My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 859 After So Long

"Are you telling me we aren't natives of the Prime Universe?" Grandma inquired from across the table while I sat in the kitchen, partaking in the meal she had prepared.

"That is correct. It applies to all Ironharts," I answered. "Did you have any inkling about this?"

She offered a slow shake of her head.

"No. I was completely unaware." A subtle, amused grin touched her lips. "All Ironharts, you say? Quite intriguing."

Leaning back, she let out a gentle chuckle.

"So, I suppose I married an alien, then."

I laughed along with her.

"It would appear so. How does it feel, knowing you were wed to an extraterrestrial?"

"It was perfectly fine," she said with a soft smile. Her demeanor gradually shifted into a more serious tone.

"However, we still remain ignorant of where their souls have gone, don't we?" she asked quietly. "And... is it possible your grandfather is among them?"

"That is a possibility," I said, nodding.

She exhaled slowly, as if collecting her thoughts, and sat up straighter in her seat.

"Well then," she stated with resolve, "I guess it is time I reenlist in the military and begin preparations to welcome your grandfather back home."

I offered a curious arch of my eyebrows.

"What prompted you to leave in the first place?" I questioned.

"Well," she shrugged lightly, "I felt the time had come to retire and find some peace. There really aren't any legitimate threats remaining on Vaythos these days."

She gestured toward me with a slight smile.

"You’ve turned this planet into quite the secure place."

She let out a soft laugh.

"That is fine," I responded, "but the peace won't last forever."

Her expression shifted instantly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It is my intention to establish a connection between Vaythos and one of the worlds I’ve recently brought under my control, and consequently—"

"You obtained a planet?" she interrupted, her voice sharp. "What is meant by that?"

I coughed to clear my throat awkwardly.

"It means that I took charge of a world."

She stared at me in disbelief.

"Now, I require personnel to help manage operations there," I continued. "That is the reason I plan to link that realm to Vaythos."

She remained silent, clearly struggling to digest the information.

"That world is located near the galactic center," I explained. "From that vantage point, our people will gain access to other sectors where rifts are manifesting."

I shifted back in my seat.

"Those locations serve as the frontlines against the Eternals."

"In that case, returning to the military is non-negotiable," she declared, rising abruptly from her chair.

I froze mid-meal and glanced up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I have some calls to make," she replied, already pivoting toward the living room.

"Wait, Grandma," I interjected quickly. "I have yet to inform anyone of my return."

She dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand without slowing her pace.

"That isn't a problem. It won't take long for word to spread regardless."

I frowned slightly.

"How so?"

She peered back with an knowing glint in her eye.

"The Winter family," she noted. "They will notify the royal family instantly. There won't be a moment of hesitation on their part."

"Ah," I whispered.

That was more than likely the truth.

"Even so," I said after a pause, "there is no need for those calls."

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to face me.

"What are you saying?"

"You are welcome to accompany me directly," I said calmly. "Leave Vaythos and come with me."

She blinked, stunned.

"Leave Vaythos?"

I nodded.

"Yes. Join me."

I leaned back in my chair.

"You mentioned wanting to rejoin the military to sharpen your skills again, didn't you? You can engage in your training there. The world in my possession is far more treacherous than this one, which implies your training will be significantly more effective."

I paused for a moment before adding,

"Furthermore, I can facilitate your growth and strength at a pace far beyond what anyone here could offer."

She gazed at me for a few moments, speechless. The suggestion was clearly unforeseen.

Eventually, she murmured softly,

"That... doesn't sound like a bad proposition."

She returned to the table and took her seat again, reflecting deeply on my words. Silence filled the air for a few moments as she sat. She laced her fingers together on the surface, observing me closely, as if evaluating how much I had truly changed.

Eventually, her features softened.

"So," she mused, "what of that young man... Steve? Is he still tagging along with you everywhere?"

I laughed.

"Indeed. Some things never change."

She nodded with a faint smile.

"I always had a soft spot for him," she confessed. "That boy possessed a kind heart even in his youth. He was always caught up in trouble right alongside you."

"We still find ourselves in plenty of trouble," I admitted.

"That comes as no surprise."

She leaned forward ever so slightly.

"And what of that girl?" she asked in a casual tone.

I hesitated for a second.

"Which girl?"

Grandma raised an eyebrow.

"Don't play games with me," she said. "North."

I let out a soft sigh.

"Yes, North is still by my side."

Her eyes lit up a little.

"Good," she exclaimed immediately. "She is a truly lovely girl," Grandma affirmed firmly.

"I am well aware."

She scrutinized my reaction for a moment before posing the inquiry she had clearly been suppressing.

"So, when do you intend to make her your wife?"

I nearly choked on my meal.

"Grandma!"

"What?" she said with an air of innocence.

"You two have been together long enough now."

"It is complicated," I replied, tracing the back of my neck.

"Complicated in what way?"

"We have been embroiled in wars all across the galaxy," I explained. "It isn't exactly the opportune moment for wedding plans."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"That sounds like a mere excuse to me."

I stared at her in disbelief.

"An excuse?"

"Precisely," she maintained calmly. "People have entered into marriage in the middle of wars before."

I prepared to rebuff her but fell silent.

She tilted forward, smiling.

"You love her, don't you?"

I wavered for a moment before committing to an answer.

"Yes."

Her smile brightened.

"And she loves you in return?"

"She does."

"Then what exactly are you hesitating for?"

I sat back in my chair.

"Perhaps... once the situation settles down."

Grandma chuckled lightly.

"Billion, if you keep waiting for a calm moment in your life, you will never get married."

I couldn't help but grin at that. She pointed a finger in my direction.

"Do not keep that girl waiting indefinitely."

"I won't."

She nodded, satisfied.

"Excellent."

"Now, fill me in on these two... Amun and Theras," she said, leaning in closer. "I need to grasp what we are actually facing."

I nodded slowly.

Then, I began to explain.

I shared the story of my initial meeting with Amun, the trials he set before me, and the cryptic guidance he provided throughout my journey.

She listened in silence without interrupting even once.

Then, I discussed Theras.

I spoke of the power he commanded and the relentless ambition that fueled him. I detailed the discord between the two brothers and how their rivalry had engulfed countless worlds. I explained what I had uncovered regarding the Prime Galaxy and the hidden forces operating in the shadows.

From that point, our discussion naturally transitioned toward the broader universe.

I enlightened her about the varied races I had encountered—the Nagas, the Ferans, the Elementals, and the myriad other civilizations existing beyond Vaythos. I described the alliances I had forged, the battles we had endured, and the strange, uncharted worlds I had witnessed during my travels.

Throughout it all, she interjected with questions at times, while at other times, she simply listened.

But during the entire conversation, her expression remained contemplative and earnest, as she endeavored to comprehend the magnitude of the conflict I had been drawn into.