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

As a thought crossed my mind, I turned to Ana.

"Can you ask the King Ape to keep an eye on that Holt guy?"

With a quick flap of her wings, she flew off to deliver the message to the beast. I turned toward Steve and gave him a half-smile.

"So… how's it going between the two of you?"

Steve let out a deep sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't know, man. This is hard. I have to think about every little thing before I say it. Feels like I'm walking on glass."

I stared at him. For the first time in almost a month, I saw a glimpse of the Steve I grew up with—the lazy, carefree guy who used to sleep through anything not important and dodge assignments like a pro.

He had pushed past that laziness when it came to fighting and surviving, but romance? That was a whole different battlefield, and he clearly had no motivation for it.

Silver On A Mission