My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 843 A Handshake Across Lifetimes

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I replied, stretching out my hand.

A soft chuckle escaped Xeron as he extended his arm to grasp it. His hold proved solid, much more powerful than his stooped posture implied. Briefly, it felt like an ordinary greeting between strangers encountering each other for the initial time.

Then the event unfolded.

As soon as our palms connected, a sharp burst ripped across my thoughts.

A recollection.

It struck with immense intensity, causing the current scene to disappear momentarily, supplanted by a vision from long ago.

Dante appeared before me once more.

His form had been weakening rapidly during that instance. The weariness etched on his features lingered in my mind, along with the struggle required just to raise his arm. With evident effort, Dante gradually lifted his right hand and placed it on his brow. His digits shook fiercely while he extracted something from within.

A subtle azure light had surfaced from his skull. A tiny sphere of luminescence, throbbing gently akin to a delicate pulse.

Upon reopening his right eye, it locked straight onto mine.

"These are my memories," he uttered, his tone frail yet resolute. "Keep this stored in your mind."

A subtle grin formed on his mouth.

"Don't read it yet… there are some embarrassing moments in there."

He attempted a laugh, which morphed into a harsh cough instead.

"One day," he murmured softly, "it will help you."

The little orb drifted lazily in my direction. For a split second, I paused, uncertain about receiving such an intimate gift.

Yet the honesty in his stare resolved my doubts. I permitted the orb to integrate into my thoughts.

It delved profoundly into my soul space, nestling under the Time runes, where it stayed inactive.

"Thank you, Billion," Dante breathed as his vitality waned.

"I'm glad I met you three. Vaythos will have a bright future ahead."

The recollection concluded just as suddenly as it had surfaced.

The present snapped back.

I remained positioned over Base Thirty-Four, my fingers still intertwined with Xeron's.

However, a shift had occurred. In the depths of my soul space, the inactive piece from Dante started to quiver. Prior to any response from me, the piece ascended dynamically, resembling a vital entity. The compact bundle of locked recollections broke loose from its haven and propelled through my awareness.

Instantly, it departed my form entirely. A dim blue flicker sparked amid our connected palms. The memory piece streamed straight into Xeron's thoughts.

Xeron's gaze expanded for the tiniest instant.

Then they shut. His clasp on my hand grew a bit firmer while his whole frame froze.

Xeron's eyes stayed shut while the memory piece integrated into his thoughts.

Over several seconds, stillness enveloped our surroundings. The emptiness stayed silent, with the pair of Naga vessels lingering close by, their teams still on edge from the near-conflict that had threatened to ignite. In Xeron's rear, the troops holding Xebec observed warily, unsure if they ought to step in or merely hold back.

I stayed motionless too.

My palm remained linked to his, though my focus shifted inside.

Right when the piece exited my soul space, another element trailed it. Not the full recollection Dante provided, but a minuscule shard of it, concealed even from my own knowledge until this point. It rose through my mind like an envelope at last unsealing.

My surroundings grew hazy as the shard expanded.

A silhouette materialized.

He lingered solitary in a isolated dimension. The individual donned billowing white garments that swayed lightly, as if caressed by a gentle breeze. His countenance concealed by a sleek dark visor, the type that disclosed zero hints of the wearer.

Still, the instant I beheld him, his identity became clear.

Dante.

He inclined his head a touch, seeming to peer right at me across the barrier of ages.

"Billion," he stated evenly. "This is for you."

His tone held the familiar subdued wit from my past encounters, yet a deeper weight lurked underneath.

"If you are seeing this, then that means the Dante you knew is no more."

He halted briefly, then released a gentle laugh.

"But Dante is just one," he went on. "It is not me."

He folded his hands casually at his back and started pacing leisurely over the barren area.

"You see, I am being hunted by the Prime Galaxy," he remarked casually. "I have made some very powerful enemies there."

Yet another brief chuckle slipped out.

"So I used an ancient technique."

He elevated a single hand marginally.

"I split my soul and scattered my clones across the universe."

He pivoted a bit back toward me.

"The Dante you met was one such clone."

No trace of sorrow colored his words on that note.

"Each clone carries a fragment of my soul and a part of my memories. Most of them will live their own lives, unaware of the others. Some will die. Some will grow powerful. A few might eventually find one another."

His veiled visage nodded once more.

"And I hope that one day you will meet another one."

The area encircling him grew faintly darker as the recollection neared conclusion.

"The memory I shared with you carries more than just information," he pressed on. "It contains a small fragment of my soul."

"That fragment will recognize another fragment if one is nearby."

He extended one digit.

"When that happens, the memories will awaken and help that clone understand who you are."

A further gentle laugh came from him.

"You can treat that person as another Dante as well."

The recollection started to fade away.

"And these memories will help him… or her… or whatever form I take next…"

His words trailed off a little.

"…become familiar with you."

The apparition disappeared. I floated anew over Base Thirty-Four, my grip still on Xeron's hand. Opposite me, the elderly Naga's lids lifted gradually. For the first occasion since our encounter, the mischievous assurance in his look had vanished.

In its place stood acknowledgment. And a hint perilously akin to incredulity.

He gazed at me extendedly prior to uttering a word.

"Well," he murmured softly, a subtle grin gradually appearing on his features, "that explains a few things."

At his back, Xebec continued to scowl in my direction, oblivious to the recent occurrence.

Yet Xeron's stare stayed fixed on mine. And at last, I comprehended the reason the aged Naga seemed recognizable from our first sight. Yet another shard of Dante's soul had ultimately located me.