My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 741: Updated Abyss Core

Trouble struck before Zerathul could appear.

The shift in surrounding sounds caught my attention. Laughter echoing from close-by taverns turned irregular. Cheers from the arena faded, like focus had diverted elsewhere. Footsteps now sliced across the ground with intent, steady and calculated, rather than aimless or intoxicated.

Primus sensed it simultaneously. His stance shifted silently, his balance rooting firmly into position.

Whatever scheme Zerathul had unleashed was drawing near.

I stayed put.

I kept my seat by the flames, one leg draped over the other, gripping a hefty mug casually in my palm. The beverage scorched with bitterness and intensity, enough to sear ordinary gullets. I scarcely savored it. Lana perched across from me, rigid in her seat, her gaze darting beyond my back repeatedly, as though she already detected the approaching threat.

The initial demon skipped any talk.

He charged swiftly, at grandmaster strength, his sword already slashing, flames streaking in his wake along a broad sweep designed to provoke a dodge.

Primus confronted him directly.

Blazes exploded outward when Primus lunged ahead rather than retreating, his form engulfed in raging infernos. His blade slashed once, twice, thrice in one seamless motion, each strike building speed into the following. The demon hadn't even processed the agony before his frame was sliced open and hurled into the shadows.

Others surged right after.

Not a chaotic horde. An organized array.

All grandmasters, advancing in sync. They avoided reckless charges. They probed positions, encircled, sought to trap Primus while some targeted beyond his guard.

None spared me a glance.

Primus turned into pure action.

He didn't defend territory. He glided across it. Blasts of fire propelled from his arms and legs with each stride, serving as both drive and armament, propelling him over broken rock, bouncing from dark basalt columns, severing assaults before they could unite. Flames lashed out per blow, linking from foe to foe, throwing off rhythms, incinerating barriers.

A demon lunged to seize him from the rear.

Primus spun during his pivot, a explosive burst of fire bursting from his spine that cracked bones and flung the assailant airborne. He spared no glance to track the fall.

Another struck low, lance thrusting at his lower limbs. Primus leaped above it, flipping in the air, his sword hacking down as weight pulled him earthward. The weapon and its owner parted neatly, with fire chasing the slice moments after.

I sipped once more.

Lana's breaths came faster. She observed the clash with saucer eyes, fingers knotted tightly in her lap.

"They're not stopping," she murmured.

"No," I answered steadily. "He placed a bounty on my name."

Her gaze jerked upward. "What?"

"Nothing subtle," I stated. "Enough to convince every eager grandmaster nearby that this night justifies the risk of death."

As though summoned, fresh attackers arrived.

Primus engaged them without pause. His strikes evolved beyond accuracy. They grew savage. Inferno tempests raged about him as he pressed on, thermal waves pounding the earth per footfall, crumbling surfaces, channeling foes into fatal routes met by his edge.

Yet sheer quantity counted.

Two additional auras joined the fray, weightier and thicker, their Essence coiling tightly under expert command.

Transcendents.

That's when I stirred at last.

I didn't rise.

I merely lifted my palm.

Essence responded.

The scene halted.

Flames lingered suspended, caught in outburst. Bolts of lightning froze in sharp lines, poised just shy of skin. Demons halted in place, arms midway through swings, faces fixed in fury blending into awareness.

Even Primus paused, blazes slithering over his frame like a beast abruptly leashed.

Lana inhaled sharply. Essence started oozing from her pores.

It escaped her form like mist, pulled to me by my intent. Her eyes bulged as she sensed the drain, her respiration catching while an inner force reacted despite her wishes.

"What are you doing?" she breathed.

I offered no reply.

I clicked my fingers.

All demons crumpled.

Limp forms thudded down together, the impact resounding over the stalled field like one collective exhale.

Then I gestured.

Distant, past the glow, a wail ripped across the wilds.

An entity hurtled from the gloom, smashing through rock and structures before slamming earthward by my boots, gouging a deep pit.

Zerathul.

He attempted to stand.

Opportunity denied.

Primus closed in swiftly.

He bridged the gap plainly, flames in his wake, and plunged his fist through Zerathul’s torso. The demon spasmed once as Primus gripped tight, pulverizing the organ inside.

Zerathul fell limp.

Lana shrieked.

She bolted ahead, impulse overriding reason, yet her frame seized halfway, immobilized as her Essence turned against her. Terror filled her stare as she grasped her paralysis. Incapable of motion. Barely able to cry out.

I inclined forward a bit.

The Abyss Core roused inside my Dawn Core, its draw syncing with my desire. I extended not to her flesh, but to the essence hidden within.

Her laws.

For the first instance, I aimed to seize a person's full insight outright, bypassing mere shards.

Opposition crashed against me at once. Fierce. Frantic. Lana's form bowed as crimson trickled from her eye edges, her cry finally bursting forth, primal and chilling.

Primus refrained from interfering. He merely observed.

I delved further, engaging my soul directly. This notion had sparked from deploying the abyss core amid combat, solidifying upon learning of the rune master details. I probed my soul, bolstering the tug with my Essence, Absolute weaving via the Abyss Core as it commenced ripping.

Runes emerged on her surface.

Sheer. Blazing. Wrenching loose like vital entities hauled to light. They floated near her, whirling frantically, glowing fiercer as her rank plunged in jagged declines.

Her wail shattered into choked sobs.

I ramped up the force.

Additional runes wrenched away.

Her Essence imploded, splintered, then settled at a reduced state. Once the extraction faced no notable pushback, she slumped, scarcely aware.

Her rank halted at 242. Fallen from transcendent to grandmaster.

The runes floated my way and dissolved into the Abyss Core, taken in routinely.

I let go.

The world restarted.

Flames collided with rock. Corpses sprawled over the field. Primus withdrew, cleaning gore from his limb, his face impassive.

Lana tumbled down, trembling, hollowed.

I rose finally.

"It’s done," I declared.

Primus inclined his head and lifted Lana.