My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 699: The Plan

The glow intensified, its hues merging into a singular, jarring radiance as a foreign aura began to seep forth—chilly, immense, and fundamentally unnatural. The response from the abominations was instantaneous. Roaring as one, thousands of twisted creatures trembled, their frames reacting to a command that seemed to bypass the very concept of sound.

Saleos shifted his gaze toward the towering structure.

A scoff escaped his lips.

The sound was low and full of disdain, vibrating through the emptiness like an open provocation. He remained entirely unimpressed by whatever entity watched from that height or whatever presence had been disturbed.

Without a second look, Saleos flickered back to his original post at the rear of the demon army. His aura vanished instantly, as if the previous display of power had never occurred.

As he took his place, the tower's luminance faded.

The monstrous abominations fell silent.

The rhythm of the battlefield returned to its usual state, treating the massive disturbance as nothing more than a fleeting shudder in the air.

However, I had witnessed everything.

My eyes narrowed as my mind began to process the implications.

That wasn't some random event; it was a deliberate communication. It was a silent dialogue between two formidable powers who were perfectly aware of each other's strength.

’We can’t stay here,’ I conveyed to Knight through our mental link, my voice tense. ’We’ve been noticed.’

Knight offered no disagreement.

’That punch wasn’t meant to miss,’ he noted with a grim tone.

I gave a sharp nod.

’Let’s move. Now.’

Losing no time, I shifted our location once more, accelerating away from the core layer and heading toward the third layer at maximum speed. As the chaos of the battlefield receded behind us, I kept my senses extended to their limit, scanning for any signs of pursuit.

We had gathered sufficient information for the time being.

When we arrived back at Dravon’s residence, the exterior appeared undisturbed. The three Transcendent demons remained at their posts, their auras tightly reined in as they monitored both the perimeter and the building itself. They hadn't shifted their positions, nor had they lowered their guard.

I glided back inside without causing a ripple in the air, sending Knight away before I was seen.

Ten seconds later, the door moved aside and Dravon entered, a laugh already on his face as if the carnage outside was of no concern.

"Haha, I’ve arrived," he declared, his voice ringing with a casual confidence that felt at odds with the underlying pressure of the room.

Mazikeen trailed a step behind, her usual silence intact as her sharp gaze swept the area. She missed nothing.

Dravon’s eyes moved from Primus to Steve, then to North and Aurora. His grin faltered slightly.

"Where is the boss?" he inquired.

I emerged from the bedroom, stepping into the main hall.

"I see you arrived on time," I remarked with a calm expression.

Dravon’s attention snapped to me instantly. For a fleeting moment, his frame went rigid, as though he hadn't expected me to appear from that direction. He eventually relaxed, letting out a long breath.

"Yeah," he muttered, scratching at the nape of his neck. "One hour went by too fast."

Mazikeen gave him a brief look before turning her focus back to me.

"So," Dravon added, straightening his back, "should we begin the discussion?"

I gave a simple nod.

With a flick of my wrist, Essence swirled and solidified in the center of the room. Stone surged up from the reinforced floor, reshaping itself into a polished, circular table. Chairs manifested shortly after, firm and stable, each set at a deliberate distance from the others.

"Come. Sit," I invited.

The group abandoned their pretenses of being busy and gathered around the table for the meeting.

Dravon paused for a fraction of a second before taking his seat. Mazikeen sat by his side, her posture perfect and her hands resting quietly on the surface.

"There is something you need to understand first," Dravon began. "This battlefield does not follow any schedule."

Steve chimed in. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the fighting never truly stops," Dravon explained. "But once every day, there is a gap. Roughly an hour. Sometimes less. Sometimes a little more. The assault from the other side slows down or pulls back entirely."

"Because of the Eternal," I observed.

Dravon nodded in agreement. "Yes. The break does not come from us. It comes from them. We react to it, not the other way around. When the Eternal decides to pause, the battlefield breathes."

Aurora leaned back against her chair. "And that’s when you want to grab Saleos."

"Exactly," Dravon confirmed. "That one-hour window is the only time the core layer loosens even slightly. Patrols are reduced. Domains are withdrawn. Attention shifts to recovery and reorganization."

North crossed her arms over her chest. "If the window is random, how do we prepare?"

"You don’t," Dravon answered flatly. "You stay ready at all times. When it happens, you move immediately."

I remained quiet, allowing him to elaborate.

Dravon let out a slow exhale. "My plan is simple. During that break, you remove Saleos from the core layer and bring him to a secured residence I can arrange in the second layer."

Steve lifted an eyebrow. "You already have a place ready?"

"I have several," Dravon stated. "Safe houses meant for emergency command transfers. Shielded. Isolated. Cut off from standard communication."

"And you’ll be there waiting," I noted.

"Yes," Dravon said. "I will already be inside when you arrive. That way, when Saleos wakes up, he sees a familiar face first. Not strangers."

"That’s smart," North commented softly.

Dravon bowed his head slightly. "Fear makes people defensive. Familiarity makes them listen."

Aurora let out a small smile. "Awww."

Dravon ignored her and pushed forward. "Once he’s there, we talk. You explain what you intend to do. You show him what you can do, if needed. But we do not drag this out."

"How long?" I questioned.

"Minutes," Dravon insisted. "Not hours. The longer Saleos is gone, the higher the chance the Eternal notices the imbalance. If that happens, the retaliation will be brutal."

Primus scowled. "So if we fail—"

Dravon cut him off. "We lose thousands because of a single mistake."

Dravon locked eyes with me. "There is one more thing."

I held his gaze. "Go on."

"I cannot help you take him," he admitted. "I am not competent enough for that. So the kidnapping is entirely on you. How you do it, how you restrain him, how you move him, that is your responsibility. I will not ask, and I will not know."

Aurora let out a soft chuckle. "Very clean."

"Very necessary," Dravon corrected her. "If this works, I can protect you politically. If it fails, I can deny involvement."

I gave a slow nod of understanding. "You want control without exposure."

Dravon didn't bother to deny it. "I want this rift closed. That is all."

I leaned back. "And if Saleos refuses to listen?"

Dravon faltered for the first time, hesitating for a mere heartbeat.

"Then you let him go," he said. "Alive. Unharmed. We return to the stalemate."

Aurora tilted her head to the side. "You don’t sound convinced."

"I’m not," Dravon confessed. "But I am willing to gamble. Because doing nothing guarantees loss."

My finger tapped against the stone table once. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

The eyes of everyone in the room turned toward me.

"We’ll handle the removal," I stated calmly. "You prepare the place. When the break comes tomorrow, we move."

"I hope this works," he murmured at last, his voice dropping in volume. "I hope you can really do what you think you can. Our situation at this rift is bad," he added. "But if you scale this up to the entire galaxy, you’ll understand how desperate things truly are. This isn’t just one battlefield. It’s a slow collapse happening everywhere at once."

There was no hostility in his tone now, nor any pretense of authority. Only a mixture of deep fatigue and grim determination.

He stood straight, recomposing himself, and gave a single nod. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

With those final words, he turned and exited, leaving the room in silence.