My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 733: General Kharzun

"Why are you worrying about it?" Lyrate said calmly. "Whatever it is, we will face it one day anyway. You are not the kind to stop halfway. We just need to make sure we are prepared."

I exhaled slowly and stood up.

"Yeah," I said. "Let’s see what the future has in store for us. Anyway, get ready to intimidate some people."

Not long after, space rippled again.

Saleos appeared beside us, his posture straight, his expression controlled but alert.

"They’re here," he said. "The representatives from demon headquarters."

The mood shifted instantly.

This was no longer a battlefield discussion. This was politics.

We remained where we were, standing on the fractured platform of the core layer. The void around us was calmer now, but traces of deathmist still drifted like fading smoke. Broken structures floated at a distance.

Demon forces were resting and recuperating.

Healers were running around.

A few minutes passed.

Then space folded.

A ship emerged from the void.

It was not massive like a war carrier used by the Ferans. It was compact, solid, and heavy-looking. Its hull was matte black with deep crimson lines etched across it, glowing faintly with embedded runes.

The ship slowed and anchored itself near the platform.

The hatch opened with a deep mechanical hum.

Three figures stepped out.

The one in front was old.

His back was slightly hunched. His armor was thick and layered, forged from dark metal with no scars. It looked like it was newly acquired and polished. His horns curved backward, shorter than most demons of his rank, their tips worn smooth. His eyes were sharp, steady, and deeply tired.

Behind him walked two younger demons.

Both were tall, broad-shouldered, and bare-chested, their bodies marked with scars and combat etchings. One carried a massive halberd resting on his shoulder, the other a curved blade humming softly with heat.

I scanned them instinctively.

The old demon.

Level in the high four hundreds. Close to five hundred.

A monster.

The two behind him were not far behind. Upper Transcendents.

All three stepped forward together.

Then they flashed.

Space folded once, clean and precise.

They appeared directly in front of us.

Saleos stepped forward immediately and placed a fist over his chest.

"Commander Saleos," he said. "Overseer of this rift. It is my honor to meet you, General Kharzun."

The old demon looked at him for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"Saleos," he said. His voice was rough, worn, but steady. "It has been a long time. I still remember when you were a Grandmaster, standing in my quarters asking if fear ever truly goes away."

Saleos smiled back, a rare softness crossing his face.

"Your advice stayed with me," he said. "It helped me reach where I am."

Kharzun nodded once.

"Good," he said. "Then it was worth giving."

The general turned his head and looked toward the empty space where the rift had once been.

Nothing remained now. No glow. No distortion. Just void.

"So," he said slowly. "It’s truly closed."

He exhaled.

"How many decades has it been since we successfully closed a rift of this grade?"

The two demons behind him stiffened slightly.

Saleos answered quietly.

"Too long."

Kharzun nodded again.

"Then this day will be recorded."

His gaze shifted back to us.

"And these," he said, "are not all your forces."

Saleos turned slightly and gestured toward me.

"This is Billion Ironhart," he said. "Leader of the Order of Absolute."

Kharzun’s eyes locked onto me instantly.

The two demons behind him intentionally gave out their auras.

At the same time, I felt it.

Ragnar’s aura stirred first. A low pressure spreading outward.

Aurora followed, lightning flickering faintly beneath her cloak.

Knight’s shadows deepened, space around him tightening almost imperceptibly.

Lyrate’s presence bloomed like restrained growth, creation laws whispering at the edge of reality.

Silver’s Essence sharpened, metallic and vast.

The platform trembled.

I stepped forward before it escalated further and extended my hand.

"It’s nice to meet you, General," I said. "You’re welcome to join the Order of Absolute anytime you want."

For a moment, the void was silent.

Then Kharzun laughed.

A deep, genuine laugh that echoed through space.

"Bold," he said, gripping my hand firmly. His grip was strong. "Very bold."

He released my hand and looked behind me at my people.

"I can see why this rift fell," he said. "You gathered monsters."

I smiled faintly.

"Yes. Literally."

One of the younger demons behind him let out a quiet snort.

Kharzun waved it off without even turning his head.

"I must thank you for your help," he said, his voice steady. "You may realize it, or you may not, but what you did here will be remembered for generations of demons. Many of them will sleep peacefully for the first time in a long while." His gaze shifted briefly to Saleos. "Including him."

Saleos did not respond, but his shoulders eased almost imperceptibly.

"This is only the beginning, General," I said. "I intend to return demons to a normal life. Not one spent standing guard in places like this, drowning in loss and waiting for the next disaster."

Kharzun studied me for a long moment, then laughed again, deeper this time.

"Wonderful," he said. "I like that attitude. I am far too old for such ambitions now, but it suits someone like you." His eyes narrowed slightly, sharp despite his age. "Someone with... special talents."

My smile deepened.

I understood exactly what he meant. And I could see it on him as well. That faint, familiar pressure around his presence. The subtle mark of system interference. This old demon had walked alongside the system for a long time.

Whether that made him an ally or something more complicated remained to be seen.

"Why don’t you and your people come with us to Dragos," Kharzun said. "There will be a celebration. After what you’ve done, it would be strange not to honor it. I believe you’ll enjoy it."

I nodded once. "We plan to come."

"Good," Kharzun said. "Give us some time to inspect what remains here. After that, we’ll leave together."

I nodded again, and with that, the three demons departed alongside Saleos.

The moment they were gone, Steve appeared at my side and casually draped an arm over my shoulder.

"So," he said with a grin, "a celebration. I’m really looking forward to this. Hopefully there’ll be some hot demonesses."

"Hot demonesses?" North cut in immediately, raising an eyebrow. "What happened to Mazikeen?"

Steve scratched the back of his head. "Well... she doesn’t exactly look like she wants a relationship. She’s been very clear about that."

"Relationship?" Lyrate stepped in and flicked Steve on the head. "Who said anything about that? You can have fun without a relationship."

Steve stared at her seriously. "That sounds extremely difficult. I have no skill in that area."

"Then let this queen guide you," Lyrate said smoothly, turning her head. "Aurora?"

"Hm?" Aurora responded, genuine curiosity on her face.

"Want to bet on who can help him get a demon into his bed first?" Lyrate asked.

"Wait, what?" Steve stammered.

Aurora stared at Lyrate for a heartbeat. Then a slow smile spread across her face. "What’s the stake?"

"One extra vote," Lyrate replied calmly.

"Deal," Aurora answered instantly. She flashed forward, but before her hand could reach Steve, Lyrate grabbed him by the hair and yanked him backward then vanished.

A boom echoed through the void as Aurora gave chase, lightning flaring, while Steve’s panicked scream followed shortly after.