My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 842 Saint Recognition

Effortlessly, I raised Xebec from the hidden platform we stood upon, gripping his throat to dangle him in the emptiness as he thrashed in my grasp.

Suddenly, a silvery radiance erupted from within me, enveloping my entire form in a flash. Delicate silver specks started ascending along my body, resembling myriad fireflies ascending into the blackness.

I blinked in astonishment at this abrupt transformation. Even Xebec's gaze expanded in surprise.

Yet he wasn't alone in his reaction.

Behind him, Xeron's face twisted abruptly. For the first time since his arrival, the elderly Naga's composed facade cracked. His eyes bulged as he fixed on the silvery light encircling my figure.

In the blink of an eye, his silhouette blurred. He materialized next to us.

His palm thrust out, seizing Xebec's shoulder. His gaze tightened while observing me, the disbelief in it plainly evident.

'Mr. Billion,' he uttered, his tone abruptly deferential, 'please… regard him as a mere youth. Release him.'

Yet his words scarcely registered with me.

My focus had entirely redirected.

The silvery radiance cloaking my form captivated me much more than the Naga writhing in my hold. I sensed the specks ascending over my skin, floating upward like embers in a languid stream.

'From where does this originate?' I pondered.

I turned my awareness inward.

It wasn't originating from my physique. The insight struck me nearly at once. The radiance materialized the instant the ambient Essence contacted me.

It was responding to my being.

Those silver specks were simply Essence altering upon encountering my aura.

Concurrently, I detected another detail.

The fury that had surged within me upon Xebec's assault dissipated as rapidly as it had ignited. The intense blaze of it subsided while my thoughts regained equilibrium.

Gradually, I relaxed my hold.

My digits parted from Xebec's neck.

Yet prior to dropping him, I extended my hand and gently pressed two fingers against his brow.

The result was instantaneous. His frame rocketed rearward like a launched missile. He hurtled directly into the dense array of Naga warriors trailing him. A few darted ahead to seize him, their ranks momentarily disintegrating as they cushioned the collision and stabilized him.

Their arms drooped naturally as they sought to restore discipline.

I disregarded the uproar entirely. My stare stayed riveted on my hand. The silvery radiance lingered, subtle specks ascending over my skin. At my side, Xeron gradually let go of my arm. He avoided glancing at the troops or Xebec.

His focus stayed riveted on me.

For an instant, he merely examined the radiance encircling my form. Then he murmured softly.

'Who could have imagined…' he remarked, his voice laced with true wonder.

'That you've grown so formidable already.'

His serpentine eyes scrutinized my features intently.

'And you're still so youthful.'

A short silence ensued.

'How did you achieve that?'

I regarded the aged Naga. Proximity to him intensified the peculiar sense of recognition. An element of his aura evoked a faint familiarity at the edge of my consciousness, despite my certainty that we'd never crossed paths before.

'Elder,' I stated, appraising his stooped build closely, 'do you recognize what this signifies?'

I elevated my hand marginally, permitting the floating silver specks to ascend amid us.

His countenance alone revealed his knowledge.

Xeron's gaze shifted from the light on my palm to my visage. A gradual, sly grin formed on his mouth.

'So you're unaware of its meaning,' he observed. 'Fascinating. Utterly fascinating.'

He lifted his own palm.

The instant he did so, the identical occurrence unfolded. Essence from the nearby void grazed his hand, and a subtle silvery radiance emerged around it, the same ascending specks manifesting momentarily before dissipating.

The radiance disappeared as swiftly as it had surfaced.

'Impressive feat, right?' he commented casually.

I offered no reply.

My stare remained locked on him, still anticipating an explanation.

Xeron appraised me for another beat before his grin dissolved into a graver look.

'Alright,' he conceded. 'I'll explain. But no further aggression. We've already stowed our arms.'

I cast a quick look at the Naga vessels. Their artillery was retracting indeed, the strain over the armada lessening a bit.

I inclined my head.

Xeron indicated the radiance on my hand.

'That light denotes a precise condition in this cosmos,' he articulated deliberately. 'It's the marker of one nearing Saint status.'

His eyes intensified marginally.

'And it intensifies upon attaining it.'

'A Saint,' I echoed softly.

'Indeed,' Xeron affirmed. 'It seems you've attained the brink. All that's left is the advancement itself.'

He offered a slight bow of the head.

'My felicitations.'

I glanced back at my hand. The silvery radiance persisted in ascending via tiny specks. Thus, this marked Saint level. A tangible response from the cosmos itself.

Xeron proceeded with his words.

'The ambient Essence is reacting to your essence,' he explained. 'That silver hue signifies its submission. A type of yielding.'

As he voiced that, an idea abruptly crossed my thoughts. And prior to either of us uttering more, the radiance started to alter.

Commencing at my palm, the silver specks evolved. The shade intensified. The floating gleams morphed into purple. In mere moments, the full radiance around my body had shifted to purple, the specks rising like shadowy embers in the void.

We both gazed at it. The change concluded.

Xeron blinked.

Then his eyes expanded.

'And now what in blazes is that?' he exclaimed in real dismay.

I grinned.

'Not sharing.'

With a minor flick of my fingers, I drew the purple Essence into myself. Simultaneously, I repelled the ambient Essence that had been grazing me. The specks evaporated at once, the radiance dimming until it was gone.

For a moment, the area between us reverted to its usual tranquility.

I clasped my hands behind my back and regarded Xeron steadily.

'So, General Xeron,' I inquired, 'how may we assist you?'

The veteran Naga straightened a touch and appraised me once more. From this distance, his reptilian eyes gleamed keen and perceptive, the sort that overlooked scant details. For a moment, he appeared to deliberate something internally.

'You're brimming with unexpected turns, Mr. Billion,' he concluded. 'Yet we're not here for conflict.'

He motioned faintly toward the vessels trailing him.

'We've arrived merely to present ourselves. That's all.'

Behind him, Xebec had regained his footing and rejoined the Naga ranks. The rage on his features hadn't lessened. If anything, the short embarrassment had amplified it. Next to him, the silent female Naga since their coming now positioned with arms casually crossed. Her eyes were slightly squinted as she tracked my every action.

'An introduction, then,' I remarked.

I advanced and proffered my hand to Xeron.

'Pleased to make your acquaintance.'

Xeron let out a gentle laugh and extended to clasp my hand. His clasp was solid, much mightier than his bent posture implied.

For a moment, the clasp seemed utterly ordinary.

Then our faces altered. Our gazes widened simultaneously.