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

Steve and I stood outside the residential block, waiting for King and his crew to show up. It was late, and most people were heading to the cafeteria for food.

As they walked past, I noticed how quiet they were. No chatter, no usual energy. Just heavy steps and tired faces, all of them still shaken by the news of Unit 77 getting wiped out.

He was beside me, hands in his pockets, looking way too casual for what we were about to do. There was even a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Don't smile, idiot. Act like you're pissed."

He gave me a look, then sighed and forced a scowl onto his face. It wasn't perfect, but it would do.

A few people were already nearby, hanging around in small groups. But it wasn't enough, not for the scene I wanted to cause.

So… I Stepped on a King