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

Several seconds of silence lingered in the void once the explosion had dissipated.

All traces of the wreckage, the troops, and even the enormous Feron leader were utterly gone, as though they had never been there at all. Xeron lingered his gaze on the barren area a bit more before letting out a gradual breath.

"You've truly turned into something fearsome," he whispered.

Next, his eyes turned toward me. The surprise in them had vanished, giving way to intrigue.

I folded my arms and regarded him steadily.

"Now that we're sharing truths openly," I stated, "let me ask you this."

Xeron lifted a brow.

"What are you curious about?"

"The Nagas hold the highest spot in this galaxy's hierarchy," I noted. "Your armadas span across it. Your sway reaches nearly every key society."

I made a small motion toward the space around us.

"So, precisely what role do you play in everything?"

His gaze tightened a touch while he paid attention.

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

The inquiry lingered suspended.

"And crucially," I pressed, "to whom does your allegiance belong?"

Xeron observed me without a word for a few moments.

Afterward, he chuckled lightly.

"That's a bold query indeed."

"True," I replied, "you've glimpsed much of my past via Dante's recollections. Subtlety seems unnecessary now."

He inclined his head a fraction.

"Point taken."

Xeron advanced a step, placing one hand at his back while gazing into the infinite emptiness.

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

His tone stayed even-keeled.

"Stability fuels our power. We preserve equilibrium among the primary groups to prevent galactic turmoil."

I observed him intently.

"Should one force become overly supreme," he proceeded, "rivals will inevitably oppose it. Nagas seldom meddle outright except when equilibrium faces peril."

He angled his head a bit in my direction.

"Thus, if your Order of Absolute keeps advancing?"

He gave a nonchalant lift of his shoulders.

"Probably, the Nagas would just watch."

"Watch?" I echoed.

"Indeed," he answered. "You're not upsetting the galaxy's order. Actually, we see your efforts as rather beneficial."

I arched a brow.

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

Such a response caught me off guard.

Xeron offered a subtle grin.

"Hollow Star has long irritated numerous parties."

He held for a beat before going on.

"Yet you inquired about my loyalties."

At that point, his stare grew more intent.

"I remain a Naga commander. My obligation lies with the Naga society."

A faint grin returned shortly after.

"However, I am a shard of Dante too."

His golden gaze locked with mine.

"And Dante trusted you. So should that moment arrive," I uttered deliberately, "when the Naga Empire views the Order of Absolute as overly threatening?"

Xeron responded without delay.

"In that case, I'll fulfill my role."

He halted briefly.

"However…"

A sly smile crept across his features.

"I doubt that by then," Xeron remarked steadily, "you won't possess the might to rival the Nagas directly. Should it unfold that way… negotiation would remain the sole path."

I gave a faint smirk.

"Logical."

My eyes met his once more.

"How formidable is your Matriarch? Does she rank as a Saint?"

"Impressive," he remarked with a chuckle. "See you, probing for every Naga detail already."

I offered no response, just fixed my stare on him.

Moments later, he let out a sigh.

"Affirmative," he confirmed. "She holds Saint status. The sole Saint across this galaxy."

He peered into the void anew before elaborating.

"All others mirror us—poised at the edge… yet stalled from progressing."

"What stops them?" I inquired.

"Various factors," Xeron responded.

"Certain individuals choose not to pursue it. Saint ascension carries grave dangers. Failure looms large."

He started ticking off points with his fingers.

"Others lack the required conditions. Some falter at the ultimate trial for elevation. And some…"

He shrugged again.

"…simply shun the burden."

"Who turns down such immense strength?" I questioned.

"For it alters one's place in the cosmos."

His face grew solemn.

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

He fixed his eyes on me squarely.

"You've learned of those advanced rifts, correct? The variety that can obliterate whole galaxies."

I gave a slow nod.

"When such breaches appear… who stands guard there?" he murmured.

"The Saints."

The words settled with weight.

A short while later, I nodded once more.

"Thus, your Matriarch stands as this galaxy's lone Saint," I observed. "Still, the Ferans boldly confront the Nagas."

"Naturally," Xeron shot back promptly.

"Griffins support them. Griffins boast several Saints among them. Merely none posted here in this galaxy."

I crossed my arms anew.

"Surely the Nagas maintain Saints in other galaxies as well?"

"Correct," he said. "But Nagas avoid meddling in distant realms or intruding on foreign matters."

His manner stayed relaxed.

"Our kind favors order and tranquility overall."

Then he gave a light scoff.

"Griffins and Dragons thrive on igniting conflicts."

I shot him a sidelong glance.

"What was your birth race?" I asked.

Xeron regarded me briefly.

Suddenly, he erupted into hearty guffaws.

"Why assume I'd reveal that?" he managed amid the mirth. "Dante never unveiled his true visage to you."

He dabbed at a tear near his eye.

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

He waited, then eyed me with rare gravity.

"My deepest mystery."

Followed by more chuckles.

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

"Fine," I responded flatly. "Enough with the excessive laughter."

I pointed toward the facility in my rear.

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

His laughter tapered off gradually as he turned to me.

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

Yet his gaze intensified subtly.

"What of Hollow Star's central base, though? Care to disclose its location to us?"

I furrowed my brow a little.

"Why share? It's my hard-won prize. I'll retain it."

Xeron made a tsk sound.

"Think about it, Billion. Your aim is the Prime Galaxy. Nothing local should hold such value for you. Running a group like this holds little long-term gain."

"It proves valuable, certainly," I countered composedly. "Suppose this galaxy's species band together against me someday? How would I handle it?"

Xeron huffed.

"If every species allies against you, no small outfit will rescue you."

He inched forward marginally.

"Hear me out, young one. Share it, and I can grant you substantial rewards."

I merely shook my head.

"No reward from you justifies that, General. I'm keeping it to myself."