My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 873 Towards The Power Seat

I took in every word he uttered without a single interruption. After he wrapped up, I stayed silent for several moments, mulling over the deeper meanings.

"Fine," I stated at last, meeting his gaze. "We'll tackle this step by step."

Primus offered a brief nod, patiently awaiting.

"Starting with those cities just for Vaythos folks… I'm against it," I declared.

A slight frown creased his brow, evidently caught off guard by my stance.

"No separations by where they're from," I pressed on. "Drawing lines between 'this realm' and 'that realm' breeds future headaches. Abor shouldn't become a spot where background trumps skill."

He crossed his arms a bit.

"So, what's your alternative?" he inquired.

"Let's set up a proper framework," I answered. "Not tailored cities, but a setup that draws the ideal talents together organically."

He kept quiet, absorbing my words.

"Picture an academy," I went on. "The Order of Absolute Academy. Aimed at elites only—Masters, Grandmasters, Transcendents. No novices."

That sparked his interest sharply.

"Construct a city around it," I elaborated, "where the academy drives everything. Residents are there to train, instruct, or gear up for operations. Keep the populace lean and focused."

Primus nodded gradually, his face lighting up as the concept solidified.

"How does one gain entry to this academy?" he questioned.

"It's invitation-only," I explained. "We scout proven talents from Vaythos, Peanu, Sukra—anywhere. Invite those with promise. They hone skills, advance, then graduate into the Order's ranks."

"What next for them?"

"Active duty," I replied. "Handling rifts, Eternal threats, underworld factions, explorations. Genuine tasks. No idling around."

Primus let out a soft breath.

"This approach fixes several issues simultaneously," he remarked. "Focused training, managed expansion, loyalty forged in hierarchy."

"Precisely the plan," I responded.

He nodded again, shifting topics.

"Next up—transport and teleport networks spanning Abor."

I gave a faint head shake.

"No time for me to craft the full grid personally," I admitted. "I'll set up the key hubs, the vital anchors."

"What about filling out the entire web?" he probed.

"Recruit experts for that," I suggested. "Those versed in spatial tech, runic arrays, or engineering. I can share my insights if required, but hands-off management for me."

Primus mulled it over and agreed with a nod.

"Sensible enough."

He pressed forward.

"Fourth item—teleport hubs linking to alien races."

"Table that for later," I instructed. "I'll forge straight paths to big capitals in time. Not right away—other matters first."

He dropped it without argument.

"Now, the resource crunch," he noted.

I let out a quiet sigh.

"Resources… I can supply a one-time haul," I conceded. "But sustainability demands more. Secure dominance," I urged. "Via new ventures or seizing current ones. Trade, shipping, forging… or simple contracts."

Primus eyed me briefly, arching a brow.

"Turning us into a syndicate or a syndicate?" he quipped flatly.

I let out a laugh.

"No room for optics here," I shot back. "Efficiency rules. Results count."

He shook his head lightly, but his look showed acceptance.

"Immediate steps?" he asked.

"Hunt rifts and enemy groups," I directed. "Wipe them out, claim their assets. Nets us supplies and sway."

He exhaled softly.

"Bold and straightforward."

"Effective," I countered.

I tacked on, "That doesn't rule out legit enterprises. Build them if viable. Name your needs—I or my summons will back you up."

Primus nodded, mind racing forward.

"Gotta scout industries, routes, power players," he said.

"Overcomplicating it," I chided.

He met my eyes.

"The prime launchpad stares you in the face."

"Which?" he pressed.

"Alien races," I revealed. "They battle rifts already. Hemorrhaging resources in the fight."

Dawning realization lit his gaze.

"Approach them," I detailed. "Offer Order of Absolute's rift-clearing services."

"Fee-based," he concluded.

"Spot on," I affirmed. "Skip the backstory. No merit talk. Quote a fee. Deal struck, rift sealed."

He nodded thoughtfully.

"Brilliant logic," he conceded. "Cash, cred, clout—all in one swing."

"Dead on."

A subtle grin crossed his features.

"Very well," he agreed. "That's our kickoff."

"Bases update?" I queried after a short lull. "Progress?"

"Smooth sailing so far," Primus reported. "Stability holds, relays perform perfectly. Still, their future roles need defining. Pure anchor duty leaves guards idle—stagnation risks brewing long-term."

I nodded, weighing his point.

"Valid concern," I acknowledged. "I'll brainstorm expansions once the Order's backbone solidifies."

We hashed out finer points and urgencies for a bit longer, then I departed the core room.

No delays—I headed straight for a relay-linked teleport pad. This one tied to the outpost nearest Naga lands.

I stepped into the ring.

Runes flared to life at once.

Space warped in a blink, whisking me from Abor.

I materialized at the relay outpost. Guards snapped to attention upon detecting me. One advanced promptly, snapping a crisp salute.

I returned a curt nod, pressing on.

My form ascended.

Instantly, I rocketed skyward from the asteroid outpost, surging into the void unchecked. There, I unshackled my limits.

Silver radiance reignited.

This round, it blazed unbound.

I blurred into a luminous bolt, hurtling through the cosmos. Fissures spiderwebbed faintly in my wake, space straining against my velocity. Teleports? Obsolete now.

Faster.

Immeasurably swifter.

Distances shrank as I blazed toward Naga domain's core—

Straight to their stronghold. Blue Spiral Galaxy's power throne.

The world—Kaalseris.