My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 897 A Calm Moment

With the fleet shadowing my path, I made my way back to Abor, their tight formation holding firm as they slipped into the planet's orbit. Watching them trail obediently behind me seemed… appropriate. Seizing control of that world and passing it to Vivi for her growing power had tempted me, yet I ultimately rejected the idea.

Its destruction was essential.

Memories of the Crimson Zone haunted my mind. Theras. Amun. The System as well. Complete trust in any of them remained out of reach for now, the doubt gnawing deeply inside me. As I prepared to plunge into the uncertain future, one truth had to shine unmistakably for them—and for all onlookers.

Hesitation had no place in me. I would push to any extreme required.

Upon my return, Abor's crisis stood resolved. The attackers had vanished. Captives were shipped off to the prison island, still encircled by my earlier Blood Guards. Secure and remote, it could contain whatever we confined there.

My summons had wrung every secret from them already. No knowledge remained untapped.

Straightaway, I sought out Primus.

"The ships I brought back," I stated bluntly, "hold records of the events. Spread them everywhere. The whole galaxy must witness the doom awaiting any who attempt this."

A subtle grin tugged at Primus's lips as he nodded deliberately.

"And hold onto those ships," I continued. "Incorporate them into our fleet. That's the reason I hauled them here."

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

"I'll handle it," he assured me. "Though truthfully, if ships were your goal, grabbing the full enemy fleet instead of annihilating them all would've been smarter."

I gave a casual shrug.

"Rage took over," I answered. "No desire to spare a single trace."

Shaking his head, he wore a slight smile.

"Fair enough."

I pressed on.

"Alert me when the Nagas contact us. After setting up the meeting with other races, we strike the Grade 4 rifts."

He inclined his head.

"I'll let you know."

After a brief hesitation, I inquired,

"What about the others? How fares the pursuit?"

Primus's face grew grave.

"Fierce," he replied. "Truthfully… overly so. Your mood like this seeps into your summons too. They show no mercy. At the slightest sign of those groups, they descend and eradicate it all."

I nodded thoughtfully, already aware.

The bond with my summons transcended mere strength or orders. It delved further. Emotions flowed through it too, mirroring my inner fire perfectly now.

Calmness eluded me entirely.

Our discussion stretched on, covering supply chains and operations. I stressed the need for ironclad vetting of all collaborators. No more unchecked entries. Every arrival on Abor—workers, aides, anyone—demanded thorough scrutiny and clearance. Today's breach must never repeat.

Primus grasped it fully.

With matters concluded, I departed the command hub.

Finally, after the assault, I permitted myself a breather.

Toward my personal retreat on the planet, I headed.

True to our earlier blueprint with North, we'd crafted a modest haven, secluded from the chaos. Positioned on a tiny isle by the sea, embraced by serene waters and vast skies.

No grand palace, yet spacious enough. Far from tiny.

Landing on the island, I approached the dwelling, waves softly lapping the shore in the tranquil air.

Pure serenity.

Opening the door, I entered.

North awaited inside.

Reclining on the couch, one leg tucked under her, she wore a loose, easy dress while clutching a book. Strands of hair cascaded over her shoulders, window light bathing the moment in gentle warmth.

My entrance drew her gaze upward instantly. She fixed on me for a beat.

Then, rising smoothly.

Suddenly, she closed the distance, arms encircling me as she melted against my chest right at the threshold.

A soft smile touched my lips; I embraced her in return, arms encircling her effortlessly.

Silence hung between us for moments.

We lingered in that hold. She drew back just a touch, tilting to meet my eyes, probing deeply.

"Feeling better now?" she murmured gently.

I dipped my head.

"Yeah," I said. "I am."

Her eyes lingered on mine a second more, satisfying herself, before a tiny nod.

"Good."

She grasped my hand softly and drew me back to the sofa. We settled side by side, our shoulders brushing lightly, her fingers still intertwined loosely with mine.

My eyes drifted to the book she'd been immersed in.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

A smile curved her lips, amusement sparkling in her gaze.

"It's your story," she said. "The Journey of Guardian… from Vaythos."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" I chuckled softly. "They've already turned that into something people read?"

Her laughter came light and gentle.

"It's more than that," she went on. "Copies are everywhere. Stories, retellings… even little items inspired by it."

I shook my head with a grin.

"So I have merchandise now?" I remarked.

"Seems like it," she answered, her gaze fixed on me.

We lingered in quiet for a moment, the talk softening into warmth.

Then my gaze met hers anew.

"You didn't go out with the others?" I asked. "For the hunt?"

She shook her head.

"No," she replied. "I just… wanted to rest for a bit. After everything, I didn't feel like fighting again right away."

I nodded.

"That's fair."

My hand rose to tenderly sweep a stray strand of hair from her face, then I leaned close and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her eyes drifted shut for an instant.

As they opened once more, I drew near again and captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

She met it eagerly without pause. I eased back a touch, then slipped an arm under her and lifted her effortlessly. A soft laugh bubbled from her as her arms looped around my neck while I rose.

Without another word, I carried her toward the bedroom.