My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 879 A Clue

Back in Abor, I went directly to the central monitoring room. Just as anticipated, Primus remained there, positioned before the stacked projections, fully immersed in the data streams gliding over them.

As I approached his side, I gave his shoulder a gentle tap. "Hey there, Mr. Demon," I said. "How's it going?"

"All good," he answered, eyes glued to the screens without turning.

"Well, I've got some good news for you."

That drew his focus. He turned toward me.

"What kind of good news?" he inquired.

"I've secured a deal with the Nagas," I announced. "You can go there and negotiate the financial backing straight with them before we tackle the Grade 3 rift."

His eyebrow arched a bit.

"That was fast," he remarked. "When can I go?"

"You can leave right now," I told him. "Head to Base 27. From there, a direct path to Kaalseris awaits."

He showed no delay.

"Good. I need resources immediately," he stated, already heading off. "The sooner this is handled, the better."

With that, he exited the chamber. I observed his departure briefly, then let out a chuckle.

"That was quick."

I didn't hang around, stepping out too and warping space to land within the training compound.

Steve and North sat in meditation poses.

"Hello, you two," I greeted while nearing them. "How's life treating you here?"

Steve's eyes opened first, followed by a deep exhale.

"Boring," he declared. "Extremely boring."

A slight smile crossed my face.

North's eyes opened next, her face much more serene.

"Do we have any updates?" she questioned. "When are we moving?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

They both locked their gazes on me.

"We leave tomorrow," I declared. "Grade 3 rift."

"Finally," Steve exclaimed, rising to his feet with a stretch. "So when do we sit down and plan this properly?"

I shook my head.

"There's no real plan for this one," I explained.

He frowned a touch. "What do you mean no plan?"

"We go in fully prepared and we hit as hard as we can," I responded. "That's it."

North's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"You're saying we go into a Grade 3 rift without a strategy?" she probed.

"I'm saying no strategy we sit and design here is going to matter in there," I clarified. "This isn't like the lower rifts. We won't just be dealing with abominations and phantoms. There will be Eternals inside… and not just a few. Enough to turn the entire space into a battlefield."

I paused for a moment before going on.

"There's also a chance a Saint-level Eternal shows up. If that happens, everything changes instantly."

Silence gripped both of them.

"So instead of pretending we can control it," I continued, "we go in at our peak, stay sharp, and overwhelm anything that stands in front of us. Strength, awareness, and adaptability, that's the only plan that works there."

They shared a glance. Steve then burst into a brief laugh.

"You know what," he said, "I actually like that. No overthinking. Just go in and go all out."

I gave a casual shrug.

"That's the idea."

North stayed quiet at first but nodded faintly in agreement.

"Anyway," I went on, "this should help us finish the merit point requirement."

I let out a soft breath.

"Still no sign of the soul treasure we were looking for though."

"Umm… why don't you just ask the System?" North suggested.

I turned to her.

"It should already know what I'm looking for," I countered.

"Yeah," she replied evenly, "but you haven't actually asked it."

I sighed, nearly rolling my eyes.

"Fair enough."

Standing tall, I addressed it aloud,

"Hey, System. I need something that can help me increase my soul quality… and quantity."

Momentarily, silence reigned.

Then—

A notification popped up.

I blinked in surprise.

"It actually replied…" I murmured, surprise coloring my tone.

Steve leaned in a bit.

"What does it say?"

I held back my response for now.

My gaze stayed riveted on the notification before me, rereading it as though it might shift.

"It says nothing good," I stated at last.

"What do you mean nothing good?" Steve pressed.

I kept my eyes fixed. A single phrase filled the message, and it said plenty.

[Crimson Zone]

"Crimson Zone…" I uttered deliberately.

A heavy silence descended. They both grasped the implications.

North's eyes widened a fraction. Steve's face grew grave, his prior thrill dimming.

"Anyway, you two continue," I said, pivoting away. "I have something to take care of."

I disappeared from the training chamber without awaiting replies. Moments later, I hovered high over the city, afloat in the vast sky. Gentle winds swirled around me as I hung motionless, tuning out the din below to sort through my mind.

Events were falling into place.

Amun's conditions weren't arbitrary.

Merit points proved simple: battle rifts, collect points, meet the quota. Nothing tricky there. The second demand, Pre-Origin stats, stayed straightforward too. Saturate the body past its limits with Essence.

Yet the third… the soul.

It had stayed vague. Still, I'd encountered a hint before.

In Amun's trial.

Destroying those black shadows freed trapped human souls, and mine grew stronger from the contact.

No accident. Amun had revealed that route earlier. He knew—or at least foresaw—what was coming.

My stare intensified. Now the System directed me there too.

Crimson Zone.

The final piece fit.

"I see…" I whispered.

Speaking firmer next,

"System, explain the Crimson Zone."

No reply came. The quiet proved it. I pressed again, infusing my command with stronger will.

Nothing.

A flicker of annoyance stirred, but I brushed it off. The System's silence meant discovery fell to me.

"Fine," I murmured softly.

Once more, I pulled Essence from the core into my frame, striving to force stats higher, testing for any remaining growth potential.

Nothing stirred. Stats refused to budge further.

Seriousness settled on my features. No dodging this step.

Crimson Zone.

The answer hid there. My next destination beckoned.