=== 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.

I stood alone, away from our campsite, lightly bumping my head against a tree trunk.


North probably thought I was the dumbest guy alive for not even being able to hold a proper conversation.


I could feel it there was something between us. And I was sure even North felt it. The tension, the shift. But instead of pushing forward, I panicked, made some lame excuse about practicing my skill, and ran off.


I took a deep breath and decided to test my new skill first then go practice 'how to have a conversation with a girl' with Steve.


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Chapter 46 - The Fist That Split the Tree (Almost)