My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 872 Potential Of A New Army

I hovered cross-legged high in the sky over the prison grounds, eyes closed while my insight into the blood law intensified with relentless refinement. Beneath me, the consequences of my trials had faded into a somber hush. Numerous prisoners hadn't endured the ordeal and now sprawled lifeless across the barren expanse, their forms littered as stark testimony to the boundaries I'd forced upon them. Those who survived were scarcely identifiable from their prior condition. Their flesh had withered and pulled taut over their skeletons, life essence siphoned away until even remaining upright felt laborious. Rasping breaths escaped them, and the vigor that once marked them dwindled to fragility.

Suspended in the air below me, an enormous blood pool I'd drawn from their bodies turned languidly.

Chaos and disorder were gone from it. Every droplet inside had undergone refinement, organization, and total subjugation. Distinctions of races, qualities, strengths, and flaws—all dismantled and fused into one cohesive whole.

Without lifting my eyelids, I gestured with my hand.

The pool obeyed without delay. It split accurately, forming separate clusters that dropped toward the earth. Upon touching down, each segment flattened momentarily before lifting anew, molding itself to my intent.

Shapes started to form.

Human-like silhouettes arose from the blood, their structures solid and enduring, perfected to maintain integrity without decay. Armaments appeared beside them, protruding seamlessly from their bodies—swords, lances, battle-axes—each forged from the identical thickened blood composing their frames.

One by one, they stood until a hundred such entities occupied the island.

Hesitation was absent from them.

Each advanced to the edges, positioning around the exhausted prisoners. Intervals precise, arrangement flawless, they formed an impenetrable barrier.

Only then did my eyes open.

In that instant, their essence flared.

The aura from every one erupted together, bearing down over the whole island.

All of them equaled Grandmaster rank.

I grinned and accessed my status.

[Level 4 - Major Law of Blood]

The true might of the Blood law had eluded me until now.

Had I grasped it sooner, I'd have elevated it to Major law far earlier. What stood before me wasn't mere mastery—it was a legion. Every figure anchored solidly at Grandmaster tier, through deliberate craft.

Insights from various laws formed the base. Blood by itself couldn't anchor such potency. I'd compressed it to utmost density, purifying its framework to bear force without crumbling. Then, I embedded sealing runes into their cores, integrating them deeply to lock in their might.

This wasn't mere genesis. It was meticulous assembly.

I gazed down at them.

"Make sure no one leaves this island," I commanded steadily. "And no one comes onto it."

Obedience came at once.

All hundred pivoted their heads toward me in flawless unison and inclined them.

A quiet laugh slipped from me.

At heart, they stayed as constructs, lacking genuine self or volition. Yet upon channeling my violet Essence into them, a shift occurred. Their prowess surged dramatically, and rudimentary intellect awakened—sufficient for comprehension, reaction, and prompt fulfillment of orders.

That sufficed amply.

I pivoted away.

In the blink of an eye, reality warped, and I vanished from sight on the island.

Reappearing, I found myself in Abor's capital, within the concealed city hidden under my woven illusion.

"Knight," I murmured.

Shadows nearby rippled at once, expanding before solidifying as Knight emerged from them.

"How is the progress?" I inquired.

"We're done preparing," he answered. "North and Steve are ready as well. Both of them have already reached level 450, and now they're focusing on consolidating their laws."

While speaking, his eyes swept over me, scrutinizing from crown to sole with a brief hesitation.

Before further questions from me, he continued.

"Why is your body glowing silver?"

I blinked, then looked at myself. A subtle silver luster clung to my skin.

"Oh," I remarked, mildly taken aback. "I forgot about that."

My physique had attained Saint realm.

I inhaled deeply, this time pulling inward rather than expanding. I restrained the innate force and muted that potent aura. The silver radiance dimmed steadily until it vanished entirely.

"There," I noted with a faint smile.

Knight observed the transformation intently.

"What was that?" he questioned.

"I've reached Saint level… physically," I explained.

He cocked his head faintly, pondering.

"But I don't feel any difference in my strength," he observed shortly after.

I pondered momentarily.

"That's probably because I haven't ranked up to Saint through Essence yet," I clarified. "This is just the body."

He dipped his head in agreement.

"Any response from the Nagas?" I pressed.

"Yes," he confirmed. "They want you to meet them."

I arched a brow.

"Xeron is being particularly insistent," Knight elaborated. "He wants you to come see them before you go after the Grade 3 rift. He said it would be better if you met them at least once before that."

I shrugged casually.

"Alright, let's go," I decided. "There's no need to worry about the Nagas anymore. In fact, I wouldn't mind if they tried something. It would save us time. We could settle who rules the Blue Spiral Galaxy right then and there."

Knight uttered a brief laugh and slapped his palms together.

"Wow, look at you," he teased. "Just one upgrade and you've become this confident. At least think about the rest of us. You might survive that encounter, but we may not."

I laughed lightly.

"Don't worry," I assured. "I'm not taking unnecessary risks with you all."

Through our bond, I dispatched a signal.

Moments later, the void around me twisted as my summons materialized sequentially, each drifting into alignment beside me. Their auras saturated the space immediately.

"We're heading to meet the Nagas," I announced. "I'll send all of you into the core. I'll go alone."

No protests arose. They merely assented.

Successively, their shapes unraveled and retreated to the core, their essences withdrawing until solitude enveloped me once more.

With them stored, I projected my senses afar. I sought my grandmother… and the Vaythos folk.

Finding them, I hesitated.

Gathered in cultivation halls, they sat immersed in profound trance. Bodies motionless, attentions wholly internal as they attuned to Abor's dense Essence and keener laws.

Even remotely, the tension registered.

And the advancement.

A subtle grin crossed my lips. Their acclimation outpaced my forecasts.

I inclined my head and advanced; space crumpled around me, bridging the gap instantly to deposit me within the hidden city's core oversight vault.

The expansive chamber pulsed softly with operations. Data flows, holograms, and rune displays drifted throughout, monitoring motions on Abor and farther. Primus commanded the heart of it.

He awaited there.

My arrival spun him about abruptly, his face morphing from intense focus to blended relief and haste.

"Where were you?" he demanded promptly. "I've been looking for you. There are several things that need your approval."

I lifted a brow marginally.

"What things?"

No delay from him.

"We need to begin expanding infrastructure on Abor," he declared, approaching. "First, I want to establish new cities specifically for the people of Vaythos. Not everyone should come at once, but we should bring the best, those with the highest potential. This environment will accelerate their growth significantly if managed properly."

I nodded subtly, urging more.

"Second, we need a survivable transport and teleportation network across Abor itself," he proceeded. "Right now movement is inefficient. If we want to control this planet properly, we need stable routes—both physical and spatial."

His voice held firm, laced with pressing need.

"Third, I propose creating long-range teleportation hubs," he appended. "Not just within Abor, but connecting to major races and factions. If we control movement, we control access. And that gives us leverage."

This aligned with expectations.

"Lastly," he concluded after a breath, "we need resources. Crafting facilities, transportation ships, defensive systems, none of that comes free. We'll need a significant amount of funding if we want to scale properly."

His stare fixed on me.

"I need your approval to move forward on all of this."