My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 907 Three Days

Following the talks with the assembled forces, events accelerated swiftly as they all dashed back to their bases to prepare for the total offensive.

The following day, we assembled in Kaalseris's central command center, a facility designed for top-tier strategic warfare. This expansive, round chamber brimmed with hovering, multi-layered holograms that shifted and refreshed without pause. Numerous Nagas bustled about. Observing their setup made me see that the control room back in Abor required serious improvements.

Dominating the center stood the galaxy in all its glory.

The Blue Spiral spun lazily before our eyes, neatly segmented into the seven sectors declared the day prior. Every portion glowed softly, bearing the emblem of its designated commander.

Beneath it floated finer holograms, each focusing on particular zones. Rifts appeared highlighted with unique icons, their strength and volatility indicated by hues and animations. Certain ones throbbed fiercely, while others wavered like they were on the verge of collapse.

I occupied the main console seat, surrounded by my summons. Aurora positioned herself to my right, arms crossed, intently eyeing the displays. Ash lingered a bit back, absorbing data flows. Silver drifted by a peripheral screen, as Lyrate lounged against the table's rim, utterly bored by the hustle. Knight, true to form, melted into the shadows.

Only Ragnar was absent.

He'd departed for Ferados already.

Azalea and Xeron faced us from the opposite side, fully concentrated. I reclined a touch and eyed the primary hologram.

"Let's begin," I declared.

Xeron gave a nod, yet Azalea advanced first.

"The primary issue is transportation," she stated firmly, pointing at the map. "Across Kaalseris and the seven sectors."

A fresh overlay materialized on the hologram, with pathways linking crucial spots throughout the galaxy.

"Teleportation grids stand ready," she went on. "Most predate this mission, upheld by the Naga race and their partners. Still, we've bolstered them considerably."

The pathways thickened noticeably.

"Fresh hubs are activating right now. Key paths secured for swift troop movements."

Her glance flicked toward me momentarily.

"Instant sector travel awaits you whenever needed."

I gave a nod.

"Sounds solid."

She transitioned to another display.

"Real-time intel comes via," she explained, "links to various spy networks."

Icons popped up galaxy-wide.

"Freelance groups, recon units, and data brokers operate under our banner nonstop for this push."

A brief silence fell.

"Updates stream straight here and to your sectors."

Ash broke his silence, tone even.

"I'll merge their feeds and sift out the useful bits. No clutter for you."

Azalea dipped her head and pressed on.

"Next up… reaction."

Hush settled over the chamber.

"From the Eternals."

Holograms realigned, revealing active zones, likely incursion sites, and hotbeds of opposition.

"Counterattacks are anticipated," she warned. "Particularly with our synced assaults."

Xeron interjected.

"Countermeasures are set," he affirmed. "Backup troops positioned ahead."

Icons flared on the map.

"Upper Transcendents," he added. "Reserved purely for quick strikes. Any sector hit by surprises gets them pronto."

Aurora's eyes narrowed a fraction.

"What about a Saint?" she queried.

"In that case," Xeron replied, meeting our stares, "you step up."

I edged forward a bit.

"Fair deal," I agreed.

Lyrate exhaled softly.

"Things are heating up," Lyrate remarked with a subtle grin, cocking her head. "But did you settle our payment demands with them?"

Silver chuckled deeply from nearby.

"At last," he murmured, obviously thrilled it surfaced.

Azalea scanned our group.

"Affirmative," she confirmed. "All bases covered: cash payouts, resource shares, land rights, data swaps—terms spelled out crystal clear."

She motioned toward a secondary hologram.

"Contracts inked with every faction. Primus inflows have commenced too."

Her voice stayed level, yet steel underpinned it now.

"Should any of them break their promises," she continued, "you won't need to help them with their rifts or missions. Anything else… will be entirely up to you."

A soft chuckle escaped me.

"Primus has thought of everything," I remarked.

Our talk delved into the operation's specifics, covering schedules, backup plans, and inter-sector teamwork. With all pieces in place, the ultimate call was settled.

Three days from now.

The action would commence then.

Once the meeting wrapped up, I headed out with my summons back to the guest quarters. The mood there stood in stark contrast to the command center—far more laid-back and easy, though a subtle thrill hung in the air that we all felt.

We assembled in the central chamber, settling into seats without formality.

"So," I said, reclining a bit, "everyone pumped for the op?"

"Absolutely," Lyrate shot back right away, a subtle grin touching her mouth. "I'm hoping the Eternals… and those ruling races strike back. Could use some excitement."

Silver let out a quiet laugh, obviously on board.

Ash appeared pensive, though.

"Will they hit back?" he questioned, fixing his gaze on me.

"Definitely," I replied firmly. "They will."

I leaned in a touch.

"An envoy was pulling Hollow Star's strings. No word from him so far. And I doubt such a figure works solo."

My eyes flicked sideways for a moment.

"There's a higher-up on the Eternal side overseeing this galaxy. After our moves on those Grade 3 rifts… they won't sit quiet."

Aurora gave a slight smile.

"Plus, after yesterday's meetup," she noted, "the traitors have leaked it all already."

I gave a nod.

"Exactly," I stated evenly, "brace for a fierce comeback."

No trace of dread filled the space—just pure preparedness.

"Besides," I said, stretching out to loosen my shoulders, "this op has another key objective."

My voice altered subtly.

"One I'd call even bigger than handling the rifts."

Knight chimed in next.

"Solid strategy," he declared, lifting his hand.

A violet token materialized in his grasp. Instantly, everyone's focus locked onto it.

"Precisely," I agreed with a nod.

A shared realization bonded us all. Smiles crept onto several faces as they eyed the token.

Silver cocked his head a fraction.

"What comes next," he inquired, "after you pull off your scheme?"

I drew forth my own violet token, twirling it leisurely between fingers. Its light shimmered softly over my skin.

"Simple," I answered steadily, "I seize the Blue Spiral Galaxy."

"Tackling the Grade 3 rifts…" I went on, eyeing the token, "…serves as mere cover."

I raised my eyes.

"The true prize is..."

A subtle grin emerged.

"Wrapping up this scheme."