My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 700: This Is Revenge

After finishing his piece, he turned around and exited, leaving a heavy silence in the chamber.

A moment passed before Mazikeen stood to follow Dravon, though she paused at the threshold. At first, she avoided our gaze. Her grip tightened slowly before she finally looked back toward us.

"This rift took most of my kin from me," she whispered.

There was no tremor in her voice, but that lack of emotion made her words more chilling.

"Mother, father. Siblings. My cousins. All of them are gone." She took a hard swallow. "And I am not unique. Thousands here share my story. There are demons whose entire bloodlines and histories have been erased."

Her expression grew cold as her gaze drifted past us, toward the rift’s location.

"From the moment that Eternal anchored himself there with his tower, he has never moved. He simply observes. He is like a blade plunged directly into our hearts." Her breathing became heavy and labored. "We engage in battle every day. We perish every day. And every day, we pray that someone will finally strike back with enough force to change our fate."

She stopped for a beat, then uttered a final word as if it were etched into her very soul.

"Revenge."

With that, she turned and departed.

The room remained still, filled with a pressure that felt like it was crushing one's chest.

North broke the silence. Rising slowly with a set jaw, she clenched her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Billion," she declared. "We have to do this."

I gave a single nod.

"We will," I answered. Mental images of the war zone flickered through my head. The fallen. The injured. The immovable tower. "We are going to wipe them out. Entirely."

I pushed away from the table and headed toward my quarters, my blood still simmering from the sights of the core layer.

This had become more than just a mission. It was personal.

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I sat in solitude within the room, letting the rest of the group go about their business. I required quiet and time. Saleos was not an opponent I could face without a plan.

The memory of that lone strike he had unleashed earlier played on a loop in my mind. The velocity. The sheer mass behind the blow. The way the fabric of space itself fractured upon impact. It revealed enough for me to realize his potential was immense, though I still didn't know the true extent of his power.

There was another detail that bothered me even more.

How had he detected Knight and me?

We were perfectly concealed. Yet, the second he focused, he had zeroed in on our location with terrifying precision. That wasn't just raw instinct. It indicated a high level of perception and awareness.

I made a mental note to interrogate him directly once we had him captured.

Until that time, preparation was my priority.

I calmed my breathing and began drawing Essence from the core. It surged into my Meridians, thick and responsive. Without hesitation, I pushed my limits.

My objective was straightforward: I would elevate every primary attribute beyond the 7000 mark.

I began with Constitution.

As soon as the threshold was crossed, my body underwent a violent reaction. I encountered a surge of resistance, as if I had slammed into a barrier I wasn't supposed to reach yet. My skeleton vibrated. My muscles seized and then relaxed as they underwent a structural transformation. It felt as though my entire frame was being reinforced from within.

My internal organs followed suit. Heart, lungs, and vessels—everything grew more resilient, stable, and durable. I could sense that my body would now withstand far greater force than it could previously.

The most significant shift, however, occurred within my Essence channels.

They expanded.

The change wasn't massive, but it was enough to make the flow feel more fluid and less constrained. Essence traveled with minimal friction. The channels also felt more robust, as if my physique had finally accepted that a higher output was the new standard.

Next, I focused on Strength.

The transformation this time was instant and visceral. My muscles tightened with newfound intent. Every fiber felt more compact and heavy, brimming with stored energy. As I closed my fist, the surrounding air vibrated slightly, reacting to a pressure I hadn't even exerted yet.

It wasn't merely brute force; it was mastery.

I could sense exactly how much power to deploy without wasting a single drop of energy. If I were to strike now, the impact wouldn't just be massive—it would be surgical.

Then I moved to Dexterity.

A sense of lightness washed over me even as my strength increased. Actions that used to require conscious thought became reflexive. My balance adjusted itself instinctively. My joints moved with greater fluidity, and my reflexes became razor-sharp. I could already envision how much easier navigating chaotic space would be, where momentum is a tool and direction is irrelevant.

Finally, I addressed Psynapse.

This felt different from the others.

As I channeled Essence into it, my consciousness seemed to expand. Thoughts stacked on top of each other without interference. Information was processed faster and more clearly. My awareness sharpened further, and I felt the radius of my perception grow.

The moment I surpassed seven thousand, my insight deepened. The Laws became more vivid—not necessarily in their definitions, but in how they functioned. I could sense the warping of space before it actually shifted. I felt the reaction of Essence before it surged. Even intent itself left a detectable trail.

I let out a slow breath, opened my eyes, and allowed the Essence to stabilize.

My body felt dense, powerful, and rooted. My mind was tranquil yet dangerous.

"This feels good," I whispered, rolling my shoulder to test my body's new equilibrium.

There was no lingering pain or instability. Everything felt firm and grounded, as if my physical form had finally risen to match the weight of my resolve. However, I didn't dwell on the sensation. Power without mastery was pointless in this place.

My focus shifted back to Saleos.

Extracting him would be a challenge. Even if Dravon gave him fair warning, I was certain Saleos wouldn't go quietly. A demon who had defended a rift for that long would never submit to being bound without attempting to flip the script. He would test me. He would probe for flaws. And the instant he spotted a weakness, he would strike.

I couldn't permit that.

If I was going to capture him, then the moment I laid hands on him, the outcome had to be certain. There could be no room for a struggle or a counterattack.

With that resolution, I shut my eyes and turned my focus inward.

The physical world dissolved as my soul space materialized around me.

The boundless ocean was still, its surface catching glimmering lights from above. My soul stood at the center, immense and motionless, a quiet sentinel overseeing everything I was and everything I could become.

I allowed my consciousness to dive deeper.

Moving my gaze from the massive figure to the waters below, I reached into the depths with a focused thought.

The water began to churn.

Slowly, the time rune emerged from the sea, glowing droplets falling from it as it ascended to float before me.

I sat cross-legged in front of the rune and regulated my breathing. Time was unlike the other laws. It didn't scream or burn; it simply observed. I slowed my thoughts until even the passage of seconds felt like a distant concept. The rune spun slowly, each rotation unveiling layers of complexity—cause linked to effect, and movement tied to sequence.

I didn't attempt to seize comprehension by force. Instead, I listened. I felt the transition between moments, the fragile link connecting one split second to the next. Saleos’s strike. My retreat. The tower’s reaction. Every occurrence had left its signature upon time.