My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 899 The Wait Is Over

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Previously on My Talent's Name Is Generator...
Billion Ironhart retreated to his training room to push his Level 4 major laws toward Level 5 in preparation for the Crimson Zone, as his summons returned from their hunt. The recording of the planet's destruction spread rapidly across the Blue Spiral Galaxy, instilling awe among the Nagas who hailed him as a new World Lord, fear in the Ferans who opted to avoid engagement until reinforcements arrived, and terror in shadow operatives who abandoned plans against the Order of Absolute. Public hubs buzzed with shock, cementing his dominance and the Order's name galaxy-wide.

Several more days slipped by as I meticulously refined each of my laws.

Refinement dragged on tediously, relentlessly taxing, and downright draining in moments. Far too many laws meant no room for mere shortcuts. Ones like the Major Law of Time advanced more smoothly, aided by soul space runes that steered me and slashed the labor to propel them ahead. Yet Blood Law and Devouring Law offered zero such help. Pure grit, endless drills, and razor-sharp command were vital for those—pummeling them over and over till shifts finally stirred.

In tandem, I honed my stats further, thrusting them ever closer to the pre-origin brink. Skills got my attention too, with levels boosted, foundations solidified, and flawless reactions tuned to my exact will in any scenario.

No instant lay idle. All time forged readiness.

At last, I summoned my status once more, zeroing in on the timer.

Just 12 hours lingered before my showdown with Defender Aurora. Window shut, I rose to my feet, exhaled long and steady, then strode from the training chamber.

Silence blanketed the house.

Suddenly, a cherished voice whispered tenderly into my mind.

"Good morning, love. Come to the kitchen… I made breakfast."

A subtle grin tugged at my lips.

I set off walking.

Traversing the home, memories of recent days flooded back. Training dominated, yet serene breaks with North dotted the frenzy. Shared moments, chats detached from fights or might, hushed stretches where the world dissolved.

And absolutely, heated clashes that shattered quiet between us.

Light head shake, grin holding firm as the kitchen loomed.

North stood waiting there.

Table laid out plainly yet cozily, brimming with steaming dishes. She hovered by the counter, locks casually gathered, sunrise glow draping her as she spun to face me.

"Finally," she murmured with a gentle smile. "I was starting to think you'd skip this too."

"I wouldn't dare," I shot back, drawing nearer.

Her glance blended playfulness and perception, then she nodded at the table.

Down I sat; moments later she followed, final plate placed before claiming the seat opposite.

A handful of minutes passed in casual chatter.

"So," she ventured eventually, chin propped softly on her palm, "how much time do you have left?"

"Not much," I answered. "Twelve hours."

Slow nod from her, face reflective yet serene.

"You'll win," she stated plainly.

My eyes met hers.

"That confident?"

Faint smile graced her lips.

"I've seen you," she explained. "More than anyone else."

Soft sigh escaped me as I eased back a touch.

"Still," I noted, "this one feels… different."

No rebuttal came from her.

Rather, she stretched over the table, laying her hand atop mine.

"It's going to be alright," she whispered tenderly. "There's no one below Saint in this galaxy who can match you. You'll clear this quest."

I gave a nod.

Breakfast done, we avoided plunging into grave matters. Those ensuing hours drifted aimlessly over Abor, leaping continents to savor diverse vistas: vast seas without end, tranquil woodlands, towering peaks scraping heavens. Nothing drove it save our togetherness, severed from all distractions.

Once, I paused to snatch the book North had immersed in.

It proved... intriguing.

Remotely rooted in my saga, but outrageously inflated. Passages showed me clashing with Grandmaster-level foes as a mere mortal, toppling far superior rivals, even braving emperors and alien horrors ages before my power matched.

Subtle head shake accompanied page flips.

"They really don't hold back, do they?" I remarked.

North's laughter rang out.

"It makes for a better story," she countered.

"Spicy is one way to describe it," I grumbled.

Time raced onward.

In a flash, merely two hours stayed.

Back home we went; straight to the shower for me, hot streams rinsing thoughts clean and mind steadying. Stepping free, lightness surged, focus razor-edged.

Before the mirror I paused briefly.

That gazing reflection differed starkly from old days. Change had wrought me anew. Eyes no longer solely emerald now hid a subtle purple hue; hair cascaded longer past shoulders; my bearing carried a gravity unknown in academy times.

Gaze lingered an extra beat. Then I pivoted away.

Robes of the Order of Absolute clad me as I emerged.

North lingered in the living room.

Over I went, dropping beside her.

The clock's countdown thrummed.

One minute.

Her fingers grasped my hand as she reached out, clenching gently while her eyes locked onto mine.

"Baby… I love you."

My gaze held steady with hers.

"I love you too," I responded, drawing closer for a quick kiss.

Her head then settled against my shoulder, and we remained there quietly, awaiting in silence.

Summoning my status panel, I let my gaze sweep across all the accomplishments from recent days, evaluating my advancement once more before the impending moment.

[Status]

-------------------------------------------------- Name : Billion Ironhart Race : Executor(Human)

Class : Primordial Executor – Transcendent (Mythic)

Laws:

Level 5 - Major Law of Space, Major Law of Time, Major Law of Elemental Convergence, Major Law of Devour, Major Law of Stormfire, Major Law of Froststorm, Major Law of Assimilation, Major Law of Polarity, Major Law of Resonance, Major Law of Sealing, Major Law of Dreams, Major Law of Blood

Domain: Veritas Dominus

Awakened Weapon: Executor's Staff

Rank: Transcendent

Level : 499 Talent :

 - Generator Prime 4

 - Essence : 1200/1200(+1200)

 - Soul Shackle : 6

Attributes :

 - Strength: Pre-origin (12,100)

 - Constitution: Pre-origin (12,100)

 - Dexterity: Pre-origin (12,100)

 - Psynapse : Pre-origin (12,100)

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 - Essence : ∞

Skills :

 - Essence Engine (Innate) (Max)

 - Psynapse Fracture (Max)(6)

 - Absolute Destruction Level 3 (New)

 - Absolute Void Cleave Level 2 (New)

 - Fractured Unity Level 9

 - Chrono-Severance Step Level 9

 - Sovereign Reversal Level 9  - Essence Rebellion Level 9

 - Hand of Convergence Level 9

 - Sanctum of Judgement Level 10(Max)

 - Runic Ascent Level 5(Max)

 - Singularity Beam (Weapon Skill)  - Executor's Halo (Passive)

 - Equivalence Clause (Passive)

Abilities:

 - Apex Body – Transcendent (Passive)]

 - Trait Acquisition

Rights:

- Right to Insight

 - Right to Isolate

 - Right to Anchor

-------------------------------------------------- In the days just past, Absolute Destruction and Absolute Void Cleave joined as fresh skills.

The panel vanished at my will. Nothing left to inspect. Nothing more to ready.

Full preparedness gripped me for the storm ahead.

Hush blanketed the chamber as the last ticks of the countdown faded. North's presence lingered warmly at my side.

The timer hit one. Then zero.