My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 928 Celebration

Three days eventually passed, and the celebration commenced.

Suspended in the vast emptiness, a colossal landmass unfolded like a living masterpiece. Enormous pillars, sculpted from smooth, radiant stone and faintly etched with shifting patterns that seemed to respond to the ambient essence, lined its perimeter, stretching high into the darkness. Beyond these structures, a solitary moon cast its light in the absence of the sun, illuminating the deep, silent void.

The centerpiece was the garden, a spectacle of perpetual motion. Flowers bloomed and withered in cycles that felt almost musical, their colors transitioning from soft violet to deep gold and hues beyond naming. Streams of water meandered through the air like flowing ribbons, forming perpetual fountains that looped endlessly in delicate arcs. Birds fashioned from pure light drifted languidly, their wings scattering faint particles that vanished before reaching the ground, while clusters of butterflies danced in intricate formations.

No seating arrangements were provided, only open space. Food and drink materialized in elegant arrangements on floating platforms, readily accessible to all, irrespective of status.

Above this ethereal scene, the boundless galaxy served as a backdrop, its faint violet tint now subtly interwoven with the spiral of cosmic dust.

Primus stood near the heart of the garden, his posture erect and his demeanor serene as he awaited the guests.

The initial arrival was announced not by subtle whispers, but by a grand entrance.

From the void, something immense emerged, gliding forward with effortless grace. It was a colossal serpent, its body cleaving through space as if it were water, its scales shimmering with a faint, ancient luminescence. Upon its back stood three figures: Xeron, Xena, and Azalea.

Primus inclined his head slightly. "Welcome."

Xeron disembarked, his gaze sweeping over the garden before returning to Primus. "You have prepared diligently."

"We had ample time," Primus replied with calm assurance.

Xena offered a subtle smile. "And sufficient motivation."

Azalea's eyes lingered on the surroundings a moment longer before she spoke. "He has not yet arrived."

"He will arrive," Primus stated simply.

Before further conversation could ensue, the void around them began to undulate once more.

Figures started materializing, one after another, emerging from concealment as if they had been awaiting the opportune moment. Representatives of various races and forms stepped forward now that the initial arrival had broken the prevailing stillness.

Xeron emitted a low chuckle. "It seems we were not the only ones aiming for an early arrival."

Primus remained silent, though a ghost of amusement flickered across his features.

The subsequent arrivals were the Ferans.

A sleek, angular vessel sliced through the void, decelerating as it approached the landmass. Its surface bore the distinct insignia of the Ferans. It came to a precise halt before an opening that formed along its side.

From within emerged Anjee Sharka, accompanied by other Ferans.

He held the position of the Ferans' representative authority, having succeeded the Ranthors. Until the Feran Sovereign’s return from the crimson zone, no one possessed greater power than he on Feradros.

"Primus," he greeted with a slight nod.

"Anjee," Primus acknowledged.

Anjee briefly surveyed his surroundings before leaning in slightly, his tone dropping just enough to convey a specific message. "The arrival of Lord Knight can be attributed to Lord Billion's arrangements."

He then offered a discreet wink.

Primus responded with a smirk directed at Anjee and nodded. He proceeded past him without awaiting a reply.

Following this, the arrivals became a continuous stream.

Elementals, composed of shifting flames and wind, drifted into place, their forms barely cohesive as they observed their surroundings. Clusters of insectoid beings made their appearance. Representatives dispatched by the warlord of the voids also arrived in succession.

The gathering swelled, and the assembled individuals began to interact. However, a palpable sense of anticipation permeated the air, as everyone awaited the arrival of the host. Soon, that moment arrived.

A shrill screech pierced the void, sharp and powerful, cutting through every conversation and halting every movement.

Xeron turned instantly, his expression altering. "They are here."

The void ripped open.

From it descended Silver’s immense form.

His colossal hawk silhouette carved through space, his wingspan dwartling the landmass itself. Each beat of his wings sent ripples coursing through the ambient essence. His body emanated a faint glow, the silver luminescence reflecting off every surface, commanding every upward gaze.

He slowed his descent above the floating garden, hovering just long enough to capture the complete attention of all present.

Then, all of us descended from his back, landing gently in the heart of the garden.

North stood beside me, her hand clasped in mine. Around us, my summoned companions naturally assumed their positions: Vivi, Steve, Ragnar, Knight – all in attendance. Silver, having transformed back, now stood beside us.

Every eye was fixed upon us. I stepped forward slightly, then levitated just enough to command the full focus of the assembly.

An absolute silence descended upon the surroundings. I surveyed the assembled guests, meeting their gazes one by one.

"Welcome, everyone," I proclaimed, my voice ringing out with a natural resonance that filled the entire expanse.

A weighted silence followed my declaration.

"This galaxy is now and will forever remain unbound. Nothing that transpires within the Blue Spiral escapes our notice. This is a new era. You are free to cultivate your strength," I elaborated, "to construct, to broaden your influence, and to wage your own conflicts."

My gaze briefly swept towards the distant edge of the void.

"However, the vast universe outside this galaxy operates under different principles."

My attention then returned to the assembled figures.

"And when the destined moment arrives… we shall confront that reality together. We will guide you towards it and beyond."

Allowing the profound stillness to linger for another beat, I descended, resuming my place amongst them.

Soon after, conversations naturally ignited, and I found myself facing Xeron and Xena.

With his arms crossed, Xeron regarded me, his eyes narrowed. "So, the galaxy is now yours."

I offered a slight shrug. "It was an inevitability."

Xena let out a wry smirk. "You didn't even grant us the courtesy of a fight."

"You were given your opportunity," I retorted. "You are simply too antiquated to keep pace."

Xeron emitted a short, sharp laugh. "Mind your tongue, young one."

"But…" Xena interjected, her tone softening imperceptibly, "we are undeniably thankful for all you have accomplished."

I inclined my head. "It is appreciated. Regardless, concerning the Crimson Zone expedition… we will manage it ourselves."

"What are you implying?" Xeron inquired, his brow furrowing slightly as his stance shifted demonstrably.

"I mean," I responded with placid certainty, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "that your forces are not required to accompany us. Remain here and ensure prudent decisions are made in my absence."

"Remarkable," Xeron declared, a subtle sharpness entering his voice. "Are you suggesting our capabilities are insufficient for this endeavor?"

A faint smile graced my lips.

"Those were not my words, Xeron."

For a tense moment, the air between us thrummed with unspoken friction. Then, Xena stepped forward, her hand resting gently upon mine, her demeanor considerably more serene.

"It is acceptable," she affirmed, her voice unwavering. "We shall place our trust in you to ensure our Matriarch's safe return… or at the very least, to bring us tidings of her fate."

I gave a single, firm nod. "That is my solemn promise."

Xeron exhaled audibly through his nose but offered no further comment, and the charged atmosphere dissipated as smoothly as it had materialized.

From that point, I continued my rounds, engaging with the others individually.

These exchanges were brief. Many addressed me with palpable respect, yet beneath the surface lay a discernible hesitation. It wasn't precisely fear directed at me, but rather an unease regarding the unfolding future. The galaxy had undergone an abrupt transformation, and though they had outwardly accepted it, an underlying struggle to comprehend its implications persisted.

A select few posed inquiries, skillfully veering around the central disquiet.

What were our future strategies?

What shifts were imminent?

What elements would endure unchanged?

I offered no insights beyond what had already been disclosed.

In our vicinity, the assembly continued to unfold.

Aurora and Lyrate were approached with evident deference, their presence commanding a measure of awe. Vivi, accompanied by Steve, traversed the throng, her innate curiosity palpable as she absorbed her surroundings, her very being drawing attention effortlessly.

Ragnar, having inexplicably gravitated towards the demonic contingent, was already engrossed in animated discussion, while Knight occupied a solitary perch atop one of the colossal pillars, a drink in hand, observing the proceedings from a detached vantage point.

Time marched onward. Eventually, the gathering began to disperse.

One by one, they departed, retracing their paths of arrival.