My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 694: Exploring The Battlefield

With a lift of my hand, I summoned Knight to my side.

The summoning circle emitted a soft glow as he emerged, maintaining his typical composed demeanor. His tail flicked with a slow, rhythmic motion while his eyes scanned the perimeter of the room.

"Oh," he remarked, a slight curl appearing on his lips. "It seems we have already entered the zone."

I gave a nod. "Yeah. And it’s worse than I imagined. It’s insane."

Interest sharpened Knight’s gaze. "Sounds like a place worth exploring."

"That’s exactly what I was thinking," I answered. "Just you and me. We'll scout the area privately. No attention. No traces left behind. We’ll need to hide ourselves properly."

A faint grin touched his features. "That does sound fun."

"There’s a catch," I pointed out. "Three Transcendent demons are keeping watch outside. I will tell the entire story to you while we explore."

Knight nodded once, his expression turning instantly serious. "Then we move clean."

Rising from the bed, I said, "Let’s go."

The space surrounding us folded inward.

In a heartbeat, we had vanished from the interior of the bunker.

We materialized silently behind one of the concealed demons. I was positioned so closely that I could sense the faint rhythm of his breathing and the slow pulse of his Essence. He sat cross-legged against a jagged slab of reinforced stone, his presence fully suppressed as his eyes remained fixed on the building we had just vacated.

He never sensed us.

Knight and I stood there, motionless—shadows merging with shadows while the distant hum of the battlefield chaos vibrated in the air.

I stopped holding back and allowed my perception to spread completely. It surged outward in every direction, cutting through the battlefield's disorder until my senses provided a clear map of the entire region.

Navigating this area undetected was a challenge. Essence was in a state of constant surge, crashing into spatial distortions born from ongoing combat, reinforcements, and emergency transport maneuvers. The fabric of space itself was unstable here. However, that very instability worked in our favor. Because fluctuations were occurring everywhere, minor spatial ripples went unnoticed by observers.

I pinpointed a nearby cargo vessel drifting through the third layer and teleported us both directly onto its upper hull. Upon arrival, I immediately folded space around us to shield our presence from the ship’s sensors. Moments like these served as a reminder of why mastering the Space Law was so vital. Infiltration became a simple task when space itself obeyed your will.

As the vessel maintained its path, I began briefed Knight on the details: our arrangement with Dravon, the situation regarding Commander Saleos, and the reasons for our caution.

Knight listened in silence, his tail swaying as he monitored our environment. "So what exactly are we looking for?" he inquired eventually.

Our hijacked transport drifted away from a massive, anchored asteroid toward a cluster of larger complexes. Judging by the concentrated life force gathered there, it was clearly an infirmary zone.

"There are several things," I explained. "First, an escape route. If everything goes wrong, I want a clean way out. Second, we watch for spies or traitors among the demons. If we find any, we capture them quietly and interrogate them. Third, we locate Saleos and the other key figures managing this rift. If they turn hostile, we need to know who to neutralize first. And finally..." I hesitated briefly. "I want to see if there’s a way to slip into the other side."

Knight let out a low whistle. "That’s thorough. This won’t be quick."

"That’s fine," I replied. "Aurora can keep Dravon busy. I asked for an hour. We’ll take two, then meet up."

Knight gave a nod, his focus shifting forward toward the distant radiance ahead. The shifting colors of the rift’s light stained everything in sight.

"I knew rifts were big," he remarked softly, "but I never imagined something like this."

I looked where he was looking. The battlefield seemed to stretch forever, with layered defenses encircling the void and fleets circulating like blood through veins. Its sheer scale made the capital of Armus look small by comparison.

"The instinct to survive drives people to extremes," I noted. "Constructing a fortress around a force that intends to consume your universe is one of those extremes."

"All right," Knight said finally. "I’ll move ahead on my own. I’ll keep my exploration limited to the second layer. I don’t trust myself to stay completely hidden if I step into the core layer without you backing me."

I nodded in agreement. "That’s the right call."

Shadows swirled around him. A moment later, his figure blurred and vanished from the top of the cargo ship. I maintained a thin thread of perception on him as he departed, heading toward a secluded floating structure on the outer rim of the third layer.

With him gone, I released a slow breath.

I pushed my perception even further, sorting through the massive influx of information entering my mind. The area was vast—significantly larger than my initial estimate. The battlefield's scale was more than just intimidating; it felt oppressive. Every sector I scanned seemed thick with intent, preparation, and imminent violence.

Breaking out of this place would be no simple feat.

This wasn't merely a defensive perimeter. It was a cage.

The third layer alone was daunting. Massive artillery pieces were anchored to floating platforms, all calibrated toward the rift with surgical precision. Their cores hummed with the tension of fully charged, restrained power.

Even without them firing, the pressure they exerted on the local Essence was palpable. If those batteries were triggered simultaneously, the resulting force would be sufficient to vaporize a Saint-level being entirely.

And those were only the stationary defenses.

Patrols circulated through all three layers with relentless consistency. They followed disciplined routes with overlapping coverage and established response protocols. I quickly calculated their strength. There were at least hundreds of thousands. The lowest-ranking among them were Grandmasters. Above them stood veteran Transcendents, many of whom were rotating through duty cycles just like Dravon.

This was not the kind of battlefield you could simply flee from when things turned sour.

If we were caught and attempted to force an exit, the retaliation would be instantaneous. It wouldn't just be local units; reinforcements would be summoned directly from demon headquarters. More powerful demons—ones who would show no hesitation.

I slowly clenched my fist.

Currently, there was only one realistic path for escape.

Dravon.

As long as we remained connected to him, using his presence and authority as a shield, we could navigate freely. The second we broke away in the open, we would be labeled as threats on the same level as the Eternals.

Any other tactic—whether it be forced teleportation, massive spatial shifts, or direct combat—would set off alarms loud enough to attract the attention of entities I wasn't ready to face.

I exhaled once more, centering my thoughts.