My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 877 Information On The Zone

"Do you possess any information about this Crimson Zone, Elder Xena?" I inquired.

She slowly shook her head.

"No," she answered, her face growing grave. "Only the Matriarch is aware."

That response unsettled me deeply.

Demons possessed zero knowledge. Ferans had none either. Now, the Nagas—one of Blue Spiral's mightiest races—knew little or refused to reveal it.

Amun himself had stayed silent on the matter.

Such quietude felt profoundly disturbing.

"I can assist you regarding the Crimson Zone too," I offered. "Without demanding any repayment."

Instantly, all eyes in the chamber fixed upon me.

"Lord Billion… do you mean that?" Xena questioned, scrutinizing me intently.

I nodded firmly.

"What exactly do you know of the Crimson Zone?" she pressed.

"Very little," I confessed. "Except that leaders from every major race are entangled there, abandoning their kin and rifts to face the Eternals alone."

She met my eyes briefly, then nodded faintly.

"You ought to learn the scant details we have prior to deciding," she stated.

Drawing a deep breath, she proceeded.

"Crimson Zones span various galaxies," she explained. "And crucially… they predated the Eternals' invasion of our universe."

I paid close attention without interjecting.

"Upon initial discovery, we dispatched forces to probe them," she went on. "Every single one vanished."

A subtle strain rippled through the hall.

"It took time to uncover the reality," she revealed. "Only Saints and higher could enter those zones and endure. Those weaker… perished the instant they crossed the threshold."

That revelation spoke volumes.

"Thus, the initial Saints ventured in," she narrated. "After days, a handful emerged alive."

Her tone softened.

"They bore dire tidings."

I edged forward a bit.

"The Crimson Zones posed greater peril than the Eternals, they warned," she conveyed. "Urgently summoning aid from Demi-Gods."

I blinked in true astonishment.

Demi-Gods.

Hitherto, they lingered as mere theory in my thoughts—entities surpassing Saints, unverified and unseen.

If Saints wielded such might…

Precisely what power did Demi-Gods hold?

"Yet no aid arrived," Xena pressed on. "Not from refusal… but because Demi-Gods grappled with their own Crimson Zones."

The meaning hung stark: no mere regional menace.

A cosmic calamity.

"Predictably," she appended gravely, "the deadliest Crimson Zone lurks in the Prime Galaxy."

She released a measured exhale, composing herself.

"Ever since, they persist unchanging," she described. "Unlike Eternals storming as invaders, Crimson Zones follow a rhythm. They recede. Lie dormant for ages—centuries or beyond—then erupt abruptly. We must counter and drive them back to slumber."

I furrowed my brow lightly.

"What occurs if you fail to act?" I queried.

An elder nearby gulped noticeably before her reply, the noise piercing the hushed hall.

"Destruction," Xena declared.

Though her voice stayed even, its gravity halted all stir in the space.

"The vicinity around the zone crumbles first," she elaborated. "It expands with horrifying speed. Life withers away… followed by matter disintegrating."

She hesitated momentarily.

"Galaxies have been utterly obliterated that way," she affirmed. "Not merely scarred or diminished. Eradicated. Vast sectors, countless star systems… wiped from reality in mere hours."

For the first occasion in the hall, near-incredulity gripped me.

The magnitude defied comprehension.

"What foe wields such devastation?" I wondered aloud.

Xena shook her head once more.

"No foe emerges from the zone," she clarified. "Nothing steps forth to battle. No target presents itself."

Her eyes sharpened.

"The zone itself consumes all."

Those words echoed heavily.

"They propagate like a plague," she pursued. "A malignancy burrowing into the universe's weave, devouring its surroundings."

I stayed quiet briefly before inquiring,

"With nothing exiting… how do Saints combat it? How do they compel its dormancy?"

She locked eyes with me.

Then shook her head anew.

"That," she murmured softly, "remains unknown to us."

Unease flickered across the chamber.

"The Matriarch never divulged it," Xena supplemented. "To no one."

Silence briefly reigned before her gaze returned to me.

"Thus," she ventured evenly, "do you still wish to entangle yourself?"

I nodded decisively.

"Yes," I affirmed. "I must witness this realm firsthand and grasp its essence. My curiosity burns too fiercely to overlook it."

A soft laugh slipped from her.

"That response… comforts yet alarms," she remarked. "Regardless, we gratefully accept your aid."

"Thank you," I responded. "When do you intend to set out for the Crimson Zone?"

She shared a quick look with the elders prior to replying.

"Preparations demand time," she noted. "We dare not rush this. Protocols, formations, and backups require setup. It won't be swift."

I inclined my head slightly.

"I comprehend."

"Xeron will notify you when all is set," she included.

"Perfect," I agreed, standing up.

I halted momentarily before adding,

"One additional request," I stated. "Grant me leave to install a teleportation gate here. Frequent collaboration demands better than manual journeys each visit."

Xena smiled, rising too.

"Certainly," she consented. "Lord Billion, Kaalseris welcomes you anytime. Full authorization granted."

She nodded toward Xeron briefly.

"He'll provide whatever support you require."

I nodded back.

"I'll depart then," I announced, surveying the hall. "Until we meet again."

Turning, I strode from the chamber, Xeron accompanying me as we left side by side.

"You'll construct the gate alone?" Xeron queried upon reaching the outer corridors.

"Indeed," I confirmed. "Handling it myself ensures peak efficiency."

He eyed me shortly, then nodded curtly.

"Understood. Your skills speak for themselves."

We walked on quietly for moments before he resumed.

"As you build," he proposed, "I shall summon Azalea too."

I glanced his way, smiling faintly.

"Absolutely," I enthused. "Far too long has passed."