My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 933 Frozen Reliquary

A glowing white orb, pulsing with soul energy, manifested within his grasp. The moment it coalesced, its presence became palpable.

"What do you think?" he inquired, a playful glint in his eye. "I had to pull many strings to procure this. Dangerous ones. Costly ones. A bit of appreciation would be fitting."

"Thank you," I responded.

He extended his open palm, and the orb gracefully floated towards me. As it neared, I reached out my hand. The instant my fingertips made contact, the orb dissipated.

It flowed directly into my being.

There was no impediment, no hesitation. The energy permeated my body as if it found no resistance, making a beeline for my core, for the very essence where my soul resided.

My eyes involuntarily closed. I found myself immersed within my soul space. An immense, tranquil ocean stretched out limitlessly, its surface reflecting a subtle luminescence. At its heart stood my soul, a towering sentinel above the expanse.

Two hundred and fifty feet.

The white energy descended into this sacred space like a celestial stream, merging flawlessly into the oceanic depths below. The moment it kissed the surface, the entire domain stirred.

Ripples emanated outward.

Then came waves.

The ocean began to swell. The density of the soul energy intensified, profoundly deepening the essence of all within that realm. As the ocean expanded, my soul commenced its transformation. Gradually, deliberately, it ascended, its form achieving a greater definition, a more complete stature.

Two sixty.

Two eighty.

Three hundred.

The growth persisted relentlessly.

The final ascent decelerated, the expansion becoming more profound, more substantial, as if approaching an inherent boundary.

And then, stillness descended.

Three hundred thirty-three feet.

The ocean stabilized, the waves subsided. And for the first time, my soul felt truly… whole. I opened my eyes. Back in the void, the presence within me had undergone a significant alteration.

"It is magnificent," Amun commented, his gaze fixed upon me with a rare flicker of genuine admiration. "Even I never attained this level. It will prove immensely beneficial for your next rank advancement as well."

His pronouncement resonated, yet my mind had already leaped ahead.

"So, can I advance to the Saint rank immediately?" I inquired, having fulfilled all the prerequisites he had previously outlined.

"Oh no, no, no," Amun countered instantly, shaking his head. "Should you advance now, the soul requirement, along with all other stipulations, will escalate. This would introduce needless complications. Proceed as you are, and only after your return shall you attend to all your advancements."

I nodded, accepting his reasoning without protest, before another query surfaced.

"But you also instructed me to accumulate merit points. What should I do with them?"

Amun's eyes sharpened subtly. "How many have you accrued?"

"Nearly eight hundred million."

He emitted a low whistle. "That is excellent. Truly excellent. Very well, access the system's merit shop and locate an item designated as a Frozen Reliquary. Procure three of them."

I complied, accessing the system interface and navigating the merit shop until I discovered the item. Its description was concise, but the cost was substantial.

"One hundred million for a single unit," I murmured. "That is exceedingly expensive."

"Indeed, it is," Amun stated matter-of-factly. "These artifacts will safeguard your physical form during your soul's absence, and they will uphold the vital connection necessary for your return. Without such a measure, your return would be impossible."

I hesitated no further. The purchase was completed, and almost instantaneously, a vortex materialized before us, radiating potent system energy. From its depths, three structures emerged, settling onto the ground with a resonant, heavy thud.

Coffins.

I regarded them for a moment before a soft chuckle escaped my lips. "Coffins, you say?"

Amun approached and gently tapped one of the containers; the sound was deep and solid. "What finer method exists for preserving a body?"

"They appear rather… ordinary," I observed, examining them more closely. There was no discernible outward uniqueness.

"They will perform their intended function precisely," he assured me. "After all, the system has been preparing for this eventuality for a considerable duration. Of the three tokens I possess, two were directly bestowed upon me by the system itself. It had other candidates in mind from the Prime Galaxy, but it has now selected you. Therefore, rest assured, arrangements have already been made… some of which even I am unaware of."

My gaze sharpened slightly at that revelation. 'So the system is not merely a passive observer. It actively intervenes. And it had been orchestrating this all along.'

"Very well," Amun announced, drawing himself up slightly. "All is prepared. Are you ready to depart?"

"Now?" I questioned.

"Yes. Right now."

I shook my head.

"No. Not at this moment. We shall return tomorrow."

Amun adopted an exaggerated expression of disappointment before shrugging his shoulders. "Very well, if you insist. I shall await your return here."

With that, he simply settled into a cross-legged posture, as if he had no other pressing engagements.

I turned toward Vivi. "Take us back to Abor."

She gave a nod, and in the very next instant, space folded, whisking us away from the desolate landmass and situating us back outside my residence on Abor.

Before any words could leave my mouth, North stepped forward, positioning herself directly in front of me, her countenance etched with worry.

"Billion… are you truly going to place your trust in him? What if it isn't as he claims?"

A faint smile touched my lips.

"It's alright," I assured her. "There's nothing for him to gain by orchestrating such an intricate deception. He is leagues beyond us. Should he so desire, he could end all of this with a mere thought."

Then, I paused. Instead of vocalizing my thoughts, I transmitted them directly into the minds of everyone present.

"If his assertion regarding the Monarch and the Crimson Zone holds true, then this will mark the inaugural occasion I step beyond the confines of the system's and his influence. That prospect alone renders it worthwhile. It presents us with an opportunity to prepare… to secure something that can offer aid should the system or Amun ever decide to turn against us."

North blinked, then slowly exhaled.

"Fine," she conceded. "Then what is your strategy?"

My gaze shifted.

"Ash," I called out, "what is the status of our defenses?"

Ash stepped forward without a moment's hesitation.

"We are well-prepared," he stated. "Multiple hidden sanctuaries and fallback locations have been established throughout the galaxy. With Vivi's heightened awareness, any new rift will be detected instantaneously and neutralized before it can escalate. Furthermore, we are monitoring all major races and organizations. If any faction makes a move against us, we will be appruded."

I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

At the very least, on that front, there would be no unforeseen developments while I was away.

"So… who is accompanying you?" Steve inquired abruptly.

The question had barely registered before a cacophony erupted, everyone speaking simultaneously, each presenting their distinct rationale, their personal justification, their assertion as to why they should be the one to join me. What began as mere suggestions quickly devolved into a jumble of overlapping voices, then discordant arguments, and within moments, it had escalated into a full-blown dispute, with no one willing to concede their position.

I did not intervene.

Instead, I cast a glance toward North, drew nearer to her, and gently took her hand.

"Alright," I announced, my voice rising just enough to cut through the clamor without demanding silence, "you have an entire day to collectively decide who will accompany me. I shall see you tomorrow morning."

Before any of them could offer a response, I acted. Space folded, and the surrounding noise vanished instantly.

We materialized beside the wooden cabin, resting serenely on the precipice of the cliff, the immense ocean stretching out endlessly below.

For a brief interval, silence reigned between us. Then, I turned slightly toward her.

"How about we prepare a meal together?" I proposed.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, and the earlier tension visibly dissipated from her features.

"Certainly," she replied. "What culinary delight do you have in mind?"