My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 1155: The Answer

I closed my eyes.

The library faded from my perception.

The endless shelves disappeared, the ticking of the colossal clock became distant, and even the presence of the other Saints gradually dissolved until only darkness remained.

Then...

The familiar silver pain spread behind my eyes.

Soul Force flowed away from me in a steady stream as the All-Knowing Eyes awakened once more.

Unlike every previous use of the Eyes, there was no overwhelming torrent of visions.

No fragmented memories. No countless possibilities colliding with one another.

Only...

A single book.

It rested upon an old wooden table illuminated by the gentle glow of a solitary lamp. The cover was made of dark leather that had clearly weathered countless years, yet it remained perfectly preserved. There were no elaborate engravings, no divine symbols or ancient runes decorating its surface.

Only three simple words.

The Final Chapter.

The vision lasted barely a heartbeat before everything vanished.

The library returned around me. The rhythmic ticking of the enormous clock suspended high above.

I slowly opened my eyes as the remaining traces of Soul Force settled back into my Soul Sea.

"...The Final Chapter."

The words escaped my lips almost unconsciously. For several moments I simply stood there, staring at nothing.

Then...

A quiet chuckle escaped me.

"So that’s what it is."

It wasn’t a difficult answer to understand.

If anything...It was painfully obvious.

Ever since I had awakened the System, my life had become an endless journey from one destination to another. Every mystery I solved merely uncovered an even greater one waiting beyond it. Every enemy I defeated revealed another standing further ahead. Every wall I climbed exposed a mountain behind it.

The Blue Spiral had once appeared unimaginably vast. Then I learned about the Prime Galaxy.

The Prime Galaxy had seemed like the pinnacle of existence. Then I discovered the Null Realm.

The Null Realm itself had become another stepping stone toward mysteries involving the Ruler, the Soul Currents and truths that stretched far beyond anything I had once believed possible.

At no point had I ever stopped. Not because someone forced me forward. Because I couldn’t. Every answer naturally gave birth to another question. Every ending quietly became the beginning of something greater.

People often assumed I sought strength above everything else. They were wrong.

Strength had never been my destination. It was merely the tool that allowed me to keep walking. Others believed revenge against the Eternals drove me.

That wasn’t true either.

Destroying the Eternals would undoubtedly free countless civilizations, but even that would never truly satisfy me.

Because after they were gone...I would simply continue searching.

For the next truth. My soul had never cared about individual victories. It cared about where the road itself ended.

Would I save my parents?

Would Vivi remain beside me until the end?

Would the Blue Spiral survive?

Would the Prime Territory finally become free?

Would I truly become strong enough that no one could ever threaten those precious to me again?

Every one of those questions mattered.

Yet they were all merely Chapters.

The soul wasn’t searching for one Chapter.

It wanted to know...

How the story ended.

It wanted to know what waited at the very end of the road I had chosen the moment I first accepted the System.

Would everything I sacrificed ultimately amount to something?

Would all the battles, every impossible decision, every person I had failed to save and every step I had taken finally lead toward a future worth reaching?

That...Was the question buried at the deepest part of my existence.

The final destination.

The Final Chapter in the story of Billion Ironhart.

A slow smile appeared on my face.

"Well..."

I looked up at the endless shelves surrounding me.

"If that’s what my soul has been searching for..then somewhere in this impossible library there’s already a book that knows how my story ends."

Finally, I knew exactly what I was looking for.

Now...I simply had to find it before time ran out.

Taking a slow breath, I looked around at the endless rows of books stretching farther than sight could follow.

"If I were the library..."

I murmured to myself.

"...where would I keep the end of someone’s story?"

There was no response. Only the steady ticking of the enormous clock overhead.

I smiled faintly before beginning to walk.

Unlike before, I wasn’t searching for every title that caught my attention. Every unnecessary thought had disappeared from my mind. I simply let my intuition guide me through the impossible maze of shelves, occasionally turning into another aisle without any logical reason other than a quiet feeling that it was the correct direction.

Minutes became hours.

The library remained eerily silent.

Then...I stopped.

A single bookshelf stood before me.

Unlike every other section I had explored, this one was remarkably ordinary. It wasn’t larger, brighter or surrounded by any mysterious aura. It appeared no different from the thousands of shelves I had already walked past.

Yet...

My eyes drifted toward the center almost instinctively.

There it was.

A thick leather-bound volume rested quietly between two considerably thinner books.

The same weathered cover. The same dark leather.

The same three words engraved in simple silver lettering.

The Final Chapter.

For a long moment, I simply stood there. Almost as though I had finally arrived somewhere I had always been destined to reach.

Slowly, I reached forward. The moment my fingers touched the cover, the entire library seemed to grow quieter.

The ticking of the great clock faded into the background. Even the countless floating staircases appeared to pause for just a heartbeat.

I carefully lifted the book from the shelf. It was surprisingly heavy. Holding it felt strangely similar to carrying Prarambh for the very first time, as though the object itself possessed a significance far beyond its appearance.

My thumb instinctively moved toward the edge of the cover.

All I had to do...was open it.

The temptation was overwhelming. Every answer I had ever searched for could very well be waiting inside those pages. Every sacrifice, every battle, every mystery and every uncertain future might already have been written from beginning to end.

I could know everything right now.

My fingers tightened ever so slightly.

Then...

I smiled.

"No."

The single word echoed softly through the empty aisle.

If I opened it now... Then every choice I made afterward would forever be influenced by what I had seen.

That wasn’t the future I wanted. I wanted to reach the final Chapter.

Not read it in advance.

Closing my grip around the thick volume, I slid it beneath one arm before turning away from the shelf. There was no reason to return to Macaco just yet.

The trial had given everyone an entire day.

Whether they succeeded or failed...They deserved the opportunity to search until the very end.

I quietly returned toward the reception desk and leaned against one of the towering bookshelves nearby, the heavy book resting comfortably in my hands.

Now...All that remained was to wait.