My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 701: Ready For The Heist

Dravon arrived the following morning and, without much conversation, guided us to the location he had arranged.

The site was hidden deep within the second layer, tucked away from primary travel routes and far from the hubs where the injured were treated. From an external perspective, it appeared to be nothing more than a standard reinforced storage bunker, indistinguishable from the countless others dotting the layer.

Massive slabs of obsidian stone floated in unison, stabilized by thick Essence bindings. There were no identifying marks or insignias. It was a structure designed solely for durability.

The interior felt desolate and forgotten.

Shattered weapons were piled against the walls, while dented armor plates, some still stained with dried blood, lay discarded in the corners. Scraps of broken machinery and construction debris occupied another section of the room. The air was stagnant. This was not a dwelling for the living; it was a graveyard for things meant to be erased from memory.

"This is where you want him brought?" I inquired, scanning the perimeter of the room.

Dravon gave a short nod. "No one comes here unless they’re ordered to. Even then, they don’t stay long."

That was sufficient for my needs.

I turned my attention to Aurora. "You stay here."

She arched an eyebrow in response. "You’re not bringing me?"

"No," I answered flatly. "This will be fast. Grab and run. I need you here in case he acts out once he’s brought in."

Aurora offered a smile, the sort that typically made people feel uneasy. "Then I’ll make sure he behaves."

Korvath moved to a wall and took up his post, arms crossed and silent as a statue. Mazikeen stood by the entrance, her hand hovering near her weapon. Dravon surveyed the room one final time before meeting my gaze.

"Be careful," he whispered.

I nodded and retreated, allowing the fabric of space to fold around my form.

As I exited the bunker, the sensation hit me immediately.

The observers.

Three Transcendent demons had been tasked with monitoring us since our arrival. They weren't being clumsy or hiding poorly; they simply hadn't anticipated that I would acknowledge their presence so blatantly.

Two of them adjusted their positions as I departed, their Essence signatures trailing behind me. The third remained stationary near the bunker, masquerading as just another guard on a standard rotation.

I gave no sign of noticing them.

I navigated through the second layer, heading back toward the core. I reduced my speed there, dissolving into the constant Essence fluctuations and spatial disturbances. In this place, battles never truly ended; they merely paused before resuming.

I secured a vantage point high above the demon battalions, tucked within a pocket of warped space where previous explosions had scarred the void too severely for any clean scanning methods to detect me.

Then, I waited.

Hours ticked by.

Thirteen hours, to be exact.

In that span, the Eternal forces surged forward repeatedly. Waves of living abominations rushed ahead, led by Phantoms that distorted space with every stride. Each time, the demon legions retaliated, tightening their formations and firing their weapons in synchronized patterns.

Unexpectedly, the Eternal side would retreat.

Every single time.

And every time it happened, the demon forces held their ground, waiting, knowing that giving chase was a trap.

Saleos remained at the rear of the demon formation throughout the entire ordeal.

He never budged.

Phegor stood by his side. Together, they watched like predators waiting for a specific crack to appear in the enemy's resolve.

Eventually, the moment arrived.

The Eternal forces pulled back entirely.

It wasn't a true retreat, but a temporary lull. An uneasy silence settled over the battlefield. Power levels in weapons dropped slightly, and rigid formations began to loosen. The one-hour window had officially opened.

I made my move.

The first observer never sensed my approach.

I materialized behind him and clamped my hand around his throat. My Essence flooded into him, paralyzing his body instantly. His limbs locked, and his cognitive functions ceased. I suppressed his internal Essence flow just enough to neutralize him, then forced his consciousness into a deep slumber.

Instead of letting the body float away, I took him with me as I blinked behind the second observer.

I appeared behind him just as he began to turn and buried my fist into his midsection. The strike was silent, as noise was unnecessary. His Essence imploded, and he lost consciousness before the sensation of pain could even reach his brain.

Right then, I felt it.

It was a shift so minute that most would have overlooked it. My perception had been locked onto Saleos without a second of interruption, which is the only reason I caught the change. His posture altered by the smallest margin—not a head turn, not even a glance. There was only a subtle tightening of his shoulders. His breath caught for a fraction of a second longer than usual, as if his instincts had reacted before his conscious mind could intervene.

He had noticed me. A faint smile touched my lips.

So, he really was that perceptive. He was feigning ignorance, using the ambient noise of the battlefield and the chaos of the void to mask his scrutiny.

That was all the confirmation I required.

I established a spatial pocket around myself, completely masking my presence, and summoned my pair of subordinates.

"Knight. Lyrate," I summoned them.

They emerged from the summoning circle, fully prepared for combat.

"You know what to do right?" I asked, looking toward them.

"Of course. I am eager to act," Lyrate answered.

I gave a single nod and teleported the unconscious demons away, stashing them in a vacant area beneath one of the rest platforms. There, their signatures would be swallowed by the general chaos of the battlefield, leaving no ripples significant enough to attract attention.

My focus then shifted back to Saleos.

He remained exactly where he had been, hovering behind the demon lines like an immovable monument. Phegor was his only companion. The rest of the demons were already withdrawing, drifting slowly from the void as the combat ceased. Orders were being relayed, and the strict formations were breaking apart. The one-hour window was in effect.

It was the ideal opportunity.

Despite my outward composure, my pulse quickened. I could feel the tension building within me, sharp and concentrated. Saleos knew. There was no question. His Essence remained stable, but his focus was too deliberate to be accidental.

He knew I was coming for him.

And he was aware that I knew he was waiting.

That unspoken understanding lingered between us, pulled tight across the void like a wire under tension. I smiled thinly while observing him from the darkness, my senses never wavering from his figure.

Only one simple question remained.

Would he fight back?

Or would he play along... only to try and flip the script on me later?

Regardless of his choice, I was prepared.