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

Under my breath, I muttered, "Damn." "I'm utterly speechless."

Xeron let out a soft snort.

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

For another moment, I gazed at the elderly Naga.

A peculiar feeling of ease gradually filled my chest, a burden I hadn't even noticed I'd been hauling around all along. After Dante's death, I'd come to terms with it. No other option existed. I'd shoved that recollection deep and pressed on, with battles always looming ahead. I'd reconciled myself to the fact that he'd perished while rescuing Steve and North.

Yet here was this elder standing before me, composedly revealing that Dante had dispersed replicas of himself throughout the vast universe, like scattered seeds.

I couldn't decide if I ought to admire his outrageous prescience or berate him for withholding all this from me before.

A portion of me even speculated whether the true Dante might be out there somewhere, chuckling over the turmoil he'd sparked.

I let go of Xeron's hand and pulled back a bit, crossing my arms as I let out a breath.

My strategies had suddenly grown much more intricate.

Upon the Naga fleet's arrival, my aim had been to assert control right away. The circumstances required it. The Order of Absolute had seized seventy-two bases spanning the galaxy, and every prominent species would soon demand answers. Displaying power upfront would simplify later dealings.

However, now this changed everything…

This was entirely distinct. It involved Dante. Or at least something so akin to him that I couldn't just handle it as a mere diplomatic affair.

"So?" I questioned.

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

"Yeah," he answered offhandedly. "This has turned downright odd."

His gaze darted momentarily to the figures hovering close by.

"Let's discuss this privately."

Without pausing for my response, he pivoted.

"Xebec. Noman," he summoned.

The two Nagas promptly stood at attention.

"How about we head down to the base for a real conversation with Mr. Billion."

Xebec eyed him for several seconds, evidently still irked by the prior clash's outcome, but at last offered a curt nod. The strain in the Naga ranks lessened a touch as the troops in the rear loosened up.

Shortly after, the whole assembly started descending toward the asteroid outpost. I observed them briefly before turning to my companions.

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

Her gaze shifted quickly to Xeron and returned to me. A subtle grin formed on her mouth as she nodded briefly.

"Of course."

I scanned the remainder of the team.

"All the rest of you, proceed as well. I'll converse with General Xeron."

Steve arched one brow but remained silent. North merely nodded, while Ragnar popped his neck with a loud crack, seeming let down that the standoff had evolved into talks rather than combat.

One after another, they flew down toward the tower. As soon as all had entered the tower, Xeron gestured with his hand. A subtle 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 uprighted himself. His skeleton adjusted, sinews firmed up, 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 dark hair draped over his shoulders, and the slim build from earlier had given way to a robust physique brimming with solid muscle.

"Ahh… how many years has it been since I shuffled around all stooped?" he grumbled, arching his back.

He cocked his head a tad, surveying the area from his newfound stature.

"The perspective up here feels way superior."

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

"I have to admit… I never dreamed in my craziest fantasies that the head of the renowned Order of Absolute would be someone I'd helped nurture a bit."

He let out a gentle chuckle and shook his head.

"Fate twists in truly bizarre manners."

"Which memories did you witness?" I inquired.

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

He scratched the nape of his neck before going on.

"Dante and I share a certain trait. We both endured rotten fortune with the women who crossed our paths."

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

"But," he stated deliberately, "he regarded you with extraordinarily lofty esteem. No… more than that. Absurdly lofty."

His golden eyes examined me intently.

"And now I grasp the reason."

He halted briefly before resuming.

"Not yet thirty years of age… yet poised at the edge of ascending to Saint status."

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 certain respects, I'm a blend of both," he responded steadily. "Our recollections are identical. The sole notable variance is the instant of divergence, when the soul divided into various clones. From then on, our paths separated."

He gave a light shrug.

"Yet the core stays unchanged. Identical temperament. Identical reflexes. Even the identical laws."

"Regarding the cloning method's mechanics…" he shook his head faintly. "I myself remain unaware. That specific recollection wasn't imparted to me."

Xeron stopped again, scrutinizing me once more.

"In any case, it's genuinely remarkable to witness your strength." A subtle smile touched his lips. "Dante forever trusted you'd eventually reshape the whole Blue Spiral Galaxy."

His eyes squinted a fraction in respect.

"And now I perceive he was correct."

"Well," I replied with a minor shrug, "I'm merely striving to get more powerful. Events unfold as they do."

Then I met his gaze squarely.

"So, what's the true purpose of your fleet's arrival?"

Xeron replied instantly, without a second's delay.

"To claim the base, naturally."

He uttered it like the most obvious matter imaginable.

"We couldn't capture it from Hollow Star previously. Their outposts were shielded by the System, and launching a direct assault would invoke system backlash."

He opened his hands a bit.

"But your group seems free of any such System safeguards."

"Thus, our strategy was straightforward."

His golden eyes hardened marginally.

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