My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 844 Meeting Xeron, The New Dante

"Damn," I whispered quietly. "I'm utterly speechless."

Xeron gave a soft snort.

"Speechless? That's unusual," he remarked, shaking his head with amusement. "You've never been great at expressing yourself verbally."

I gazed at the elderly Naga a bit longer.

A peculiar feeling of relief gradually filled my chest, one I hadn't even noticed weighing on me for so long. Upon Dante's death, I had come to terms with it. No alternative existed. I had suppressed the recollection of that instant and pressed on, as battles never ceased. I had come to accept his sacrifice for Steve and North.

Yet here this elder Naga stood before me, serenely revealing that Dante had dispersed replicas of himself throughout the universe like scattered seeds.

I couldn't decide if I should admire his outrageous foresight or resent him for withholding this information from me all along.

A portion of me even speculated whether the true Dante was out there somewhere, chuckling at the turmoil he had unleashed.

I let go of Xeron's hand and leaned back a touch, crossing my arms while letting out a breath.

My strategies had suddenly grown much more intricate.

With the Naga fleet's arrival, my original plan was to assert control right away. The circumstances required it. The Order of Absolute had seized seventy-two bases spanning the galaxy, and every prominent race would soon demand explanations. Demonstrating power upfront would simplify later discussions.

However, now this changed everything…

This involved Dante. Or at least something so akin to him that I couldn't handle it as mere diplomacy.

"So?" I questioned.

Xeron rubbed the side of his neck in contemplation before giving a shrug.

"Yeah," he answered offhandedly. "This has turned really strange."

His gaze darted momentarily to the figures hovering close by.

"We should discuss this privately."

Without awaiting my response, he pivoted away.

"Xebec. Noman," he summoned.

The two Nagas promptly stood taller.

"Let's head to the base and converse properly with Mr. Billion."

Xebec eyed him for several seconds, evidently displeased by the prior interaction's conclusion, but ultimately nodded briefly. The strain in the Naga ranks lessened a bit as the troops in the rear loosened their postures.

Shortly after, the whole party started their descent to the asteroid base. I observed them momentarily before turning to my companions.

"Aurora," I instructed, "handle our visitors."

Her gaze shifted quickly to Xeron and returned to me. A subtle smile curved her lips as she nodded curtly.

"Of course."

I directed my attention to the remaining members.

"The rest of you, proceed as well. I'll speak with General Xeron."

Steve arched an eyebrow but remained silent. North gave a simple nod, while Ragnar cracked his neck with a loud pop, seeming let down that the standoff had shifted to talks rather than combat.

They descended one after another toward the tower. As the group entered the structure, Xeron gestured with his hand. A delicate wave rippled across the atmosphere, creating a secluded pocket dimension around us.

At that point, his form started transforming. The bent-over old Naga gradually straightened up. Bones realigned, muscles firmed, and the frail look vanished like a mere facade. Within seconds, the aged general had disappeared.

Replacing him was a Naga in his prime, appearing even more youthful than Xebec.

Lengthy black hair cascaded over his shoulders, and the slender build from earlier had given way to a robust physique brimming with solid muscle.

"Ahh… how many years have I shuffled around stooped like that?" he murmured, arching his back in a stretch.

He inclined his head a little, surveying the enclosure from his increased stature.

"The perspective up here feels far superior."

Next, his eyes fixed on me. An odd grin formed on his features.

"I have to admit… I never dreamed that the head of the renowned Order of Absolute would turn out to be someone I helped nurture a little."

He let out a gentle chuckle and shook his head.

"Fate has truly bizarre methods."

"What memories did you witness?" I inquired.

"Every single one," he answered with an uneasy laugh. "Including the painful ones."

He scratched the nape of his neck before going on.

"Dante and I share a certain similarity. We both endured rotten fortune with the women in our lives."

The lightness in his tone diminished, and his face grew steadily more grave.

"But," he continued deliberately, "he regarded you with exceptionally high esteem. No… ridiculously high, actually."

His golden eyes examined me intently.

"And now I see the reason."

He halted briefly before resuming.

"Not even thirty years of age… yet poised at the edge of Saint attainment."

He exhaled softly.

"Scarcely any entities in the Prime Galaxy achieve this level at such a young age."

"So, are you Dante or Xeron? And precisely how does this cloning process function?" I pressed.

"In essence, I'm a combination of both," he stated evenly. "Our memories are identical. The sole genuine distinction lies in the split's timing, when the soul divided into various clones. After that, our paths separated."

He shrugged casually.

"Yet the core stays unchanged. Same temperament. Same reflexes. Even the same laws."

"Regarding the cloning method itself…" he shook his head faintly. "That's beyond my knowledge. The memory for it wasn't included in what I have."

Xeron stopped briefly, assessing me once more.

"Regardless, your growth to such power is remarkable." A subtle smile crossed his face. "Dante was convinced you'd eventually reshape the whole Blue Spiral Galaxy."

His eyes narrowed a fraction in respect.

"And I can tell he was correct."

"Well," I replied with a light shrug, "I'm simply aiming to get stronger. Events keep unfolding as I go."

Then I met his gaze squarely.

"So, what brought your fleet here truly?"

Xeron responded instantly, without pause.

"To claim the base, naturally."

He stated it as if it were utterly obvious.

"We couldn't capture it from Hollow Star previously. Their installations were shielded by the System, and outright assaulting them would provoke System backlash."

He opened his hands a bit.

"However, your group seems to lack any System safeguards."

"Thus, our approach was straightforward."

His golden eyes intensified slightly.

"Raze the base… or seize it before Hollow Star could reclaim it."