My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 846 The Only Saint

After the explosion subsided, the void hung in silence for a few moments.

All signs of wreckage, troops, and even the enormous Feron leader had disappeared entirely, as if they had never been present. Xeron lingered his gaze on the barren expanse a short while more before releasing a slow breath.

"You've truly turned fearsome," he murmured.

His attention then returned to me. The astonishment in his eyes had dissipated, giving way to intrigue.

I folded my arms and regarded him steadily.

"Now that we're laying our cards on the table," I stated, "let me ask you something."

Xeron arched a brow.

"What are you curious about?"

"The Nagas hold the apex of the food chain across this galaxy," I remarked. "Your armadas dominate everywhere. Your sway reaches nearly every key society."

I motioned lightly at the surrounding emptiness.

"So, precisely what role do you play in this grand scheme?"

His eyes tightened a bit as he absorbed my words.

"Should my Order keep expanding," I pressed on, "would the Naga Empire take action against us?"

The query lingered in the vacuum.

"And crucially," I appended, "where does your allegiance rest?"

Xeron observed me wordlessly for a few seconds.

Then a soft chuckle escaped him.

"That's a bold inquiry indeed."

"Well," I responded, "you've already glimpsed half my existence via Dante's recollections. I believe subtlety is behind us."

He inclined his head faintly.

"Point taken."

Xeron advanced a step and placed one hand at his back while surveying the infinite darkness.

"The Naga species wields great might in this galaxy, certainly," he stated evenly. "Yet we do not govern it."

His tone stayed even-keeled.

"Our power stems from equilibrium. We preserve harmony among the primary groups to prevent the galaxy from spiraling into disorder."

I observed him intently.

"If one force swells too overwhelmingly," he went on, "rivals will inevitably challenge it. The Nagas seldom meddle outright except when the equilibrium faces peril."

He tilted his head marginally toward me.

"Thus, if your Order of Absolute persists in its growth?"

He lifted his shoulders.

"In all probability, the Nagas will merely watch."

"Watch?" I echoed.

"Indeed," he affirmed. "You're not upsetting the galaxy's order. Actually, from our viewpoint, you're achieving something rather beneficial."

I lifted a brow.

"Tidying up the Eternals, Rifts, and Hollow Star's chaos."

That response caught me off guard.

Xeron offered a subtle smile.

"Hollow Star has long been a persistent irritant to many."

He halted briefly before resuming.

"However, you inquired about my loyalties."

His stare grew more intense now.

"I remain a Naga general at heart. My obligation is to the Naga society."

Then a minor grin resurfaced.

"Yet I am also a shard of Dante."

His golden gaze locked with mine.

"And Dante placed faith in you. Therefore, should the day arrive," I uttered deliberately, "when the Naga Empire deems the Order of Absolute too threatening?"

Xeron showed no delay.

"In that case, I shall fulfill my obligation."

He paused.

"However…"

A subtle smirk crossed his features.

"I doubt that by the time such a moment arises," Xeron remarked steadily, "you won't possess the might to confront the Nagas directly. And should that occur… negotiation would be the sole path forward."

I gave a faint smirk.

"Logical."

I eyed him once more.

"So, how formidable is your Matriarch? Does she rank as a Saint?"

"Impressive," he remarked with a grin. "See you there. Already probing for every secret of the Naga kind."

I offered no response. I merely held his gaze.

Moments later, he let out a sigh.

"Affirmative," he confirmed. "She holds the title of Saint. The sole Saint within this galaxy."

He cast a look into the emptiness prior to proceeding.

"All others resemble you and me. Poised at the edge… yet barred from progressing."

"Why is that?" I inquired.

"Numerous causes," Xeron answered.

"Certain individuals simply choose not to proceed. Attaining Sainthood involves grave peril. The chance of defeat looms large."

He started tallying with his digits.

"Others never fulfill the essential requirements. Some falter at the ultimate trial for elevation. And others…"

He shrugged.

"…simply shun the burden."

"Why reject such immense power?" I questioned.

"For ascending to Sainthood alters one's place in reality."

His face grew grave.

"Upon becoming a Saint, you join the forefront battling the Eternals."

He fixed his eyes on me squarely.

"You've learned of the advanced rifts, correct? Those that can annihilate whole galaxies."

I nodded gradually.

"Indeed," he whispered, "when such rifts emerge… who do you suppose holds the defense?"

"The Saints."

The reply weighed down the atmosphere.

After a beat, I nodded once more.

"Thus, your Matriarch stands as the galaxy's only Saint," I noted. "Despite that, the Ferans still provoke the Nagas."

"Naturally," Xeron shot back without pause.

"They enjoy the Griffins' support. The Griffins boast several Saints among them. Merely none posted in this specific galaxy."

I crossed my arms anew.

"Then the Nagas must have Saints in other galaxies as well, no?"

"We possess them," he responded. "But Nagas avoid meddling in foreign galaxies or intruding on others' matters."

His manner was nonchalant.

"Our kind typically favors order and tranquility."

Then he emitted a mild scoff.

"It's the Griffins and Dragons who relish igniting every conflict."

I shot him a sidelong glance.

"What was your birth race?" I queried.

Xeron regarded me briefly.

Suddenly, he erupted into hearty laughter.

"What leads you to believe I'd disclose that?" he gasped amid chuckles. "Even Dante concealed his true visage from you."

He dabbed at a tear near his eye.

"That's my deepest mystery, young one."

He halted, then fixed me with an oddly solemn look.

"My deepest mystery."

And then laughter overtook him once more.

The manner of his declaration stirred a faint unease in me.

"Fine," I said flatly. "No need for such excessive mirth."

I indicated the facility at my rear.

"In any case, this outpost falls under my command now, General Xeron. Feel free to lead your forces back to your origins."

He gradually ceased his amusement and met my eyes again.

"Sure, sure, understood," he acknowledged. "This outpost is yours to command."

Then his gaze intensified subtly.

"But regarding Hollow Star's central base? Why not divulge its location to us?"

I creased my brow faintly.

"Why should I? It's my conquest's prize. I'll retain it."

Xeron made a tsking sound.

"Oh, come now, Billion. Your aim is the Prime Galaxy. Nothing here warrants such attachment. Sustaining a group like this holds little long-term value."

"It holds value, of course," I countered steadily. "Suppose the galaxy's races band together against me someday? What then?"

Xeron huffed.

"Should every race ally against you, this modest outfit won't rescue you regardless."

He inclined nearer.

"Hear me out, young one. Share it with us, and I can deliver you ample advantages."

I merely shook my head.

"No advantage you propose outweighs that, General. I refuse to share."