My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 771 Time To Hunt

"He didn't betray the Ferans," I responded with steady composure. "He turned his back on the Ranthors."

"In exchange," I went on, "he demanded just one condition. A shift in leadership. He sought to transfer the Ferans' governance from the Ranthors to the Sharka."

Kael released a soft exhale, a mix of chuckle and sigh. "So that's the truth of it," he whispered.

"He understood the consequences," I explained. "And he was willing to pay the cost."

Kael's jaw clenched firmly. "You're sharing this with me now to help me grasp his motives. Not to pull me into your ranks."

I gave a nod.

"Should we clash openly with the Ferans—and I believe we will—keep your tribe clear of the fray. Remain on the sidelines. Avoid aligning with the Ranthors. And steer clear of backing me too."

"Once it's all done," I concluded, "the Ranthors will no longer grip Feradros. And if your folk haven't spilled blood for their errors, power will smoothly shift to Sharka control."

Kael grumbled, "So you just want my tribe to sit it out. No other demands in return."

"Neutrality isn't even what I'm after," I answered evenly. "I'm warning you plainly: if conflict erupts with the Ferans, we won't draw lines between tribes."

Kael fell silent briefly, then dipped his head once. "I get it." He pushed up from his seat. "I'll do what I can."

He halted at the door, looking over his shoulder. "One last point. The Patriarch shares a tight bond with House Goldwing. They're his link to the Prime Galaxy and maybe his route to Saint rank. He won't brush off today's events easily. Watch your step."

"I'll remember that," I said, nodding back.

He departed without further words.

I remained in my chair for several moments longer.

Knight materialized next to me in a swift blur of shadow and movement.

"Did you uncover anything?" I inquired.

He drew out a chair and settled opposite me, his stance at ease.

"Indeed. First off, Anjee's account holds true. The Sharka form a robust tribe, yet the Ranthors keep them in check. It's not outright savagery, but rather... calculated restraint. With solid ties, they endure. Lacking those, they're crushed."

I nodded thoughtfully.

"Next," Knight pressed on, "the Ferans boast about thirty high-level Transcendents. The lower-tier ones exceed a hundred by far."

I cocked my head a bit. "That's... impressive."

"It is," he confirmed. "Thirdly, the Goldwings dominate the Ferans' full avian contingent. Crucially, they keep steady, direct ties to the Prime Galaxy. Should tensions rise, they could summon aid from other House Goldwing outposts in adjacent galaxies."

"That's solid backup," I noted.

Knight nodded sharply. "Precisely. And lastly, they convened a private session after our exit. I couldn't slip near enough for specifics, but it wasn't mere ritual. They're scheming."

I reclined in my seat, gaze lifting to the overhead.

"Excellent," I murmured gently. "That shows they're viewing us as a real threat at last."

Knight eyed me briefly. "Do you truly seek war against the Ferans?"

"Not at all," I countered, edging forward a touch. "A total war would serve no purpose. The Eternals would exploit it right away. Our strength would dwindle, supplies would drain, and any standing we've gained would crumble before it solidifies. To command the Blue Spiral, we require allies below us, not ruins."

Knight's forehead creased. "So how will you seize control absent war?"

"By ousting those who currently wield authority," I stated, a subtle grin forming on my mouth.

He stayed silent.

"Consider this," I added. "Imagine the Naga leader swapped for Lyrate. The Elementals under Aurora's lead. The Ferans commanded by Ragnar. Does that vision appeal to you?"

Knight grew still. Following a deep inhale, he lifted a hand to shed his hood, revealing keen, probing eyes.

"Are you intending to abandon them?" he questioned cautiously.

"No," I assured. "Merely for a time. Until the Eternals are expelled from the Blue Spiral."

I sat up straighter. "We're the 33rd council seat, right? I refuse a feeble one. I'll forge the Blue Spiral's position into something rivaling the top ten. And then, the Order of Absolute will embody it."

Knight locked eyes with me for long moments, then breathed out slowly.

"That works for me," Knight remarked after a pause. "It's much tidier than all-out battle. Though it won't avoid some spilling of blood."

I nodded briefly. "Certain elements lie beyond our grasp. Ambition counts among them. Once folks claim the right to lead, violence follows inevitably, like it or not."

He observed me intently. "Why pursue this then? Why target the Blue Spiral?"

"Ruling it isn't my goal," I stated evenly. "I aim to be its mightiest power. That demands every rival force recognize that might and yield to it somehow. Do you really believe the Nagas would grant access to their planetary core unless I outmatch them vastly?"

Knight gave a soft laugh. "No. They'd perish before yielding."

"Precisely."

He paused quietly for seconds, then inclined his head. "Fine. I see your point."

He rose, tugging his hood down again. "No matter the course you pick, count me in."

I stood from my chair and stretched, easing my shoulders.

"Perfect," I said. "Then let's move."

Knight hesitated. "Head where?"

"To hunt."

He blinked. "Hunt?"

I nodded, heading for the door. "It's our prime chance. The Patriarch's away. The equilibrium here's shaky. With departure set for tomorrow, we can at least leave the Sharka with fewer obstacles and the Patriarch a diminished base upon return."

Knight's brow knit lightly. "You mentioned earlier that internal strife saps our power."

I looked back at him. "I meant foolish wars drain us. Not targeted strikes."

He huffed through his nostrils.

"And before you protest once more," I went on steadily, "I'll seal a grade-three rift for the Ferans later. That'll preserve far more lives than the handful we're set to remove. Equilibrium maintained."

Knight tsked his tongue, plainly skeptical yet done debating. "You always cloak your aggression in numbers."

"It soothes my rest," I answered.

He matched my pace. "So where do we begin?"

I halted briefly and rested a hand on his shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.

"The knight's still inexperienced," I noted, nearly smiling. "It's beneficial for his growth."

Knight angled his head. "Growth in what, precisely?"

I grinned.

"Let's call on the Goldwing young master."

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