My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 847 Back To Abor

He let out a deep sigh.

"You truly lack vision," he remarked. "Forming an alliance with the Nagas in this galaxy would benefit you greatly over time."

"Naturally, that's my intention," I responded.

"However, not at the cost of handing over such a precious asset."

A faint smirk crossed my lips.

"In its place, you'll receive our assistance in handling your rifts."

Xeron's face changed subtly.

"How does a single headquarters weigh against the salvation of countless Naga lives, General?" I went on easily. "I'll suggest that deal to your Matriarch."

He blinked in surprise.

"Blast it," he grumbled. "So you do possess some intelligence."

Then his features took on a touch of frustration.

"Yet you won't get to see the Matriarch."

"And why is that?" I inquired.

"She's ventured into the Crimson Zone."

"Is that so?" I arched a brow. "Her as well?"

I cocked my head a bit.

"Incidentally… what precisely is this Crimson Zone?"

Xeron snorted dismissively.

"Go discover it on your own. I'm without any details on it."

"I suspect you have knowledge," I stated.

He regarded me with a blank stare.

"Even if that's true, I wouldn't reveal it."

Irritation laced his voice distinctly.

I gave a light shrug.

"Very well. Someday I'll uncover it myself."

After a brief pause, I added steadily.

"In the meantime, I'll continue to grow more powerful… powerful enough to force your Matriarch to emerge and face me personally."

Xeron fixed his gaze on me briefly before a smile crept over his features.

"Quite the lofty goals."

He inclined his head gradually.

"Very well. We'll depart from your base."

Abruptly, he switched subjects.

"You're acquainted with Azalea, aren't you?"

I dipped my head.

"Indeed."

"Why not join me in visiting her?" Xeron suggested. "She was searching for you."

That took me a bit aback.

"She was?" I questioned.

"Yes," he answered. "It concerns how you rescued her."

He lifted his shoulders nonchalantly.

"You ought to see her. Plus, you'll witness the Naga capital."

I pondered briefly before declining with a shake of my head.

"I'm pleased she's faring well," I noted. "But I can't accompany you at present. Duties still demand my attention."

Then a subtle smirk formed.

"Inform her to await the moment a silver light graces the Naga world."

Xeron blinked once more, then eyed me with evident amusement.

"Such audacity."

He let out a laugh.

"Though I admire it."

"Fair enough. It was a pleasure encountering you, Billion."

He hesitated, then appended,

"I won't seek out Steve and North immediately. But please clarify the circumstances to them on my behalf."

His eyes narrowed with keen curiosity.

"And when you finally visit us… I'll discuss matters properly with them too."

I gave a nod.

Silence hung between us briefly. Xeron cast me a final glance, blending intrigue and entertainment, as though gauging my potential future reach.

Wordlessly, he pivoted and headed downward. Upon arriving at the lower sections, the remaining Naga officers and troops started appearing from within the tower's depths, where they'd lingered. They swiftly assembled near their general, sharing quick gestures prior to advancing to their vessels.

Xebec and the Naga female shot me a grave glance before boarding their ships.

The engines purred gently as the armada positioned itself. Shortly after, space distorted, portals manifesting before them. The vessels surged forward and vanished into the swirling portals, fading into the emptiness until only the vast stars lingered.

Moments passed before my summons—Steve, North, and the rest—materialized behind me, their eyes locked on the spot where the Naga fleet had departed.

"So, how did the talk go?" Knight inquired.

"Well… it turned out quite unexpected," I admitted.

They all turned to me while I succinctly described General Xeron's true nature and the insights from our exchange.

Steve's eyes grew wide.

"He's Dante?" he exclaimed, stunned.

"Technically, he's not the original Dante," I clarified. "Rather, he's like a duplicate of him."

Steve furrowed his brow.

"Just how many duplicates does he possess?"

"No idea," I replied with a casual shrug. "Could be millions… or perhaps just a handful. Difficult to tell."

I shook my head faintly.

"The guy remains an utter enigma."

North had stayed remarkably silent throughout the discussion.

I turned to her.

"North, what's troubling you?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing at all."

Yet after a pause, she murmured softly,

"It's simply… he's not really Dante."

Her gaze was faraway.

"He merely viewed the recollections. He didn't experience them alongside us."

I breathed out gradually and nodded.

"Yes, I share that view."

We fell quiet for several moments.

"In any case," I proceeded, "they won't trouble our outposts anymore. I'm confident of it. Xeron strikes me as clever; he won't intrude following today's events."

I directed my sight to the remote stars.

"Others, however, might not hold back."

My attention returned to my companions.

"That's why you'll each station yourselves to protect one of our main sector bases."

Ragnar's ears perked up eagerly.

"Be it foreign species or bandit crews," I stated evenly, "request their departure once."

"Should they decline…"

I halted briefly.

"Eliminate them. Raze it all. We'll hold position on Abor for a month to secure every outpost."

They all assented. Ragnar flexed his knuckles with a broad smile, while Lyrate extended her digits like preparing for combat.

Following that, we made our way back to Abor's central hub.

Within the control dome, my allies were already quarreling over base assignments. Projected charts hovered nearby as Ragnar and Knight indicated various areas, arguing over which spots might draw threats from competing factions or outlaws. Ash watched the debate in quiet.

I allowed them to strategize and headed to the chamber's opposite side, where General Kharzun, Primus, and Saleos awaited.

"Thanks a lot," I expressed upon nearing. "For your support throughout this mission and providing your forces when required."

General Kharzun grinned.

"Actually, we're the ones who owe you gratitude."

He motioned at the stellar display in the space.

"Access to those three bases near our center lets us track Eternal activities much more effectively now."

His look grew affectionate.

"And we're lucky to forge this friendship with you… courtesy of Primus."

"Whenever you require additional troops, warriors, or any aid, feel free to call," Kharzun added. "The Demon Monarch is absent presently, but upon his return, I'm sure he'll host you for festivities. He'll be delighted you aided his kin in tough times."

I nodded with a subtle smile.

"Of course. No issue. I'll attend if it comes up."

My eyes then moved to Primus.

Kharzun let out a soft chuckle.

"We'll leave you both to chat privately."

"Let's go, Saleos," he instructed.

They exited the dome, isolating Primus and me.

I regarded him shortly before advancing and drawing him into a short embrace.

"Man… I long for those times we shared," he said, chuckling.

I laughed lightly.

"How's your daughter faring?"

His expression eased.

"She's thriving," he said. "With her mother returned, stability has returned."

He stopped briefly before going on.

"I haven't shared all the events with her, but her mother's conduct has improved. So… everything's positive now."

"Glad to hear that," I replied.

Primus inclined his head.

"Our covert intel network is progressing nicely as well. We've begun reaching out to adjacent worlds."

His sight drifted to the star chart.

"But having these bases… it should allow even greater growth."

I assented.

"Set it up. Make good use of them."

Primus examined me closely.

"Are you serious about me overseeing all seventy-two bases?"

"Absolutely," I affirmed promptly. "It'd be a huge help."

I crossed my arms.

"We can't linger here indefinitely. Before long, we'll advance to tackle larger conflicts."

"Sealing massive rifts. Confronting mightier foes. Bringing the war to those who believe themselves invincible."

A soft grin touched my lips.

"For the Order of Absolute to expand, our reputation must echo across the stars."

Primus nodded deliberately.

"Understood. I'll manage it."

Then he breathed a sigh.

"Still, my quest hasn't come through yet."

"I know," I acknowledged. "Neither has mine for the next advancement."

I held for an instant.

"But rest easy. I believe it'll arrive shortly."

Primus nodded.

Yet in my thoughts, another idea surfaced. Should I ever connect directly with the System once more…I'd inquire why Primus's quest remained pending.