My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 739: Lets Go Party

The talk around the table shifted the instant the weighty subject came up.

A general was in the midst of recounting a tale, goblet clutched tightly, his tone gravelly from mirth. "—and by the stars, that rift was so volatile it hurled bolts of lightning every which way. My initial mission. I figured death would claim me before facing any foe."

Kharzun chuckled briefly. "That paled in comparison. You ought to witness the third invasion by the Red Verge. Identical rift, but years apart." He eased back a bit. "I was youthful then. Believed I was sharp. A lass in the team caught my eye. Quick-witted. Swift. Her grin hinted at secrets you couldn't guess."

"And she held them indeed," another general remarked with dry wit.

Kharzun huffed. "She betrayed us right in the thick of battle. Activated an anchor from a safe distance away from me. Half our team disappeared before I grasped the chaos."

The other general shook his head. "You always picked the wrong ones."

A subdued wave of chuckles followed. Kharzun even grinned, raising his cup in feigned surrender. "Perhaps. Yet I made it through. Picked up lessons fast afterward."

"Pain teaches best," one general noted.

"Provided you endure it," Kharzun countered.

The mirth died down on its own.

I bided my time until the timing suited.

Then I voiced my words.

"I have a request."

Kharzun glanced up from his beverage. "Speak it."

"One in my team," I stated steadily. "Primus. He hails from Armus originally. His old companion attends this evening."

Saleos stayed still, yet his focus intensified. A different general creased his brow faintly.

"She aligns with Zerathul now," I went on. "Her name is Lana."

The revelation hit hard.

Kharzun's face remained neutral. "Zerathul," he echoed. "One of our commanders."

"Correct," I affirmed. "I plan to retrieve her alongside Primus."

"What if Zerathul resists?" a general inquired.

"I’ll manage it," I answered.

Kharzun eyed me intently. "What exactly does that entail?"

"It entails," I responded coolly, "that without his meddling, she departs without fuss. Should he meddle, I end him and she departs regardless."

I aimed to avoid any uproar at the table, so I just delivered the statement plainly.

The chamber went still.

Saleos even shifted his gaze a touch, locking eyes on me fully.

When Kharzun spoke next, his voice dropped. "You realize Zerathul's position."

"I do," I confirmed.

"He lacks no strength."

"I’m aware."

"Slaying him carries repercussions," Kharzun pressed on.

"Indeed," I conceded. "Possibly."

A prolonged silence ensued. It lingered heavily. No one summoned their might. No one confronted me directly.

At last, Kharzun breathed out deliberately.

"The Demon Monarch stays out of such affairs," he declared. "We have no plans to intervene either."

He scanned the other generals. None raised dissent.

"Should you proceed," he went on, "it’s your action alone."

"That works for me," I said.

"The results," he tacked on, "fall squarely on you."

I nodded slightly. "Clear."

"Then it’s yours to resolve," Kharzun concluded. "Handle it as you deem best."

The verdict dropped like a heavy weight.

I rose. "Appreciated."

Nothing halted me as I exited the room beside Saleos.

The doors swung open to warmth, clamor, and bustle. The festivities raged on vigorously, unaware of how near it had veered toward utter disruption.

"Why hold back from blocking me?" I questioned while we moved. "Zerathul ranks as your commander. Fellow demons won’t approve of my meddling."

Saleos kept his gaze forward. "I’ve explained before. We believe he’s a turncoat. Proof eludes us still."

I shot him a look.

"If Zerathul invites disaster via folly and desire," Saleos stated evenly, "we won’t rush to salvage his mess."

I eyed him askance.

"We recognize that woman’s ability," he mentioned.

That surprised me. "You were aware?"

"If Zerathul spotted it," Saleos noted, "don’t think the generals overlooked it."

"So why no action yet?"

"Since it poses no instant threat," he explained. "For her to drain effectively, the target must drop guards on purpose. I reckon her spouse did. That’s why Zerathul thinks he can control her."

Saleos halted briefly, then appended, "He’s cunning like a viper."

I nodded thoughtfully.

"Fine," I said. "I’ll resolve your issue for you."

Saleos let out a quiet laugh. "My advice? Lure him to the untamed region of the world. Events in the wilds remain there."

He veered off, blending seamlessly into the corridor's throng.

I observed his departure, then allowed a faint grin to appear before merging back with the gathering.

North spotted me right away. She deciphered my look instantly and held back queries.

Lyrate cocked her head a little, curiosity sparking in her eyes. Steve engaged in a heated debate with a Feran.

Primus turned toward me.

"Time to move," I declared.

He appeared startled but trailed after me as I strode ahead.

We traversed the hall side by side, attracting stares yet facing no blocks. Zerathul lingered in his previous spot, chatting with two demons as Lana stayed close, stance poised, gaze watchful.

I drew near at a relaxed stride.

"Commander Zerathul," I greeted amiably. "Having a good time at the feast?"

He pivoted, a flash of astonishment crossing his features before calm resumed. "Billion," he replied. "I am. Dragos celebrates triumphs with flair."

"I’ve heard as much," I shot back. "Truth be told, I considered General Kharzun’s prior idea."

His gaze sharpened subtly. "What idea?"

"Exploring the savage portion of the planet," I mentioned. "They say it’s... freer."

Lana’s grip on his arm firmed just a bit.

Zerathul assessed me, then eyed Primus, then returned to me. Realization dawned.

"You seek a guide," he uttered deliberately.

"I do," I confirmed. "And you fit the bill."

For an instant, the hall's din enveloped us. Zerathul’s Essence rippled faintly, controlled yet vigilant.

Then he grinned.

"Agreed," he said. "I’ll lead you."

Lana glanced up at him keenly. He pressed her hand briefly, whether to comfort or claim, unclear.

"We leave soon," Zerathul tacked on.

I nodded. "Eager for it."

As we stepped aside, the revelry pulsed onward behind us, blind to the night's sudden pivot.

Dragos harbored its feral edge.

And we were set to plunge in.