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

I gave one last look at the strange platform—the special place that had just changed so much for me. Then I took a breath and urged the system that I was ready to leave.

Without delay, a portal shimmered into existence right beneath my feet. Before I could think twice, I dropped straight into it.

The next moment, the portal spit me out into the cave I had carved into the mountain. I landed smoothly, knees slightly bent, absorbing the impact without a sound.

I straightened up and glanced around. The cave was empty.

No sign of movement. No flicker of Essence. Just stillness.

I reached out with my perception, letting my Psynapse flare to life. Instantly, my senses expanded beyond the cave, sweeping across the surrounding peak, the ridges, and the trees below.

Rise, Boom, Cleave