and full of reverence.
“Lord Primus,” a guard announced. “The gateway to Shenzhou has been prepared for you.”
Primus nodded. “Activate it.”
The portal surged with light, and we crossed the threshold.
The sensory overload of Shenzhou hit me instantly.
The moment we stepped through, a wall of sound hit me—a cacophony of various tongues, the rhythmic hum of machinery, and the heavy rumble of transport carts. Beings from countless different races flooded the broad avenues, moving with a chaotic energy.
As we walked into the open street, the din only intensified.
This was the essence of Shenzhou.
We maintained a tight formation as we walked. Despite our cloaks, we were conspicuous. Though we suppressed our auras, true power possesses a natural gravity. People moved out of our path instinctively, and nearby chatter died down as we passed.
Eventually, we arrived at a massive structure of reinforced stone and alloy.
A sign hung above the bay doors:
JARUL & SONS • INTERGALACTIC CARGO • FASTEST DELIVERY IN SHENZHOU
“We have returned,” I murmured.
We entered the facility. Just as before, Jarul was in the middle of the floor shouting instructions, until his gaze landed on Primus.
The giant demon stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened in shock, narrowed in scrutiny, and then widened again.
Suddenly, he erupted into laughter.
The booming sound echoed throughout the entire warehouse.
“Well, strike me down,” Jarul shouted, walking toward us. “Do I need to address you as Prince Primus now?”
Primus gave a dry snort. “Try it, and I’ll incinerate your favorite vessel.”
Jarul’s smile grew even broader. “So, you actually survived.”
“Regrettably so.”
Jarul slammed a heavy hand onto Primus’s shoulder, but then he paused, sensing a shift. “You’ve become much more powerful.”
“I have,” Primus confirmed.
Jarul scanned the rest of us, his gaze pausing briefly on our masks. He chose not to ask for explanations.
Instead, he gestured toward a heavy door at the back of the room.
“My office,” he commanded. “We have much to discuss.”
With that, we left the memory of Armus behind, moving deeper into the heart of the Blue Spiral Galaxy as we began to forge our own destiny toward the Prime Galaxy.