=== 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 glanced down at my arm as the muscles began to shrink, the bulk I'd built up with stored tension now fading away. A wave of fatigue brushed against me, but it didn't last long. My recovery was already kicking in, swift and efficient, just like the passive had promised.


A low whooshing sound echoed through the tunnel, followed by a familiar tremor beneath my boots.


I turned slowly, my eyes narrowing as I focused. Another bat. I felt it before I saw it—its body slicing through the air, wings cutting against the tunnel walls as it charged at me, fast and furious.


Its screech tore through the darkness as it rushed me. At the last second, it slashed with one of its claws.


I stepped back, let it overextend, and caught its wrist mid-swipe. My grip tightened.


Chapter 144 - Strength Test: Hill Edition