My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 878 Meeting Azalea Again

They brought me into a vast chamber deep inside the capital's inner districts, a location obviously dedicated to spatial formations. Numerous teleportation arrays were already present, inscribed on the ground, each adorned with elaborate rune designs. A subtle ripple lingered in the atmosphere, proof of frequent activation and solid links. I positioned myself in the heart of an unoccupied area and paused briefly to examine the setup.

I had no plans to link this straight to Abor.

Doing so would ruin the point of concealing our main base.

Rather, I selected one of our relay outposts, the nearest to Abor. It remained secure, and crucially, it could be sacrificed if circumstances demanded. Access from there could be controlled without risking vital secrets.

I lifted my hand and started the process.

This went beyond a basic teleportation array. It served as a permanent portal. A regulated access way.

I progressed through the framework methodically, fine-tuning the positioning, perfecting the channels, ensuring the link held firm through constant traffic. The hall's other arrays buzzed softly, seemingly recognizing the emergence of a superior construct.

Then it hit me.

A known aura.

I halted during the building phase, allowing the incomplete runes to maintain form without crumbling.

Gradually, I pivoted.

She lingered by the hall's doorway.

Azalea.

Her appearance matched precisely how she looked in the realm, with piercing slitted eyes watchful and keen, azure locks cascading down to her waist, and subtle scales on her neck and arms glinting faintly under the glow.

Yet her presence had shifted. It felt profound now. She had advanced to Upper Transcendent.

I observed her a touch longer than planned.

And she mirrored the action.

Silence hung between us briefly.

"You look good," I remarked at last.

A subtle grin formed on her lips as she approached me.

"You do too… Lord Billion," she answered, amusement threading her tone.

I gave a soft laugh.

"How have you been, Azalea?"

"I've been well," she stated. "Better than anticipated, to be truthful." She eased nearer, eyes locked on mine. "I received another opportunity… thanks to you."

"I've been hearing about you a lot lately," she noted. "Stories, mostly. Some overblown, some spot on. But I never expected to face a World Lord I already recognized."

"Still the same person," I assured her.

She cocked her head a bit, scrutinizing me.

"Are you?" she inquired gently.

I gestured casually, summoning two seats beside us plus a little table separating them.

"Let's sit and talk," I suggested.

She agreed with a nod and claimed a chair. I settled opposite, the soft drone of the unfinished portal echoing faintly.

Next, I questioned, "How was it… returning?"

She reclined a fraction, her features easing.

"It wasn't easy," she admitted after a beat. "The early days were… tough."

Her eyes wandered momentarily.

"I felt rage," she went on. "Not only toward the Ferans… but at it all. At my losses. At how effortlessly it vanished."

I stayed silent, absorbing her words.

"That phase didn't endure," she noted. "The Matriarch intervened personally. She aided in restoring… my form, my base, the whole thing."

She curled her fingers subtly, as though reliving it.

"That's what allowed me to attain Transcendent," she explained. "It surpassed mere progress. It resembled… a fresh start, free from prior constraints."

"Since then, I've stayed busy," she added. "Mainly rifts. And whenever I could… I hunted Ferans."

Her voice stayed even, yet the resolve shone through.

I offered a slight nod.

A soft grin reappeared on her face.

"And you?" she queried, adjusting in her chair. "What about North and Steve? How are they faring?"

"Both are thriving," I replied. "North sticks with me. And they've both hit Upper Transcendent too."

A short silence followed.

"Together…" she echoed quietly. "That doesn't shock me."

"And this Order of Absolute that everyone mentions," she pressed on, moving a tad in her seat, "are you truly committed? I never pictured you forming a group."

A light smile touched my lips.

"I am serious," I confirmed. "I won't linger in the Blue Spiral indefinitely. When I depart, I aim to leave something enduring… potent enough to safeguard it. Something that deters rash moves."

Her stare remained fixed on me as I explained.

"That resembles less an organization," she observed, "and more a legacy."

"Maybe," I conceded. "But it must function, not merely persist."

"You've changed," she murmured.

I arched a brow.

"Is that positive?"

She held off responding right away.

Instead, a gentle smile curved her mouth.

"I think it renders you more… intriguing," she said.

Her eyes held mine an instant too long before shifting aside, deliberately breaking contact.

Then she tacked on, casually almost,

"Though I guess certain traits endure."

I laughed quietly.

"Like what?"

She looked my way again, that subtle look resurfacing.

"You still fail to grasp your impact on those nearby."

I angled my head faintly, unclear on her point.

"What do you mean?" I probed.

She met my eyes momentarily, then shook her head lightly.

"Nothing," she dismissed. Then, steering the topic, she continued, "So what's your next move? Xeron said you're gearing up for the Grade 3 rift."

I nodded.

"Yeah. That's the plan."

She returned a tiny nod, as though anticipating it.

"Then I won't delay you further," she declared, standing. "You've got a task to complete."

I rose too.

"It was good seeing you again, Azalea."

"Yes… it was," she responded.

She drew nearer.

For an instant, I figured she was just going past, but she inclined forward and planted a quick, tender kiss on my cheek.

"See you around," she whispered.

Before my reply, she spun and strode off, heading for the hall's exit without glancing back.

I stood motionless a beat, tracking her departure.

Then I breathed out softly, faced the incomplete portal once more, and picked up where I left off.