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

We trained nonstop for five, maybe six hours. The intensity never dropped.

Steve wasn't bleeding, but I'd turned most of his body red from all the hits. The wind blades left marks—even if they didn't cut, they stung like hell. He didn't complain though. Just kept trying.

He was improving. Slowly, yeah, but definitely improving. He could dodge two or three blades in a row now if I kept the timing steady. After that, his body lagged just a bit behind the motion. Still, that was real progress.

Eventually, we took a break. Just sat down against the cold wall, breathing in silence.

Someone was coming. Four people, this time. Their steps were quiet, but my perception picked them up easily. I leaned toward Steve and whispered, "They're back."

The Darkness and Miss Red