My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 3 3: My Talent Was Called Generator (As Cool As It Sounds)

The Awakening Room featured a minimalist design, a ten-by-ten space enclosed by smooth, grey surfaces on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Positioned in the center was a towering mirror, ten feet in height and three feet across, possessing a surface that remained entirely void.

I moved toward it and came to a halt. After a brief pause, a soft blue radiance began to pulse along the mirror's perimeter.

Gradually, my reflection materialized, starting at my feet and rising upward. The light climbed past my legs, torso, and arms until my full likeness was staring back at me with perfect clarity.

Aware of what was about to happen, I exerted every bit of willpower to remain motionless and suppress a shout of pure exhilaration.

'Damn it. Can't you hurry up.'

For several seconds, I held eye contact with my reflection, and I could have sworn a faint smirk touched its lips. Suddenly, the image disintegrated into glowing blue fragments. These particles swirled in the air like miniature stars before darting out of the mirror and plunging into my glabella.

BOOM.

My vision went white instantly, forcing my eyes shut. Upon opening them, I found a translucent blue screen suspended directly in front of my face.

With a grin, I squeezed my fists and inhaled deeply to steady my nerves before inspecting the display.

[Status]

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Name : Billion Ironhart

Race : Human

Class : N/A

Laws : N/A

Level : 0

Talent :

- Generator 1

- Essence : 0/5

Attributes :

- Strength: 8

- Constitution: 7

- Dexterity: 9

- Psynapse : 7

Unused Stats: 0

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"What?"

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, staring at the screen once more.

A Talent?

For me?

I actually obtained a talent?

'No way. No freaking way. A talent? Me?'

As the reality of the situation crashed over me like a bolt of lightning, my heart began to race.

I screamed internally.

'I HAVE A TALENT!'

I took another breath and shook my head to clear it.

"Alright, calm down, Billion. You have an image to maintain."

My gaze remained fixed on the Talent entry.

It was almost impossible to believe.

In the entire world, barely 10 to 12 individuals are known to have a talent. Even if you included those hidden from the public, the total wouldn't pass 30 or 40 people.

Now, I was counted among that elite group.

I let out a breath, a slow smile spreading across my face.

Stroking my chin, I focused intently on the talent listed on the screen.

'Generator I? What does that even do? And the Essence is at 0/5…'

The term "generator" triggered several theories, but I needed to verify them first.

I decided to investigate my talent further once I was home to avoid any unnecessary risks.

I closed the screen and headed for the exit, intending to let the next person have their turn.

The moment I stepped outside, the tension in the air was palpable.

Every person present was watching me.

I pulled the door shut and stood tall, adjusting my posture.

Looking at the faces in the crowd, I knew their thoughts. They were waiting to see if I had failed the awakening.

'Too bad for them, I don't fail that often.'

I met Daniel's eyes and gave a small nod. He watched me closely for a moment as I walked past him.

I stepped down from the platform and returned to my original spot.

When I caught Steve's eye, I gave him a quick wink—a clear enough sign that the process was a success.

He responded with a subtle nod.

I settled back into line as the awakening ceremony continued.

****

I brought up my status window again, this time reviewing the rest of my information.

The Race, Class, and Laws sections were all as expected.

No shocks there.

Then, I turned my attention to my attributes.

I had to admit, the numbers were quite satisfying.

This was the result of our grueling academy training. Every student had spent years trying to reach the peak value of 10 before their awakening.

However, two things bothered me.

My Psynapse was only 7.

And my Dexterity... it still hadn't reached 10.

I had pushed myself to the breaking point, running until my legs felt like lead and navigating obstacle courses at high speeds, trying to react to attacks before they even landed. I spent every day drilling my reflexes and sharpening my movements, forcing my body to be faster.

I was easily the quickest in my year—by far. Yet, despite that effort, I hadn't reached the limit. Not yet.

'Frustrating.'

I analyzed each stat, breaking them down in my head.

Strength represents raw physical power. It dictates the force behind my strikes, lifts, and explosive movements. The higher it is, the harder I hit.

Constitution is a blend of durability, stamina, and recovery. Replacing Vitality and Regeneration, it measures how much punishment I can take, how long I can fight, and how quickly I heal.

Dexterity is the foundation of balance, coordination, and agility. It governs my speed and precision. Higher levels mean sharper reactions and more fluid movements.

Psynapse covers mental sharpness, memory, awareness, and reaction speed.

I exhaled and tightened my grip.

'Good. But not good enough.'

I looked toward the Class section.

Class Selection would be our next major milestone. Every individual gets to pick their first class once they hit level 25.

Starting tomorrow, our primary objective would be to reach level 25 within the year.

Once we achieved that, we would be formally inducted into the Empire's military.

For the coming year, we were soldiers on probation—no longer mere trainees, but not yet fully enlisted. Our performance during this time would dictate which class options we would be offered.

Essentially, this year would define our entire futures.

Then there were the Laws.

Those wouldn't be relevant for a long time, at least until Level 150. That is the point where one must grasp natural laws to transcend that limit.

For the moment, I had other priorities.

Each level gained up to 25 would provide five unassigned stat points to distribute as I saw fit.

The real difficulty would be deciding how to spend them.

***

My attention was caught when I heard Daniel call Steve's name.

I watched with curiosity as Steve entered the Awakening Room. I wondered if he would also manage to awaken a talent.

If the two of us both had one... we would turn the Empire upside down.

A few moments later, Steve emerged and immediately looked my way.

He wore his typical lazy, half-lidded, and confident smirk.

I smiled in return.

I knew then that he had successfully awakened.

As for whether he possessed a talent like mine... I'd have to wait for the details.

One after another, the rest of the group entered the room and finished their awakenings.

Daniel stood perfectly still, displaying the discipline of a career soldier.

I observed my peers as they cycled through the room. Some came out with eyes sparkling with excitement, while others left with bowed heads and tears in their eyes.

In this world, the success rate for awakening is about 70%—and every single one of them is destined for military service.

Eventually, the ceremony concluded. Everyone returned to their ranks, and a low murmur filled the air, a mix of celebration and sorrow.

Daniel walked forward, locked the blue door with a key, and turned to address us.

"I congratulate those who have successfully awakened. I hope you find the strength required to grow, to fight, and to defend our world from its enemies. To those who did not, I wish you luck in your roles supporting the world from within, ensuring our continued survival."

He scanned the group before continuing.

"Your probation starts tomorrow. Use today as your final chance to bid farewell to your families and peers. Graduates from across the empire will be reorganized into different units and deployed globally for probation training."

His eyes then locked onto those of us in the front row.

"Unit assignments will be based on your graduation rankings. There are two categories: standard units and elite units. The elite units will face the most perilous probation training. Your lives will be a struggle for the next year because the Empire requires strength—strength enough to protect yourselves and others.

Furthermore, recent data shows that the mortality rate for elite units during probation has climbed to 60%."

The mood became grim at that revelation.

"That is all," Daniel finished.

"Be here tomorrow morning. It is time to grow up and face the reality of the world."