Billion_Generator

=== WSA 2025 ===

Way, way, and very way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals.

And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army.

Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too.

My Talent's Name Was Generator.

Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like.

So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me?

Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back.

I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

My Talent's Name Is Generator

Just to keep the conversation going, I asked.

"So, how's your training been going?"

The good Billion sighed, exasperated. "Utterly hopeless. You're squandering this opportunity."

The wild Billion exploded. "Pathetic. Build some damn balls, bro. This is weak. I tell you this is PATHETIC!"

I clenched my jaw at my own thoughts, silently cursing myself.

I laughed, though it came out a little forced.

She handed me a cup, her fingers brushing against mine for just a second.

"Ah, yes. A moment of connection. Savor it."

"Man, if you don't quit overthinking—"

I shut both of them up and took a sip, focusing on the warmth of the coffee and the girl standing in front of me.

A Moment Before Goodbye