My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 744: Detection Devices

Irelith made her entrance plainly.

Entering the space, she scanned the room's condition in one swift look before fixing her gaze on me.

"You summoned me."

"Indeed," I responded. "Materials are required. The exact ones you picked before. Rectangular slabs. Four feet high. A large number of them."

An eyebrow arched from her. "Quantity?"

"Whatever amount you're prepared to give."

Silence hung briefly. "What's my part in this?" she inquired. "Assistance needed for the engraving?"

My head shook. "None. Help isn't required. I'll manage the task alone."

This prompted a prolonged stare. No irritation. Just intrigue.

"Fine then," she concluded. "Remain here."

Departing, she came back soon after. A ring was tossed my way by her.

"It's an inventory ring," she noted. "Inspect the contents."

Grasping it, I peered within.

Endless lines of matching slabs filled my senses, organized precisely in the storage area. Metal pillars in rectangular form, every piece exceeding four feet in length, their exteriors polished, raw, and packed with alloy that reacts to Essence.

Hundreds in total.

"This suffices," I stated.

Irelith nodded slightly. "Summon me if something's needed."

"No need," I countered.

A soft laugh escaped her as she exited the room silently, the door closing with a hush behind.

Left solitary once more, I pulled a slab from the ring and positioned it vertically before myself. A low hum emanated from the metal while it attuned to the room's surrounding Essence, its face primed for the inscription process.

Haste was avoided.

Settling opposite it, I retraced the issue step by step.

Seeking anchors outright wasn't the goal. Such a method proved wasteful and weak. Anchors existed to evade notice, particularly amid deathmist. Straightforward spotting trailed far behind evasion tactics.

Detection of the anchor was off the table.

Provocation would draw it out.

The mental framework took shape in my thoughts. Rather than scanning, the slab served as a trigger. Essence infusion would trigger the runes to send a restrained wave externally, faint to evade common awareness yet crafted to engage deathmist-infused structures.

Base layers consisted of detection runes. Spatial awareness runes overlaid them, tuned to sense warping over motion. Any attempt to twist space, however short, provoked a spatial response.

The key element remained deathmist.

Essence pulled from the Star of Origin laced the runes lightly, avoiding overload. Signals weren't boosted by deathmist; they were suppressed. Precisely the effect desired. As the wave crossed an anchor-bearing form, the deathmist inside would vibrate briefly.

This short vibration sparked a tiny shift in nearby space, imperceptible and mild, yet clear for the slab's detection rune to capture.

Hiding efforts would betray the anchor's position.

Identification simplified the follow-up steps.

Palm pressed to the slab, engraving commenced.

Violet symbols emerged over the metal, rings crossing sharp strokes and divided curves, symbols securing as Essence coursed within. Designs expanded uniformly downward, stacked without mess, with intentional spaces for future operational rune connections.

Completion of the initial slab finalized the blueprint mentally.

Duplication was all that stayed.

Thus, the labor started.

*****

Three hours slipped by unnoticed.

Leaning away at last to stretch, shoulder tension revealed the duration of my stationary pose. Rising, I twisted my neck briefly and surveyed the room.

Upright rows of rectangular pillars filled the area, spaced intentionally, every unit inscribed fully with stacked violet runes. The metallic faces vibrated softly, steady, reactive, finished.

My hand rose, gesturing gently aside.

Pillars disappeared sequentially into the storage ring, mass and form compressing orderly until the space cleared once more. The lone table lingered, plain and still, as though no activity had occurred.

Word for a meeting had been dispatched thirty minutes prior.

The moment had arrived.

Exiting to the hallway, Dragos's warmth enveloped instantly. The route ahead bent softly, surfaces carved with depictions of old wars and devilish icons embedded in rock. Fire crystals dotted the way evenly, their light consistent and gentle, not glaring, with gleams playing over the masonry.

A right veer led to a broader passage unfolding, roof lifting a bit. Ornamental columns flanked the edges.

Arrival found the conference room already secured.

Entry followed.

Just two individuals occupied it.

At the table lounged General Kharzun, stance casual yet alert, armor loosened, face inscrutable. Opposite him rested Irelith, fingers interlocked serenely ahead, gaze keen and waiting.

As I approached, Kharzun glanced up smiling. "Take a seat," he invited. "Word is you've been busy."

The provided chair was claimed. "Correct."

A brief examination came from him. "The entire day?"

"Affirmative."

His eyebrow rose a touch. "This isn't a jest."

"Negative," I answered. "Joking isn't my habit."

A quick, entertained exhale resulted.

From the ring, a lone rectangular pillar emerged, placed vertically near the table. Surface runes seized the illumination at once, violet sheen faint yet evident.

"Runes etched here detect teleportation anchors," I explained. "Failure rate hovers around five percent. Positioning and disruptions account for most. A skilled observer spots the oversights easily."

Kharzun inclined nearer. "Testing done?"

"Not yet," I replied plainly. "Success is assured."

His eyes turned to Irelith.

She had risen already.

"One moment," she requested, grasping the pillar.

Wordlessly, she hefted it and departed, her form fading along the hall shortly after.

Quietude draped over us.

Kharzun eyed me directly now. "Observing you," he drawled, "this surprises me. Runic skill of this level is rare. Your origins?"

Our stares locked. "Your galaxy, same as mine."

Nothing more was given.

A single head shake and faint grin followed. "Expected."

His face altered then. "Demon Monarch's in the Crimson Zone," he announced. "Joined by multiple other monarchs."

This caused a subtle stiffening. "Reason?"

"Attacks ramped up months back," he answered. "Abruptly. Fiercely. Forces pulled from additional breaches. Monarchs intervened at last."

A gradual nod came. "Understood."

He observed briefly. "Next moves?"

Thought given, truth followed. "Galaxy's core is my direction. Events en route unfold as they will."

Kharzun laughed lightly. "Fame precedes you now. Peaceful travels seem unlikely."

Response pending, the entrance parted.

Irelith reappeared, her usual poise broken for the first instance of our acquaintance. A broad grin dominated her features.

"It truly succeeded," she declared, facing me.

To Kharzun she turned. "Functional. Remaining traitors in lockdown provided tests. Instant responses."

"Grade Four rift trials advised," I suggested. "Five pillars cover one rift adequately. Reuse up to five times per pillar before re-engraving."

Kharzun rose deliberately. "Excellent," he affirmed. "Major shifts await us from this."

Eyes on me held near-wonder. "More required... contact method?"

"News of me will spread," I assured. "Dispatch a representative then. Supply materials. Rest is mine."

Nod received. "Return expectations?"

"Ideas exist," I noted. "Details later. Treat this as goodwill presently."

The general grinned, offering his hand.

Grasping it sealed the pact with the demons.