My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 932 New Information

I remained motionless, gazing at Amun, my thoughts racing through every strategy conceived over time to liberate my parents' souls. I recalled the moment he first revealed knowledge of their whereabouts, assuring me of their safety. But this revelation… this indicated a completely different entity was responsible for ensnaring our universe from the very beginning.

"How significant a victory do I require to dismantle this soul-trapping mechanism?" I inquired, my voice growing strained as indignation surfaced.

"There's no need for anger, Billion," Amun responded with a sigh. "This is not the moment for rage to dominate. Understand this clearly: the Crimson Zone and the Monarch maintain neutrality in these affairs. They merely supplied the instrument. The one who initiated the action… was Theras."

"How big?" I reiterated, refusing to abandon the question.

"At present, you cannot achieve a victory large enough to liberate the entirety of the Prime Universe," he stated. "You lack the requisite time. However, your parents… halting the Crimson Zone's expansion in the Blue Spiral… and even securing additional benefits, those are achievable."

"Why?" I asked, seeking comprehension. If Theras could orchestrate a deal of such magnitude, then halting it should not be an insurmountable task.

"Because time is not on your side," Amun explained. "A single day within equates to a month in this reality. Contemplate that."

He paused momentarily before proceeding.

"Should you spend a year inside, nearly thirty years will have elapsed here. And to achieve a victory significant enough to reverse something on a universal scale… you would need centuries within."

His expression turned sterner.

"And we do not possess that duration. By then, Theras would have already arrived… and there would be nothing left to salvage."

I clenched my fist, the frustration deepening as I calculated the figures in my mind. We truly couldn't afford the indulgence of spending centuries within such a construct.

"Very well," I conceded, exhaling slowly. "How does this operate? What sort of 'games' are these… and how can I possibly participate?"

Amun shook his head faintly. "They are not games in the manner you are envisioning," he clarified. "We refer to them as such due to their structured nature, but the experiences within are utterly real."

He paused, ensuring I was grasping his meaning.

"You do not enter with your physical form," he elaborated. "Your soul is conveyed from this place… directly into the Crimson Universe."

This caused me to narrow my eyes slightly.

"Conveyed how?" I questioned.

"You will inhabit a body there," he replied. "A genuine one. From that particular world. For all intents and purposes, you will live there as any native would."

He allowed that information to sink in before continuing.

"Various dimensions exist within the Crimson Universe, and events are perpetually unfolding—conflicts, societal breakdowns, invasions, disputes of all descriptions. For each of these occurrences, missions are disseminated. You select one, engage, and fulfill its objectives."

His tone remained measured.

"However, do not mistake this for a simulation. Nothing is fabricated. All that transpires within is authentic. The sole element that isn't… is your original identity."

Steve interjected from behind me. "So… it's somewhat akin to reincarnation into another universe?"

Amun nodded. "That is an apt comparison."

Then, his demeanor shifted back to seriousness.

"But remember this," he stressed. "Should you perish there… your soul ceases to exist. And when your soul is extinguished, you also perish here. Furthermore, you will not be alone," he added. "Other participants will be present. Beings from divergent universes, sometimes even from your own. Everyone enters with the identical objective… to achieve victory."

I absorbed this statement silently before posing the next query that surfaced in my mind.

"Why does such a thing even exist?" I asked. "Why would the Crimson Universe permit this system?"

Amun offered a slight shrug. "I do not possess that knowledge. If your curiosity is that profound, you may pose the question directly to the Monarch."

That response offered little assistance, yet I did not press the matter further.

"So, how does one enter?" I inquired instead.

"A token," he responded. "That serves as your entry."

"And how is one obtained?"

"They are dispersed," Amun explained. "Across various universes. Occasionally, fortune favors you, and you discover one… and at other times…"

A subtle smile reappeared on his face.

"…you acquire it from another individual."

He raised his hand, and a rectangular token crafted from dark wood materialized in his palm. It was roughly the size of a hand, its surface smooth yet possessing a subtle, aged patina. Centered upon it, a crimson crown had been branded into the wood, a single, jagged fissure running directly through it, as if the symbol itself had been sundered.

My gaze momentarily fixed upon the artifact.

"I possess precisely three of these," Amun continued, rotating the token languidly between his fingers. "Sufficient to send you forth. You may select two companions to accompany you."

My mind raced ahead, digesting every word he spoke – the inherent dangers, the temporal disparity, and the very essence of the destination.

"But keep this firmly in mind," he cautioned, his tone subtly altering, "upon arrival, your present achievements will cease to exist. Your Saint rank, your cultivation base… none of it transfers."

This declaration caused a slight furrow in my brow.

"A complete reset?" I inquired.

"Essentially," he confirmed with a nod. "You will start from absolute zero. However…"

He paused, gently tapping the token in his hand.

"…certain elements may persist. Their survival hinges on the depth of their integration with your soul."

His words prompted me to narrow my eyes slightly.

"And that," he continued, his gaze now locked onto mine, "is precisely the reason I instructed you to elevate your soul's height to three hundred thirty-three feet."

I released a long, slow breath, a faint, almost sardonic exhale escaping my lips.

"Yes… about that," I admitted, running a hand through my hair before meeting his gaze again. "I haven't yet attained that height."

Amun's expression remained impassive, yet I detected a subtle flicker in his eyes.

"Not yet?" he echoed, the question hanging in the air.

"Not yet," I affirmed. "While I've made headway… I'm not quite at that pinnacle."

For a silent moment, he observed me, as if performing a rapid recalculation in his mind.

"That particular threshold isn't merely an arbitrary number. It represents the apex of soul development attainable across all existence. Reaching it would have bestowed upon you a significantly more robust starting position… perhaps even an intrinsic edge upon your arrival."

I gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"It's an unfortunate circumstance, but I shall make do with my current standing," I stated.

A soft chuckle escaped him.

"Perhaps necessity won't dictate that," he mused, gesturing with his hand.