My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 764 Another Deal

Gazes swept through the chamber.

Like folks quietly adjusting their stance with careful intent. Talks grew sparse, then veered sharply. Focus, previously scattered, started to gather tightly.

The Griffin nodded in my direction.

"For that," he stated steadily, his words echoing effortlessly, "you have our thanks."

That single remark sufficed.

The entire space realigned in response to his words. Attendees pivoted, avoiding outright gawking, yet their notice grazed me from all sides. The sensation spread like waves, touching my companions too. Both Steve and North glanced over, faces inscrutable, while my summons redirected their focus silently. No direct words aimed at our group, but we'd been thrust right into the heart of the scene.

My mind raced ahead, piling thoughts atop one another until the hall's clamor faded at the fringes, making it seem as if time had halted.

Why?

That single query held all the weight.

No solid evidence linked the rift's sealing to us in the open. I could query the System for confirmation, dragging the facts to light. A breach of such magnitude couldn't escape detection. Agents, watchers, and schemers from all key powers were likely already circulating their takes—twisted or accurate—far beyond Feradros.

This implied the Ferans were aware.

Yet they chose indifference.

Such realization squeezed the options down with alarming speed.

The sole rationale that aligned pointed to the Griffin successor and his backing clan. The Ferans were prepared to face future revelations, even open humiliation, just to fortify their ties with the Griffins. The Prime Galaxy hovered over that choice like a silent burden. Maybe alliances were forged. Armed support. Diplomatic sway. A tomorrow where the Nagas faced real rivals at the summit.

And within those schemes, our role was mere afterthought.

A handy fixture. A pliable fact to twist. An element to weave into their tale, not honored independently.

I maintained a serene face and easy stance, though the insight weighed down like lead.

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I did not like being used.

I maintained a serene face and easy stance, though the insight weighed down like lead.

I did not like being used.

And I liked even less the notion that they believed I wouldn't risk it.

I lifted my glass, emptied it in one gulp, and released it from my grasp. Before it hit the ground, the vessel shattered into a delicate spray of specks and vanished entirely.

Every gaze in the chamber tracked the gesture.

"No need to thank us," I replied composedly, moving ahead already. "As dwellers in the Prime universe, opposing an incursion is our obligation."

The assembly divided naturally, unbidden. Not from terror, but from gut feeling urging them. Hands tucked in pockets, I strode directly forward until the addressing Griffin came into sharp focus.

"And of course," I pressed on, voice casual and light, "the young master's aid was valued. He proved… quite useful in the clash."

A brief hush.

"He kept our drinks flowing steadily. Given the intense swelter that day, it really helped."

A collective gasp swept the hall. From somewhere in my rear, Ragnar emitted a soft, entertained laugh before stifling it. The Ferans stayed stone-faced. Their energies surged, anger and curbed rage seeping into the atmosphere.

I disregarded it entirely.

"And while we're on the topic of efforts," I proceeded, halting paces from the Griffin, "we're present due to the young master's personal invite."

I angled my head a touch.

"He's just attained Transcendent rank. By chance, one of mine hit that mark yesterday."

The quiet intensified.

"They'll duel," I declared plainly. "Should the young master fall, he pledges to the Order of Absolute."

I positioned myself right in front of the speaker, near enough that backing away would draw notice.

"So really," I concluded, locking eyes steadily, "gratitude isn't required. We're mainly here for the bargain."

I shifted my gaze just slightly to the side.

"The young master brims with assurance," I noted. "Rightly so. He's a Griffin, wings and all bring that arrogance."

Then I offered a subtle grin.

"But I'm assured in my team as well."

"Steve."

Azure bolts ripped across the area next to me.

In a flash, Steve appeared beside me, blade drawn, a vibe of leashed might vibrating nearby. He advanced a step and delivered a crisp, courteous nod toward the Griffin platform.

"Young master Ryn Goldwing," he intoned flatly. "If you're ready."

The chamber plunged into total quiet.

The earlier-speaking griffin, the mightiest of the nine, went by Torace Goldwing. His amber eyes slitted as they pinned on me, piercing and evaluative. I loomed a bit higher, my stare firm as I met his without wavering.

"Mr. Billion—" Torace started.

I interrupted him mid-word.

"I propose we move back," I suggested smoothly, pace deliberate. "Give the juniors room to display their prowess. I'd rather seal the agreement before the feast begins."

A murmur coursed through the chamber.

I wasn't requesting.

I was steering the course.

The hush persisted, until the young master shattered it.

"Yes," he agreed, advancing. "Let's follow Mr. Billion's lead."

The action captured all attention. He proceeded to the hall's midpoint with steady poise, pausing not far before Steve. Arrogance marked his bearing.

"But you skipped the flip side of the pact," he went on, raising his jaw a fraction. "If I prevail, the Order of Absolute serves the Ferans. Without debate."

Soft whispers rose at the chamber's borders. Feran stares sparkled with eagerness. Griffins observed mutely.

I offered a subtle grin.

"Naturally," I responded levelly. "Without debate. From both parties."

Torace and I retreated simultaneously, a tacit accord exchanged. Passing Steve, I relayed a wordless directive.

'Thrash him thoroughly. I'll manage the rest.'

Steve's hold on the hilt clenched subtly, sparks dancing idly along the blade before calming.

I halted near my allies as attendees rearranged, forming a broad ring around the pair in the middle by reflex. Chatter faded, yielding to the tense calm preceding conflict.

Lyrate uttered a hushed laugh nearby.

"This'll spiral into chaos," she remarked.

I observed the young Griffin brace himself, wings twitching faintly as he sized up Steve, and inclined my head.

"Chaos works fine," I answered steadily. "It compels folks to adjust."