My Talent's Name Is Generator - Chapter 689

Capítulo 689: A New Name

“The next name was suggested by our boss himself.” Aurora said and the words appeared.

Order of Absolute.

North was the first to break the silence. “I agree to this.” she said softly.

Silver nodded. “Clean and strong. Also, elegant in a way.”

Lyrate frowned. “I hate that I don’t hate it.”

Aurora smirked. “High praise.”

Steve scratched his head. “Okay… yeah. That one works.”

All eyes turned to me.

I spoke slowly, making sure every word landed.

“It’s not about us,” I said. “It’s about what we do. We don’t rule. We don’t conquer. Whoever wants to sit on a throne can do so. Whoever wants to build an empire is free to try.” I paused. “That’s not our concern.”

My voice hardened, just a little.

“Our role is to lay down the framework that allows this universe to survive. The rules that keep it standing. The lines that cannot be crossed. This universe is under invasion by something that wants to replace it. And when that happens, neutrality becomes a lie.”

I met each of their eyes in turn.

“We will protect the laws that make this universe what it is. We will enforce them absolutely. Not selectively. Not politically. Absolutely. If you rule within those laws, you will never hear our name. But the moment you break them, when your ambition threatens the peace and existence itself, there will be consequences. We are not here to be loved. We are here to make sure there is still a universe left for others to fight over.”

I didn’t stop there.

“Our response won’t be balanced,” I continued. “It won’t be negotiable. When we act, there will be no middle ground. Our loyalty will be absolute. To this universe. To its continued existence. Not to factions, not to races, not to crowns or councils. If something threatens the foundation itself, we will stand against it, no matter who it is.

And when we move, our wrath will be absolute as well. Not reckless. Not emotional. Final. We won’t warn twice. We won’t bargain after the line is crossed. We won’t pretend there’s a compromise when there isn’t.

Our violence won’t be random. It will be deliberate. Precise. Enough to end the threat and remind everyone watching why those lines exist in the first place.”

Silence filled the room.

“This isn’t about choosing sides,” I said. “It’s about drawing a boundary. You stay within it, and we don’t interfere. You cross it, and you face us.”

I raised my eyes again.

“That’s what Absolute means.”

Aurora’s grin widened. “Exactly.”

Primus raised his glass. “Then it’s settled.”

Ragnar thumped his chest and followed. “Order of Absolute.”

One by one, they nodded.

That was how it happened.

No ceremony. No declaration.

Just a group of people, a table, some arguments, and one name that felt right.

And that was why, when Dravon asked me what our organization was called, I answered without hesitation.

“Order of Absolute,” I said.

Then I stopped holding back.

The suppression I had maintained shattered silently.

My aura poured out. It wasn’t explosive. It descended.

The ship shuddered first, metal groaning as if its structure had suddenly forgotten how to exist under its own weight. Lights dimmed. Essence conduits froze mid-flow, their currents going unnaturally still. The hum of the engines faded into nothing, as though sound itself had been pressed flat.

Outside, the void changed.

Essence across the surrounding space stopped moving. Waves, fluctuations, background currents… all of it vanished. It felt as if the universe had drawn a sharp breath and forgotten how to exhale.

Death didn’t arrive loudly.

It arrived quietly, absolutely.

Dravon stiffened. His knees bent slightly before he could stop them. The two demons beside him staggered, their armor creaking as their bodies instinctively tried to kneel. Their faces drained of color, eyes wide, pupils trembling as they stared at me in raw disbelief.

This wasn’t pressure. This was authority.

Then, just as suddenly—

I pulled it back.

The aura vanished as if it had never existed.

The ship steadied. Essence resumed its flow. Sound returned. Space breathed again.

Dravon sucked in a sharp breath, sweat beading on his brow. His hands trembled before he clenched them into fists, forcing control back into his body.

He stared at me, horror and understanding colliding in his eyes.

I met his gaze calmly.

“Things are going to change in the Blue Spiral Galaxy,” I said. “And we will be the ones to lead that change. Today, I’m extending a hand of friendship to you. How you respond to it is your choice. What follows after will be the consequences of that choice.”

Dravon swallowed hard and nodded.

“I… I understand,” he said. Then he hesitated. “But I have a question, if you don’t mind answering.”

“Go ahead,” I replied.

“Why were you hidden for so long?” he asked. “Why doesn’t anyone know about your group?”

A small grin escaped me.

“Hidden for long?” I said. “I’m not even twenty years old.”

Dravon froze.

“What?” he said, staring at me. “Are you joking with me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He blinked several times, clearly trying to process that. Then he let out a long, heavy breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and straightened himself again.

“I have so many questions but I will control myself.” he said slowly, “Then I’m not wrong to assume that this will be the first step that makes you known to the rest of the galaxy.”

I nodded.

“In that case,” Dravon continued, his tone steady now, “I’ll gladly be part of your legend. Mazikeen and Korvath are people I trust with my life. If you trust me, you should trust them as well.”

I nodded.

He continued, “Have you ever been to a rift before?”

“This will be our first,” I replied.

Dravon nodded. “That’s good. Rifts like this are the most common in our galaxy. They teach you what to expect from the Eternals.”

He looked past me for a moment, as if seeing the battlefield ahead.

“This is a Grade Four rift,” he said. “Over the past decade, we’ve tried to close it using overwhelming force more times than I can count. Every time, the Eternals were ready.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Right now, only Transcendents like us are assigned to Grade Four rifts,” he explained. “We’ve tried sending stronger ones too, older Transcendents with deeper experience, people who were close to reaching Saint level. Every time we did, they responded with someone just as strong.”

He let out a quiet sigh.

“We even sent a Saint once,” he continued. “They answered with one of their own.”

Dravon’s jaw tightened. “That’s how we ended up in this stalemate. We can’t push forward, but we can’t retreat either.”

His eyes hardened.

“And in the end, we’re the ones losing. They fight with Phantoms and Abominations while we lose real people.”

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