Billion_Generator

=== WSA 2025 ===

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.

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My Talent's Name Is Generator

I sent her a command mentally, sharp and clear. She accepted it without hesitation.

With a slow wave of her hand, the crimson mist around her surged forward like a tide. It crawled across the stone and wrapped around a small plant near the edge of the pool. In seconds, the plant began to tremble and grow.

It stretched upward—four feet, then eight—its branches thickening, leaves unfurling in waves of green and crimson until it transformed into a towering tree. The roots cracked the stone slightly as they dug deep and fast.

I stared at the result, both impressed and slightly awed.

"Man, I love how insane your comprehension is."

I stepped closer, placing a palm against the tree's bark. It was warm, pulsing faintly with life.

The Key To The Realm