My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 875 World Lord

I stayed suspended in the void, unmoving, while the three approached me.

Xeron spoke first, his calm shattering as he got near enough.

"When… when did you rank up?" he asked, his voice laced with obvious urgency. "Why haven't we heard anything about this?"

A subtle smile curved my lips.

I held off on replying right away, instead retracting my aura and quelling the oppressive force leaking from my body. The silver light surrounding me faded slowly until it vanished entirely, leaving no visible sign.

"Who told you I ranked up?" I questioned evenly.

Xeron's eyes widened a bit as he observed the light diminish.

"That…" he started, then hesitated, struggling to process it. "That shouldn't be possible. You're still at the Transcendent stage, I can sense it plainly… but then what was that just now?"

He trailed off there.

The two Nagas at his side stayed quiet, their foreheads creased as they examined me more intently.

"Anything is possible, Xeron," I stated firmly. "Especially when it comes to me. So, are you going to invite me in… or should I assume this visit ends here?"

Xeron let out a slow breath, the strain on his face easing somewhat.

"You really are full of secrets," he remarked, shaking his head lightly. "Fine. We can talk about that later. For now… come. I'll show you Kaalseris."

I nodded briefly.

Without further words, we all turned and headed toward the planet.

As we descended, Kaalseris's immense scale started to unfold.

It had seemed grand from afar, but close up, it was breathtaking. The surface avoided sprawling human-style cities or messy sprawl. Rather, the whole civilization exuded serenity.

Huge stone and metal edifices thrust upward from the earth, their shapes curving and undulating instead of stark, mimicking coiled shapes and stacked spirals. Broad paths snaked through the terrain like rivers, and expansive areas blended with thick groupings of buildings that seemed both timeless and vibrant.

Nagas filled my view everywhere.

Some slithered on the ground in complete serpentine bodies, while others adopted semi-humanoid shapes, upright torsos atop writhing tails.

And they radiated power.

The Essence concentration in the air surpassed anything on Vaythos by far, and even against Abor's, it held a unique essence.

Our descent brought a colossal form into sight.

The central castle.

It loomed from the capital's core like a testament to might, majestic yet daunting. Soaring walls arched skyward like a massive serpent's form, encircled by huge coiled statues. Each portrayed a enormous serpent with gaping maws and bared fangs, forever sentinel over what lay within.

The craftsmanship was exquisite.

Scales etched with flawless detail. Eyes brimming with ferocity. We touched down right before the primary gate.

As Xeron's feet met the ground, the guards at the entrance snapped to attention. Lines of Naga soldiers stood rigid and saluted in flawless sync.

I trailed him within.

Inside, the grandeur echoed the outside in vastness and aura. The build used ancient materials that drank in and mirrored Essence alike. Walls bore murals, immense reliefs showing wars, transformations, and the Naga ascent. Titanic serpents encircled stars, consumed foes, and reigned over planets.

I lingered a moment, eyes tracing the scenes. History, might, supremacy.

All captured there.

Deeper we went into the castle, climbing broad passages. No straight paths here—everything twisted, spiraled, rose fluidly.

Two levels up, we stepped into a grand chamber. Several Nagas waited there already.

They pivoted toward us.

Their focus locked on me.

A lone throne dominated the hall's end, raised and vacant, its sheer existence demanding reverence. Flanking the room, two lines of twelve chairs each stretched out, all filled by Nagas save one.

Our entry prompted them all to stand as one.

Xeron advanced, his voice resounding clearly through the space.

"Esteemed elders," he announced, "today I present to you the second World Lord to be born in the Blue Spiral Galaxy, Saint Billion Ironhart, leader of the Order of Absolute."

Silence hung briefly.

Then, together, they bowed their heads.

From the leftmost seat, an elderly Naga female rose. White hair cascaded down her back, her features etched with years and wisdom, a plain staff in her grasp. Yet her aura weighed heavily despite her look.

She approached me deliberately, each pace deliberate, halting right before me.

"Welcome to Kaalseris, Lord Billion," she greeted.

"Thank you for the welcome," I responded.

"It is our honor to host you," she went on. "The Matriarch is not present at the moment, so I will take the responsibility of receiving you."

"You?" Xeron interjected sharply, stepping up. "Why would you be the host, Xena? The Matriarch entrusted that role to me."

Xena ignored him initially.

"Xeron," she stated coolly, "you are an idiot."

A few elders stirred faintly.

"If you were not," she added, eyeing him at last, "you would have recognized Lord Billion's significance long ago and brought him here properly instead of letting him arrive like this."

She faced me again, her look warming.

"Please ignore him," she urged. "Come. Let us sit and speak while preparations are made. You arrived without notice, so we will need a little time."

Without pause, she clasped my hand and led me to her chair.

"Well, Xeron had been inviting me for a while," I noted, walking with her. "So I decided to come directly. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important."

She halted briefly, then said, "Not an interruption… but yes, the timing is not without concern."

That sealed it. The assembly wasn't for me.

Some other matter was underway.

At her seat, a new chair formed next to it, crafted from the hall's own substance without seam.

She indicated it. I nodded and sat. She took her place beside me.

Opposite, Xeron shook his head in quiet annoyance before claiming the first chair on the other side.

The other elders resumed their positions. The hall's mood transformed.

And the prior discussion was set to resume.