My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 1156: The Final -

The enormous clock continued its relentless march across the ceiling.

Its single hand had almost completed the full circle, leaving barely thirty minutes before the trial reached its conclusion.

By then, the library had changed completely.

The confidence that had filled its endless halls at the beginning of the trial had long since disappeared. Every participant carried a book in their hands, yet no one wore the expression of someone who had truly found the answer they were searching for. Instead, uncertainty lingered across every face.

Some clutched their books so tightly that the leather covers had begun to bend, while others stared absentmindedly at the titles as though silently questioning whether they should abandon them and continue searching.

No one did.

Thirty minutes was no longer enough to start over.

One after another, the survivors gradually returned to the reception hall.

Nobody revealed the title of their book.

Some deliberately turned the cover toward their chest, while others concealed it beneath their robes. Even Kaelra, who had never once hidden her thoughts, quietly rested one hand over the cover of the thick crimson volume she carried.

The library had transformed twenty-two allies into twenty-two individuals standing before their own judgment.

Macaco watched everyone gather with obvious delight.

"Oh, wonderful!"

He clapped his hands together enthusiastically.

"I was beginning to think some of you had decided to move in permanently."

His cheerful gaze wandered across the group before he pretended to count everyone.

"Oh..."

A thoughtful hum escaped him.

"We’re already missing one."

Nobody answered.

The empty place where the Noctari should have stood was impossible to ignore. Macaco adjusted his spectacles before smiling once again.

"Well then, ladies and gentlemen."

He rubbed both hands together.

"We have only thirty minutes remaining."

His eyes sparkled behind the round lenses.

"Why don’t you show me what you’ve found?"

Silence answered him.

No one volunteered and wished to become the next person judged.

Macaco sighed dramatically.

"I see. I’ll have to choose."

He looked around for only a moment before pointing toward one of the insectoid Saints.

"You first."

The towering creature slowly stepped forward, every movement noticeably heavier than before. Without saying a word, he placed the book upon the wooden desk.

Macaco looked at the title. Then at the Saint.

"Are you absolutely certain this is your final answer?"

The insectoid hesitated. Only for a heartbeat.

Then he nodded.

"Yes."

Macaco gently opened the cover. The library became so quiet that even the turning of a single page sounded deafening.

He read and closed the book.

Then smiled.

"Congratulations."

The insectoid’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

"You may proceed to the next trial."

A collective breath escaped the room.

One had survived. The trial could be cleared.

Hope quietly returned.

Macaco looked around once more.

"Next."

The second participant was one of the Griffons. Unlike the previous Saint, he approached with unmistakable confidence.

"I’ve found it."

Macaco smiled politely.

"I sincerely hope you have."

The Griffon placed his book upon the desk. Again came the familiar question.

"Is this your final answer?"

"It is."

Macaco nodded.

He opened the book.

Only three pages this time.

When he closed it again, his expression carried genuine regret.

"Oh..."

He sighed softly.

"What an unfortunate choice."

The Griffon frowned.

"I don’t understand."

"You searched for the answer you wished to hear."

Macaco carefully slid the book back across the desk.

"Unfortunately.....your soul has been asking a different question your entire life."

Realization flashed across the Griffon’s eyes.

"No..."

His voice barely escaped his throat.

"Wait, I can still—"

"I’m afraid not."

The library itself answered.

The Griffon’s feathers slowly detached from his body before dissolving into loose sheets of parchment. His wings folded inward as though pressed by invisible hands, his flesh flattening into tightly bound pages while golden ink spread naturally across them. Within only a few breaths, another leather-bound volume rested quietly upon the marble floor.

Macaco bent down, picked it up with remarkable care and placed it upon an empty shelf nearby.

He even adjusted its position so it aligned perfectly with the surrounding books.

"There."

He smiled warmly.

"Everything belongs somewhere."

The examinations continued.

One after another, Saints stepped forward carrying the answers they had spent a lifetime unknowingly searching for.

Some smiled with quiet relief as Macaco welcomed them to the next stage.

Others disappeared forever, their existence preserved within the endless shelves surrounding us.

Time passed with terrifying speed.

When the final judgment had been delivered, only fifteen figures remained standing inside the reception hall.

Eight places now stood empty.

The library itself seemed no different than before. Only the shelves had become slightly fuller.

Macaco looked around with a satisfied nod before his amber eyes finally settled upon me.

"Lord Billion."

I quietly stepped forward. The thick leather-bound volume rested comfortably beneath my arm.

Without a word, I placed it upon the polished desk.

Macaco’s eyebrows rose slightly as he read the cover.

The Final Chapter.

His smile became noticeably more genuine.

"My..."

He adjusted his spectacles.

"That is certainly an ambitious question."

I remained silent.

His fingers rested upon the cover, yet instead of opening it immediately, he gently pushed the book back toward me.

"You know..."

His voice became almost conversational.

"You still have time."

He nodded toward the volume.

"Go ahead. Read it. No one here would blame you."

His smile carried no malice. Only curiosity.

"You’ve searched your entire life for this answer. It would be rather tragic to stop now, wouldn’t it?"

For a brief moment...The temptation returned. It would be so easy.

One movement.

One page.

Every uncertainty gone.

Then I slowly shook my head.

"If I learn how my story ends before I’ve lived it..."

I rested my hand upon the cover.

"...then it stops being my story."

Macaco studied me for several long seconds. Then, with an approving smile, he finally opened the book.

He read only the first page before quietly closing it again.

"Excellent."

He looked up.

"Lord Billion Ironheart."

His cheerful voice echoed throughout the silent library.

"You have passed the First Trial."

Eight companions had entered the library beside us.

Eight books now rested upon its shelves.

Victory...felt so heavy.

Macaco quietly looked around the library, his gaze lingering for a brief moment on the eight newly added books before returning to those still standing before him. A warm smile slowly returned to his face as he adjusted his spectacles once more.

"Congratulations, everyone. Whether you realize it or not, every one of you has just taken the first genuine step toward the Twelfth Soul Current." He clasped his hands behind his back and began strolling leisurely before us. "Some believe these trials exist to eliminate the weak. They do not. Others believe they exist to identify the strongest. They do not do that either."

He shook his head gently. "The Twelfth has no interest in strength alone. Every person who reaches it has a role to play, whether that role is to wield it, stand beside its wielder, or simply become the reason someone else continues walking. Every soul that remains here has proven that it possesses a purpose within the story that is yet to unfold."

He stopped before the towering doorway at the far end of the library and rested one hand upon its ancient frame.

"As for those who stayed behind..." His smile softened, carrying the faintest trace of melancholy. "Do not mourn them too greatly. Their journey ended exactly where their souls led them, just as yours continues because yours have chosen to keep moving forward."

He turned back toward us, his cheerful demeanor returning as though the solemn moment had never existed.

"Now then, ladies and gentlemen..." He rubbed his hands together with unmistakable excitement. "The introductions are over, the library has had its fun, and the Second Trial has been waiting rather patiently."

With a gentle push, he opened the ancient door.

"Shall we continue?"