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

**** [Billion's PoV]

I stood in front of Silver, both of us staring at each other like we were trying to read one another's thoughts. His glowing eyes were calm and I could feel the steady thrum of power in the crimson mist swirling faintly around him.

With a small grin, I waved my hand and pulled out the steaming-hot meat parcel I had brought just for him.

"There you go, buddy," I said, placing it carefully in front of him. "Freshly prepared, right from the streets of Caltech. You better enjoy this."

I stepped back and gave him space.

Silver kept staring at me for a few seconds. Just when I started to wonder if he was going to ignore it, he slowly turned his massive head toward the food. Without a sound, the mist around his body surged forward.

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