My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 842 Saint Recognition

With ease, I hoisted Xebec from the unseen platform we stood upon, keeping him dangling in the emptiness by his neck as he writhed against my hold.

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

The abrupt transformation made me blink in astonishment. Even Xebec's gaze widened in shock.

Yet he wasn't alone in that reaction.

Behind him, Xeron's face twisted dramatically. For the first time since his arrival, the elderly Naga's composure cracked. His eyes bulged as he fixed on the silvery light cloaking my form.

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

His palm thrust out, seizing Xebec's shoulder. His gaze tightened on me, the disbelief in it plain to see.

"Mr. Billion," he uttered, his tone shifting to deference, "please… regard him as a mere youth. Release him."

His words scarcely registered with me.

My focus had utterly diverted.

The silvery radiance encircling my frame captivated me far beyond the Naga flailing in my grasp. I sensed the specks ascending over my flesh, floating upward like embers in a languid flow.

'From where does this originate?' I pondered.

I turned my awareness inward.

It wasn't originating from within me. The insight struck me right away. The radiance materialized the instant ambient Essence contacted my being.

It was responding to my aura.

Those silver specks were simply Essence altering upon grazing my essence.

Concurrently, I detected another shift.

The fury that had surged within me upon Xebec's assault was dissipating as swiftly as it had ignited. The intense blaze of it tempered as my thoughts regained balance.

Gradually, I relaxed my hold.

My digits slipped from Xebec's neck.

Yet prior to dropping him, I extended and lightly pressed two fingers to his brow.

The result was instantaneous. His form rocketed rearward like a launched missile. He hurtled directly into the dense ranks of Naga warriors trailing him. A few dashed ahead to seize him, their array crumbling briefly as they buffered the collision and stabilized him.

Their arms dropped naturally while they strove to restore discipline.

I paid no heed to the uproar. My stare lingered on my hand. The silvery radiance persisted, subtle specks wafting upward 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 around my form. Then he murmured softly.

"Who could have imagined…" he expressed, his words laced with true wonder.

"That you've grown so formidable already."

His serpentine gaze scrutinized my features intently.

"And you're still so youthful."

A short silence ensued.

"How did you achieve that?"

I regarded the aged Naga. Being so near him intensified the odd sense of familiarity. An element of his aura evoked a faint echo in my subconscious, despite my certainty we'd never crossed paths before.

"Old man," I stated, eyeing his stooped build closely, "do you recognize this?"

I raised my hand a bit, allowing the floating silver specks to ascend amid us.

His countenance alone revealed he did.

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

"So you're unaware of what this signifies," he noted. "Fascinating. Utterly fascinating."

He elevated his own palm.

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

The radiance disappeared as abruptly as it had surfaced.

"Impressive feat, right?" he remarked casually.

I offered no reply.

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

Xeron observed me briefly longer before his grin dissolved into a graver look.

"Alright," he conceded. "I can explain it to you. But no further aggression. We've already stowed our arms."

I cast a quick look toward the Naga vessels. Their artillery was withdrawing indeed, the strain over the armada lessening a touch.

I inclined my head.

Xeron indicated the radiance encircling my palm.

"That light denotes a precise phenomenon in this cosmos," he explained deliberately. "It's the mark of one nearing Saint status."

His gaze intensified a fraction.

"And it becomes permanent once you attain it."

"A Saint," I echoed softly.

"Indeed," Xeron affirmed. "It seems you've crossed the boundary. All that's left is the advancement ceremony."

He offered a slight bow of the head.

"My felicitations."

I glanced back at my palm. The silver radiance kept ascending in tiny specks. Thus, this signified the approach to Saint tier. A tangible response from the cosmos itself.

Xeron pressed on with his words.

"The ambient Essence is yielding to your aura," he described. "That silver hue signifies its submission. A gesture of capitulation."

Upon hearing that, an idea flashed across my thoughts. And ere we could exchange another syllable, the radiance started to alter.

From my palm onward, the silver specks mutated. The shade intensified. The floating gleams evolved into purple. In mere moments, the full radiance about my form had shifted to purple, the specks rising like shadowy embers in the abyss.

We both gaped at it. The change concluded.

Xeron blinked.

Then his eyes expanded.

"Now what in the world is that?" he exclaimed in raw disbelief.

I grinned.

"Not sharing."

With a subtle flick of my fingers, I drew the purple Essence back within me. Simultaneously, I repelled the ambient Essence that had been contacting me. The specks evaporated at once, the radiance dimming until it was gone.

For a beat, the void between us reverted to its usual calm.

I clasped my hands at my back and faced Xeron steadily.

"So, General Xeron," I inquired, "how might we assist you?"

The elder Naga drew himself up a tad and appraised me once more. At such proximity, his reptilian eyes gleamed with acuity and vigilance, the sort that overlooked scant detail. For a moment, he appeared to mull over a decision in his thoughts.

"You're brimming with unexpected twists, Mr. Billion," he finally declared. "But we've no intent to clash."

He motioned faintly toward the vessels trailing him.

"Our purpose is merely to present ourselves. That's all."

Behind him, Xebec had regained his footing and rejoined the Naga ranks. The rage etched on his features hadn't lessened. If possible, the fleeting disgrace had amplified it. Next to him, the silent female Naga since their coming now positioned her limbs in a casual cross. Her eyes slitted faintly as she tracked each of my motions.

"An introduction, then," I remarked.

I advanced and proffered my hand to Xeron.

"Pleasure 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 an instant, the clasp seemed wholly ordinary.

Then our faces altered. Our gazes widened simultaneously.