My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 1299: The Final Assembly

The preparations took several days to complete, and once everything was in place, I finally called for a gathering of the most important forces within the Blue Spiral Galaxy. There was no need for an elaborate announcement or a lengthy period of preparation; the message was enough.

Everyone who needed to be there understood that I would not summon them without reason, and before long, the great forces of the Blue Spiral began arriving at Abor.

The meeting was held inside the Lord Absolute’s palace, the name the people of Abor still used whenever they spoke of me.

I floated above the palace hidden from the eyes of everyone and my perception covered the entire palace.

The palace had changed considerably since I had last seen it, but the throne hall remained much as I remembered it, vast enough to accommodate the representatives of the entire galaxy while still carrying an atmosphere of solemnity.

At the far end of the hall stood a magnificent violet throne, its back carved into the shape of a rising phoenix, with intricate patterns running along its edges that seemed almost alive beneath the surrounding light.

Rows of seats had been arranged on both sides of the throne, and gradually they began to fill.

The Naga Matriarch, Layla, arrived first with Xebec, Xeron, and Azalea accompanying her, each of them carrying the aura of someone who had long since stepped beyond the ordinary limits of their race. Only Layla was a Saint before but now the other three were Saint level beings as well.

Not far from them sat the ruler of the Feran, while the Demon Sovereign occupied another seat nearby, his presence naturally drawing attention even when he remained completely silent. Primus was there as well, along with representatives of the Elementals and several other powerful figures who had become important pillars of the galaxy.

Seeing some of the faces from Vaythos brought a different feeling to me. Arkas was seated among the others, while Emperor Lucien maintained his usual composed expression beside Edgar. My grandmother was there too, and seeing her sitting safely within the hall brought a warmth that I had not realized I was missing.

Ragnar and Lyrate were seated together, while North and Steve occupied seats nearby. Vivi had also arrived, her violet hair falling freely over her shoulders as she quietly observed the gathering. Numerous other Saints and powerful figures filled the remaining seats.

For a while, conversation filled the hall as everyone waited.

I took a deep breath, floated down outside the doors and opened them with a push of my hand.

The noise gradually disappeared.

I stepped into the throne hall.

Every head turned toward me, and almost immediately, one person after another rose from their seats. I continued walking without hurry, my footsteps echoing through the enormous chamber as I passed between the gathered representatives of the Prime Universe.

For a brief moment, my eyes moved across the hall.

I saw old friends, familiar faces, people from my homeland, people who had fought beside me, and those who had spent years building the forces that now stood behind me. North met my eyes and gave me a small smile, while Steve simply leaned back with an expression that suggested he was already wondering how long this meeting would last. Vivi’s eyes followed me silently, and Ragnar gave me a firm nod.

I returned the gesture.

Then I reached the throne.

Turning around, I looked across the hall once more before lowering myself onto the violet seat. The moment I settled into it, the gathered figures slowly returned to their chairs.

The atmosphere changed immediately.

This was no longer a gathering of allies discussing possibilities. Everyone understood that something important was about to begin.

I rested one arm against the throne and looked across the hall.

"First, I want to thank all of you for coming here on such short notice."

My voice carried naturally through the enormous chamber, reaching every corner without needing to be raised.

"I know that every person sitting in this hall has responsibilities of their own, and I would not have called all of you here unless what I have to say was important."

The conversations had completely stopped now. I paused for a moment before continuing.

"The war with the Eternals has changed."

Several expressions immediately became serious.

"We have spent enough time defending ourselves, reacting to their incursions, and allowing them to decide when and where the fighting takes place. That period is coming to an end."

I looked from one side of the hall to the other.

"Very soon, the Prime Universe will declare war on the Eternals."

Silence followed my words. It was not the silence of fear.

It was the silence of people realizing that the decision they had been waiting for had finally arrived.

I leaned back slightly against the throne.

"We will not be fighting merely to push them away from our borders this time. We will take the fight to them."

My gaze hardened.

"And before we begin, every one of you needs to understand that what comes next will be different from everything we have faced before."

I explained the preparations we had already put in place, from the accelerated training environment on Abor to the direct connection with the Origin Expanse of the Beast Universe, and made it clear that these resources would be opened to the Saints of every allied force.

The strongest among them would be expected to make full use of the opportunity, while the others would focus on strengthening their armies, refining their techniques, and preparing themselves for the scale of the war that was coming.

The hall remained unusually quiet as I finished, with everyone understanding that the preparations were no longer theoretical. We were no longer waiting for the Eternals to make the next move. We were preparing to make ours.

I leaned forward slightly, allowing my gaze to pass over every person seated before me.

"There is one more thing I want everyone here to understand," I said, my voice carrying easily through the throne hall. "When the war begins, participation will not be optional. Every force represented here will fight."

A few expressions hardened, but nobody interrupted.

"You are free to decide how you prepare, who you send, and what role you take, but you are not free to stand aside while everyone else fights for your survival."

I paused, letting the silence settle.

"If anyone chooses to withdraw when the time comes, I will consider them an enemy of the Prime Universe."

My eyes swept across the hall.

"And I will make sure there is nowhere left for you to hide within it."