My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 876 Trouble In The Zone

After all had settled into their seats, Xena stayed quiet for a brief moment, her eyes fixed upon me in contemplative serenity before she at last began to speak.

"Before anything else," she declared, her words resonating sharply through the hall, "we owe you our deepest gratitude."

"The Hollow Star posed a lingering menace for ages," she went on. "A shadowy power evading open battles, steadily undermining order in various parts of the Blue Spiral. Your utter and final destruction of them… marks no minor feat."

Her stare locked firmly with mine.

"You accomplished what many among us pondered… yet refrained from directly attempting."

I offered a subtle nod.

"They blocked my path," I answered plainly.

A subtle smile graced her lips, as though she anticipated that very response.

"Regardless," she noted, "the outcome aids us all."

She halted for a second before pressing on, her inflection altering just a touch.

"So, Lord Billion… what do you plan next?"

Before my reply could come, Xeron emitted a soft scoff from the opposite side of the hall.

"You're questioning him just like that?" he remarked. "Directly to the heart?"

Xena kept her eyes away from him.

"Indeed," she answered steadily. "That's the sole proper way to pose vital inquiries to an Esteemed Lord."

I eased back a bit in my chair, pondering the query momentarily.

"My aim is straightforward," I stated. "I plan to rise as the mightiest power in the Blue Spiral Galaxy."

The response erupted instantly. Tension gripped the air.

Hardened looks crossed some elders' faces, while others inched ahead, and several traded quick looks among themselves.

From the right, a Naga male voiced his thoughts, his manner deliberate yet probing.

"And what purpose will that power serve?" he inquired. "Do you mean to take us on?"

I regarded him with composure.

"I possess the ability to challenge you already," I countered.

That provoked varied responses.

Xeron breathed out sharply, as certain elders froze motionless, their faces inscrutable.

I moved past it swiftly.

"Power alone isn't the end," I elaborated. "Yet lacking it renders everything else pointless."

My eyes swept over the assembly.

"I seek to purge the Blue Spiral of Eternals… and their allies."

A hushed buzz rippled through the hall.

One elder interjected once more, his tone laced with wariness.

"Such a task defies easy execution," he warned. "Not even we strike so boldly. Acting on that level against them draws scrutiny you might not withstand."

Another chimed in, "You speak of rousing powers this galaxy hasn't confronted in ages."

"Not every danger shows itself," a third cautioned. "Certain foes evade direct clashes. It would prove a grave error."

I heard them out undisturbed.

Then I responded.

"That's fine," I said evenly. "I'm still youthful. I can afford errors… and grow from them. Above all, I possess ample time."

Xeron chuckled softly then.

"Ambition suits you well, young lord," Xena remarked, a hint of warmth in her voice. "When paired with true prowess, it forges new epochs. I'm certain your life will witness… monumental accomplishments."

I returned her nod faintly.

She steered the talk onward.

"Xeron mentioned your offer to aid with the Grade 3 rift," she observed. "I confess initial skepticism. Yet witnessing your might firsthand… erased those reservations. Your aid would prove invaluable to us."

Her look intensified a fraction.

"Thus, what do you seek from us for your help?"

"Financial backing alone suffices," I shot back promptly. "As you know, my group stands newly formed. Scaling it effectively demands substantial funds."

Xena grinned with insight.

"That makes perfect sense," she agreed. "Fortune favors us indeed. Gaining a World Lord's support this soon… is exceedingly rare."

She stopped shortly.

"That Grade 3 rift weighs heavily on us nonstop," she explained further. "It claims vast numbers of our troops. No single clash ends it; it's an endless hemorrhage."

I nodded, then posed,

"How many Grade 3 rifts plague the Blue Spiral?"

"Just two," she answered. "Both held firmly by the Naga. Beyond Xeron, we devote ourselves mainly to overseeing them. This assembly today…" her eyes flicked around briefly, "…proves unusual."

It clarified the prior strain.

"Therefore," she refocused on me, "what magnitude of funding do you anticipate?"

I stroked my chin reflectively before replying.

"My team will liaise with yours to settle the terms," I proposed. "They'll outline it precisely."

She assented smoothly.

Next, her attention turned to the other elders present.

"With that settled," she announced, "let's continue our talks?"

The hall's mood altered as Xena's face grew graver.

"Back to the Crimson Zone," she stated firmly, her tone laden with gravity that seized all focus. "Conditions there have deteriorated further."

Several elders sat up straighter.

"The latest team dispatched to scout the Matriarch…" she faltered briefly, as if reaffirming it inwardly, "…vanished entirely."

Hush descended.

"They perished," she affirmed bluntly.

The declaration hung unchallenged over the gathering. Doubt found no voice.

Xeron's features toughened.

"Every single one lost?" he queried.

"Every one," Xena confirmed. "No signals, no remnants, no lingering auras. The event… was total annihilation."

An elder edged forward marginally.

"That's the third team," he noted. "Each more potent than before."

"And each wiped out swifter," another murmured.

"What of teams from other races? Any information on them?" yet another elder pressed.

"They're dead too," Xena responded. "Which forces our sole remaining path now."

Her eyes scanned the chamber.

"We venture in personally."

That proclamation heightened the strain.

"You propose we step into the Crimson Zone ourselves?" a Naga ventured, voice guarded.

"I do," Xena affirmed. "Proxy scouting and disposable squads fail us now. To grasp the Matriarch's fate… we must witness it firsthand. Some among us must investigate. Survival isn't guaranteed."

Xeron followed, tone subdued.

"Her stay inside exceeds all predictions," he observed. "Even for her… it's abnormal."

"That's my chief worry," Xena confessed. "Never has she lingered so long in the Crimson Zone without word or return. Unknown perils await her there… but one truth holds—"

She broke off, voice tensing faintly.

"The deeper one delves into that realm… the graver the peril grows."

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