My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 768 One To Four

"Something different," I stated calmly. "Something capable of substituting for your young master. What might that be?"

Torace paused briefly. Only for an instant. Then he stood tall, like he'd reached a choice whose consequences would resonate long after this chamber.

"House Goldwing," he announced firmly, his tone loud enough for everyone in the hall to catch, "shall form an official alliance with the Order of Absolute. Should invasions loom or rifts endanger our lands or partners, we'll heed your summons. Our power, our assets, our members—whatever is required."

A murmur swept across the assembly.

"What about the conditions?" I inquired.

Torace breathed out steadily. "Those aren't suited for a festive gathering. We suggest handling them confidentially. In the right setting."

I met his stare steadily.

Then I gave a single nod.

"Very well."

My uplifted hand dropped down.

The tension lifted somewhat, yet it lingered on. The old tablet hovered overhead, partially shaped and colossal. The purple mists kept swirling, with bolts of electricity snaking within like suppressed fury lines. Vital energy resumed its flow, but warily, as though wary of attracting notice.

I shifted from facing Torace and projected my words throughout the hall.

"My regrets," I declared smoothly. "It appears I've disrupted a birthday festivity."

Some uneasy laughs spread among the attendees.

"Let's savor the remainder of Ryn's special day," I went on. "Heavy topics can wait until dawn."

After that, I headed to a lengthy banquet table, selected a dish, and started dining like the incident was trivial. Ragnar trailed right behind, seizing eats with his typical zeal. Aurora rolled her eyes smiling and came over to us.

Overhead, the tempest persisted.

Folks attempted to ignore it.

They couldn't.

Now and then, glances darted skyward to the sparking vapors and the mute slab, checking if it endured. It did. Poised. Observing.

Shortly after, a figure drew near.

Narrowed gaze. Faint, iridescent scales along her throat's edge, glinting as she moved her head. Apart from that, she appeared mostly human, so many would overlook the subtle traits.

She dipped her head a touch.

"Igza Nag," she introduced. "I handle dealings here in Feradros."

I swallowed my current mouthful, placed the dish down, and faced her completely.

"Billion Ironhart," I responded. "Head of the Order of Absolute."

A slight smile tugged at her mouth's edge.

"I've heard as much," she noted.

Her gaze lifted momentarily to the heavens past the broken ceiling, where the turmoil still boiled and my incomplete domain's weight hung like a quiet threat.

"You surely know how to leave a lasting impression on an evening," she remarked.

I offered a light shrug. "I avoid dull moments."

That elicited a subdued chuckle from her, gentle and measured. "Your team piqued my interest," she mentioned. "Humans, Elementals, an Elf, Ferans. Quite the mix. Particularly since there's no Naga in your ranks."

"I'm choosy," I stated flatly. "Up to now, I haven't encountered any from your kind that match my criteria."

My voice held no slight. The races of my summons aren't my choice to make. I simply pick the mighty ones.

Igza examined me briefly, then inclined her head like she'd anticipated my reply. "You ought to journey to our capital one day," she suggested. "I believe you'd discover plenty of prospects who align with your exacting benchmarks."

"That's in our plans," I answered. "Though not right away. A couple of destinations come before it."

"Reasonable," she agreed. "Might I inquire what drew you to Feradros initially? Beyond the... striking display."

"Rifts," I replied straightforwardly. "And all that usually trails behind them."

She didn't probe more.

"Should you decide to stay on awhile," she offered, "Feradros holds numerous prospects. A number of them rather lucrative."

"No doubt," I said. "Yet I like to grasp the terrain beneath my feet prior to any lasting pledges."

Approval seemed to flicker in her eyes. "Wise strategy."

She retreated a step and nodded again. "Have a pleasant continuation of the event, Billion. Something tells me we'll meet once more."

I returned a quick nod.

I held little desire to encounter her anew.

She withdrew, merging into the throng.

As I continued my meal, I dispatched a wordless signal to Kael Sharka.

'Kael, matters to cover. Head to the guest quarters.'

The reply arrived near instantly, bringing a subtle smile to my face.

I wrapped up eating, cleaned my hands, and approached Shera, who was chatting nearby with various Feran leaders. He spotted me at once and disengaged politely.

"That proved... lively," he commented with a guarded grin.

"I enjoyed it," I countered. "Encountered quite a few intriguing folks."

He agreed with a nod. "Still, you pushed boundaries. Issuing threats in our territory won't appeal to everyone."

I brushed off his remark entirely.

"Inform House Goldwing," I instructed evenly, "they're invited to see us come morning. We'll address the agreement thoroughly then."

Shera bowed his head. "I'll pass it along."

I smiled softly. "Excellent. Eager for our collaboration."

Silence hung briefly.

"Oh, and Shera," I tacked on.

"Yes?"

"Thanks for the hospitality."

His uneasy grin faded fast, undone by my words.

We departed in quiet.

The carriages stood ready, pale steeds pawing the pavement, their wings twitching uneasily as though sensing the residual strain in the atmosphere. We boarded, and as soon as the vehicles started moving, the overhead gale stirred.

Prior to the domain's complete withdrawal, the purple vapors twisted fiercely once more.

A ray shot down. Purple-hued, slicing through structures and earth without hindrance, striking the isle's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then the earth cracked open.

A roar like reality ripping echoed as the landmass shattered into four huge pieces, the divides flaring momentarily before fading to shadow. Waters surged forth at once, frothy surges bursting skyward while the ocean filled the gash. The blast wave swept the nearby winds, potent enough to unbalance island dwellers, who clutched their heads against the erupting boom.

The mists bellowed back, electricity lashing wildly in a last outburst.

Gradually, they dispersed.

The purple fog dissipated. The weight lifted. The tablet's outline fragmented into floating specks of glow, merging back into existence like it had vanished forever.

When our carriage reached the mainland, Feradros rested under a serene heaven again.

Four landmasses now occupied the space of one.

As though the chaos never occurred.

Within the carriage, North regarded me.

"You didn't waver at all," she murmured.

"No need to," I explained. "They required a way out. I provided it."

"What if they manipulate the deal?" Steve wondered.

I grinned lightly, eyeing the receding isle.

"Their backing isn't my main concern," I whispered. "The key is Ryn's value—they're willing to offer such terms for him."

Lyrate, seated among us, cocked her head thoughtfully. "That typically signals one factor," she observed. "Likely a formidable patron behind him. Extremely formidable. Perhaps a Saint."

I chuckled gently and gazed beyond the isle to the far-off stars dotting the emptiness.

"Perfect," I remarked. "I hope that's the case."

"Yet this sets us at odds with the Ferans outright," Steve pointed out. "They won't swallow such disgrace passively."

I inclined my head a bit. "That's acceptable. If we're committed to dominating the Blue Spiral Galaxy, clashes were inevitable. Not just Ferans—the Nagas won't yield ground easily either."

"And to be clear," I continued, "I attended what should have been a straightforward party. They sought to exploit us. I simply reciprocated."

The phrasing stayed casual, almost offhand, though my mind raced ahead.

For achieving supremacy in the Blue Spiral Galaxy meant confronting such might, inevitably.