My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 1200: Goodbye

Amun was the first to leave.

He gave me one final look, that familiar smile returning to his face as though the confrontation with Theras had been nothing more than an amusing interruption to his day. Aurora stood beside him, her golden aura already beginning to gather around her body as she prepared to return to the real world.

Amun was the first to leave.

"Take care of yourself, Billion," she said. "We will meet again soon."

I nodded. "You too."

Amun raised his hand, and space began rippling around them. Before stepping through, he glanced at me once more.

"Don’t take too long. There are quite a few people waiting for you on the other side."

With that, he and Aurora disappeared through the opening, leaving me alone within the vastness of the Soul Sea.

Augustus remained behind for a little longer. His cold gaze settled upon me, and for a moment he said nothing.

"When you are ready to leave, call for me," he finally said. "I will come and take you out of the Null Realm."

He paused before adding, "But do not delay unnecessarily. The longer you remain here, the greater the chance that news of the Twelfth Soul Current will spread to the other Wardens. Once they learn what you have done, they will come looking for you."

I nodded.

"The Prime Territory will also be dealt with by the Administrator. Its relocation and all matters concerning its new position within the Null Realm are no longer your concern."

With that final reassurance, Augustus disappeared as well.

I didn’t remain there for long.

My thoughts immediately settled upon the Ironheart Settlement, and I activated Echo Reversion. The familiar runes appeared before me, intertwining Time, Space and Soul before the surrounding reality blurred.

The next instant, I arrived inside my home.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I realized I wasn’t alone.

Everyone was there.

My father and mother stood near the center of the room, while my grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather were gathered nearby. My great-grandmother was there as well, along with cousins and other members of the family whom I had not seen in quite sometime.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

They had watched everything.

The projections from the battle had allowed them to witness my fight with Verilux.

My father was the one who finally broke the silence.

"Are we free... finally?"

A smile slowly appeared on my face.

I nodded.

"Yes. We are."

His eyes became slightly moist, and he lowered his head as a long breath escaped his lips.

"That’s good."

Those two words carried more emotion than anything else he could have said.

The silence immediately broke.

Everyone surrounded me at once, questions coming from every direction. They wanted to know what had happened, whether Verilux was truly gone, whether the Eternals still controlled the Prime Territory and whether we would finally be able to live without waiting for another chain to be placed around our necks.

I answered only what I needed to.

Verilux was dead.

The contract with the Eternals had been abolished.

The Prime Territory would be relocated somewhere else within the Null Realm, and the Eternals would no longer possess the authority they had enjoyed for so long.

I said nothing about the Twelfth Soul Current. There was no reason to burden them with something they couldn’t possibly understand, nor did I tell them about the battle against Viserys or the confrontation with the Wardens. To them, it was enough to know that the greatest chains surrounding our family had finally been broken.

For a while, the house was filled with voices, questions and laughter that felt strangely unfamiliar after everything I had experienced.

Eventually, I told them that I would have to leave soon.

The mood immediately changed.

One by one, the others understood and quietly left the room, giving me and my parents some time alone.

I sat across from them.

For a while, none of us spoke.

My father eventually looked at me with a faint smile.

"You are going back to the real world?"

I nodded.

"Yes."

My mother remained quiet, but I could see the answer she had already reached in her eyes.

I looked between them.

"Then come with me."

Neither answered.

"You can leave this place now," I continued. "You can meet everyone again. You can see Grandmother, spend time with the family and live outside this settlement. You don’t have to remain here."

My father smiled sadly.

"No."

I frowned.

"Why?"

"Because we are already dead."

The words were simple, but they carried a weight I didn’t want to accept.

My mother finally spoke.

"Some things in this world have their own order, Billion. We were given another chance to see you again, and that alone was more than we ever expected. But that does not mean we should cling to something that was never meant to last."

"But you can live again."

"We could," my father admitted. "Perhaps. But should we?"

I remained silent.

He continued gently, "You have already changed so much. You have grown stronger, found your path and built a future for yourself. We don’t want to become another chain holding you back simply because we are unwilling to accept that our time has passed."

My mother reached out and placed her hand over mine.

"We have already seen you again. We know that you are alive. We know that you are doing well. That is enough for us."

I tried to argue.

I told them that I could protect them, that I could bring them out, that they could meet the rest of my friends and remain beside me. But neither of them changed their minds.

Some things, they believed, were written into the natural order of existence.

And perhaps there were some boundaries that even I shouldn’t force myself to cross.

"When everything is finally over," my father said, "when the war ends and you no longer have enemies waiting behind every corner, come back to us."

He smiled.

"Then we can talk for as long as you want."

I lowered my gaze. I knew I couldn’t convince them.

So I stopped trying.

We spent the next two hours simply talking.

There were no discussions about battles or the future of the universe. We spoke about things that had nothing to do with any of those matters, remembering the past and filling in the countless years that had passed between us. For those two hours, I wasn’t a Saint standing on the threshold of the Demigod Realm.

I was simply their son.

Eventually, the time came to leave.

When I stepped outside, the entire family had gathered again.

There were hugs, handshakes, smiles and tears that nobody bothered to hide. My grandfather said that I had grown too arrogant.

My parents remained at the back. I looked at them one final time.

My mother smiled.

My father raised his hand.

I smiled back.

Then I turned away.

Somewhere far across the Prime Territory, I reached through the bond connecting me to my summons.

’Come back.’

One after another, I felt their presences respond. They had been tearing through the remaining phantoms and forces left behind by the Eternals across the different regions, but now their work was done.

Their auras began disappearing from the battlefield as they returned to me. I looked toward the vast Soul Sea beyond the settlement and took one final breath.

"Augustus."

The space before me rippled. A familiar black-clad figure appeared. I glanced back toward the Ironheart Settlement one last time.

I turned toward Augustus.

"Let’s go."

He nodded. The two of us stepped into the distortion. Behind me, the Ironheart Settlement slowly disappeared from sight.