My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 1317: Birth Of The Generator 2

The final image of the man sitting beneath the newly created rune remained carved into the wall before us, and I was still trying to understand what I had just witnessed when something unexpected happened.

A faint tremor travelled through the stone.

I immediately turned toward the mural.

The carvings began changing.

At first I thought the ancient inscriptions were simply reacting to the presence of my Generator Core, but then the image itself began moving, the old scenes fading into the stone while new ones emerged farther along the wall. Lines of characters appeared one after another, spreading across the enormous surface until another Chapter of the man’s story revealed itself.

This time, he was standing in an endless void. There was nothing around him. Only an immeasurable darkness stretching in every direction.

And in his hand was the rune. The same rune he had created.

My eyes narrowed as I stepped closer.

"What is he doing now?" Lyrate whispered.

I didn’t answer because the answer was beginning to reveal itself before my eyes. The man raised his hand, and the rune began to shine.

A faint ripple appeared in the empty void.

Then another.

The first thing that emerged wasn’t a planet or a star. It was something far more fundamental.

Origin Essence.

A vast stream of primordial energy began flowing outward from the rune, spreading through the darkness in every direction. The man guided it with his hands, dividing and shaping it until the empty void slowly began developing structure.

Then came Space.

I watched in disbelief as the fabric of existence itself unfolded beneath his control, expanding outward and creating distance where previously there had been nothing.

Then came Time.

A strange current began flowing through the newly formed space, giving direction to existence itself.

My eyes widened.

"That’s..."

Lyrate had already stopped speaking.

She was staring at the mural with the same disbelief I felt.

The man continued.

He introduced the foundations one after another, creating the laws that would govern the newborn universe. Origin Essence became the foundation, while Space provided its vastness and Time gave it progression. Then came Life, Death, Matter, Energy and countless other fundamental forces that began intertwining throughout the newly created existence.

I couldn’t even begin to understand how such a thing was possible.

He wasn’t merely manipulating an existing universe.

He was creating one.

The mural continued expanding across the wall, depicting centuries passing in a single sequence of images. The man remained at the centre of the process, constantly adjusting the laws and foundations of his creation as the newborn universe grew around him.

The darkness slowly disappeared.

Galaxies emerged.

Then countless star systems.

Stars ignited one after another, illuminating enormous regions of space as planetary systems formed around them. Nebulae stretched across the newly created cosmos, while countless worlds took shape within them.

The scale became so enormous that I could no longer comprehend the mural as a single creation. It was depicting an entire universe, with enough galaxies and worlds to make the Prime Universe itself seem almost insignificant by comparison.

Lyrate finally whispered, "He created all of that?"

I swallowed before answering.

"Yes."

But another realization followed almost immediately. My eyes moved back toward the figure standing at the centre of the creation.

"He couldn’t have done this as a Demi-God."

Lyrate looked at me. I continued staring at the mural.

"He had to be a God."

The words felt strangely heavy when I spoke them.

The man had reached God Rank.

The realization sent a chill through me because it meant that the Generator had once belonged to someone who had already crossed the boundary I was desperately trying to reach.

And apparently, reaching that realm hadn’t been the end of his journey.

It had been the beginning.

The mural continued. Once the universe had stabilized, the man raised his hand again.

Life appeared.

At first there were simple creatures moving across newly formed worlds, but as the images progressed, increasingly complex life began emerging. Vast beasts wandered across primitive continents while aquatic creatures filled newly formed oceans. Then came intelligent races. Humans, Elves, Demons, Giants and countless other races whose forms I couldn’t even identify.

Civilizations began appearing across different worlds, their cities gradually growing larger as generations passed. The universe that had once been nothing but empty darkness had become a living existence filled with billions upon billions of beings.

Yet the man didn’t stop there. At the very centre of the universe, he created something familiar.

A palace.

My expression changed immediately. It was the same palace.

The same enormous walls.

The same towering structures.

The same central hall.

The same architecture surrounding us now.

Except the palace depicted in the mural wasn’t broken or abandoned.

It was magnificent.

Towering structures rose into the heavens, their surfaces covered in intricate inscriptions and shining formations. Vast gardens surrounded the central buildings, and countless beings moved through its halls. The palace seemed to be the heart of the universe, a place where people from countless races gathered beneath the protection of its creator.

Then I saw something that made me stop breathing. The man was standing inside the palace.

And beside him was the woman.

The same woman I had seen earlier. The same woman whose death had been carved into the previous section of the mural.

She was alive.

His children were there as well.

They were older now, standing beside their father while other members of their family surrounded them. The man looked toward them, and for the first time throughout the entire mural, his face carried an unmistakable expression of happiness.

He smiled.

It was a huge grin, almost childish compared with the incomprehensible power he now possessed.

After everything he had endured, after centuries of losing everyone around him, he had apparently used his newfound power to recreate the family he had once buried.

He had built an entire universe. He had created life itself. And within that universe, he had rebuilt the life he had lost.

For a while, everything seemed peaceful.

The mural showed generations passing within the palace while the man lived among his family. He watched civilizations develop, interacted with different races and continued overseeing the universe he had created.

Then the image changed. The entire universe trembled.

Something was entering it.

At first, it looked like a stain spreading across the darkness, but the stain rapidly expanded into an enormous crimson region. Wherever it passed, the laws of the universe began twisting and collapsing. Stars disappeared beneath its influence, planets became distorted, and the surrounding space itself seemed to lose its original nature.

I took an involuntary step toward the wall.

"No."

Lyrate looked at me.

"What is it?"

I couldn’t answer immediately. I knew that crimson.

I had seen it before.

The same unnatural crimson zone had once begun spreading through the Blue Spiral Galaxy, threatening everything within its reach until I had finally dealt with it using the array I had obtained.

But seeing it here, inside a universe that had existed long before me, was something entirely different.

My eyes remained fixed on the mural as the crimson zone continued swallowing the universe.

"This is the same thing," I finally said.

Lyrate’s expression became serious.

"The Crimson Zone?"

I nodded slowly.

"The one that affected the Blue Spiral."

My gaze moved toward the ancient figure standing helplessly before the advancing crimson darkness.

The man who had created an entire universe after reaching God Rank had encountered this same phenomenon.

And judging from the next images beginning to appear on the wall, he had not been able to simply erase it.

Something had happened here. Something terrible.