My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 688: Aurora’s Choice

"Do you belong to an organization?" Dravon inquired, his tone laced with a newfound wariness. "What is its name?"

As Dravon spoke, my mind traveled back to the day Aurora finally reached her breaking point with the rest of us.

We were on the vessel, gathered in the dining area adjacent to the bar. The ship was gliding on autopilot, the engines humming softly, providing a rare moment of peace without a looming crisis. Each of us had found our way there for various reasons—or so it appeared.

Primus and Ragnar were already at the bar with drinks in hand. Ragnar was leaning back, roaring with laughter at a joke only he understood, while Primus listened with a subtle smile, his glass constantly topped off despite barely being touched. Steve and I were leaning against the counter next to the two drinking gentlemen.

In a far corner, Knight sat perfectly still with a glass in his grip, looking as though he had become part of the furniture. He resembled a statue that had been forgotten in the room.

North sat at the long table, her posture straight and her demeanor calm. Silver sat beside her, constantly adjusting his sleeves and checking his reflection in the polished tabletop. Across from them, Lyrate sat with her arms crossed and eyes half-closed, clearly judging everyone present.

Just as I prepared to speak, Steve narrowed his eyes at Silver.

"...What’s with the beard?"

A brief silence fell over the room.

Silver gingerly touched his chin as if he were just realizing it was there. "I'm experimenting with a new look."

Ragnar erupted into laughter, nearly knocking over his drink. "A beard? Is that really what you’re focusing on? Try mastering a new skill instead. Ideally one that doesn't shed."

"It is perfectly groomed," Silver snapped back. "And it happens to suit me."

North looked him over with a neutral expression. "It does make you appear... more mature."

Silver’s face lit up immediately. "See?"

Lyrate clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You just want to stop looking like a girl. A beard is a logical choice for that."

Silver’s excitement instantly vanished.

Steve chuckled. "She has a point."

Before any more jabs could be thrown, the door slid open.

Aurora entered the room.

She gave a single, sharp clap of her hands.

"Everyone, sit down. Now."

Her tone was enough to make Ragnar scramble off his stool for a proper chair. Primus set his glass aside and turned to face her. Steve sighed but followed orders. Even Knight made a slight movement, which was a significant reaction for him.

Aurora stood at the center of the room, hands firmly on her hips.

"This," she declared, "is an official meeting."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about being formal?"

"Since all of you proved unable to agree on one basic thing," she retorted. "We require a name. A single name for our organization. And we are deciding it today."

Lyrate leaned back in her chair. "I disagree with whatever you suggest."

Aurora pointed at her. "Noted. And irrelevant."

Lyrate offered a faint smile. "Bitch."

With a wave of Aurora’s hand, Essence shimmered in the air above the table. Glowing lines of light formed words, hovering like holographic projections.

Steve gave a low whistle. "You actually made a list?"

"A long one," Aurora replied proudly. "Because every time I propose a name, someone starts whining."

"I don't whine," Steve countered. "I simply offer strong rejections to terrible ideas."

The first name manifested.

Pantheon of Legends.

Steve groaned the moment he read it. "No."

"It’s meant to be inspiring," Aurora argued immediately.

"It sounds like a fairy tale for kids," Steve shot back. "We aren't legends yet. Nobody even knows who we are. Adopting a name like that now would just make us the laughingstock of the universe."

Aurora crossed her arms, looking genuinely insulted. "That’s exactly the point. It’s supposed to inspire us to reach that status. It’s forward-thinking."

She spoke slowly, as if explaining a simple concept to a difficult child.

Steve turned away. "I still hate it."

Ragnar tilted his head, giving it some thought. "I actually kind of like it."

Lyrate let out a loud, mocking scoff.

Aurora exhaled sharply. "Fine. That settles it. If Ragnar likes it while Lyrate and Steve hate it, then it’s clearly a no-go."

She flicked her wrist, and the name dissolved. "Next."

Axis of Defiers.

Aurora stood a bit straighter, clearly more attached to this one. "I picked this for a specific reason," she said before anyone could speak.

"An axis is the center point around which everything revolves. And we are defiers because that is our nature. We don't bow down just because someone is more powerful. We don't just go with the flow because the universe demands it. We stand at the center and force the world to adjust to us."

She scanned the table to ensure she had everyone’s attention.

"It isn't loud or arrogant. It just states the truth. We defy what we do not accept."

Primus contemplated the name in silence for a moment before nodding. "That... actually fits us."

Steve followed suit after a brief pause, trying to hide his agreement. "Yeah. That’s not bad."

"I like it," I added simply.

Aurora narrowed her eyes at the three of us. "You’re all agreeing too quickly. It’s suspicious."

Lyrate leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "It’s logically flawed."

Every eye in the room turned toward her.

"Defiance is a reactive state," she explained calmly. "It defines us by what we are against, not by what we represent. If the enemy changes, the name becomes meaningless. A name should endure even if there is nothing left to defy."

From his corner, Knight finally spoke, his voice low but steady. "I like it."

Aurora threw her hands up in frustration. "Great. We’re split down the middle again."

She sighed, waving the projection away while muttering, "Why is naming things more difficult than killing people?"

With another flick of her fingers, a new name appeared.

The Prime Executors.

Knight spoke again, using only one word. "Heavy."

Aurora looked pleased. "Good, Knight approves."

"He didn't approve," Lyrate corrected. "He was just describing its weight."

Silver cleared his throat. "What about something more elegant?"

Aurora glared at him. "We aren't a fashion brand."

Silver leaned toward North. "She’s exceptionally hostile today."

North replied in her usual calm manner. "Well, you did grow a beard."

Aurora continued to cycle through the list. Some names were tossed out immediately. Others caused brief arguments. A few were killed the second Lyrate opened her mouth.

Throughout the chaos, I remained silent, watching them bicker, laugh, and interrupt each other while still somehow listening. I found myself enjoying the warmth of the moment.

Then, Aurora stopped.

The projections faded away.

She folded her arms and looked directly at me.

"You’ve been very quiet."

"I'm just listening," I replied.

She nodded. "Good. Then listen to this. This is the very last one I have. If you guys don’t agree to this, I’m resigning."

The room went still. Primus leaned in. Ragnar’s smile faded. Even Steve held his tongue.

Nobody wanted to take over the job Aurora handled so patiently.

She raised her hand one last time, and her Essence coalesced into a final set of words.