My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 935 The Terminal

A brief pause followed, and then his gaze locked onto mine, his serious tone returning.

"Billion, the future of the Prime Universe rests with you. Give it your all."

Even before a response could be formed, a notification materialized before me.

[All the best :)]

A smile touched my lips.

"Rest assured," I declared, "I shall return triumphant."

With that declaration, I stepped forward and settled into one of the coffins. The surface felt cold and unyielding against me, though it subtly molded to my form.

"This is dreadfully uncomfortable," Lyrate commented, her look of displeasure evident as she surveyed her own coffin. Her attention then drifted towards Aurora and Vivi. "They won't be able to lay a hand on my body while I'm gone, will they?"

"Indeed not," Amun responded, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. "Your physical form will be completely secured. May I inquire as to why you ask?"

Lyrate entered her coffin, laying down with her arms crossed and a sigh that bordered on theatrical. "Because it’s quite clear they cannot endure my stunning beauty. I was concerned they might attempt some transgression."

"Utterly unhinged," Aurora muttered.

"Just depart already," Vivi added dismissively, without sparing Lyrate a glance.

Lyrate flashed a grin, tilting her head slightly towards them. She mouthed the words 'you lose' silently before relaxing back into her position.

Knight remained silent, his usual placid expression unwavering. He had already occupied his coffin, resting quietly within.

"When you are prepared, crush the tokens," Amun's voice resonated with calm authority.

Closing my eyes momentarily, I directed a mental message to everyone present.

Take care… and place your trust solely in each other.

While no verbal replies were received, I sensed their silent acknowledgment.

Without further hesitation, I clasped the token firmly and applied pressure until it fractured.

A blinding crimson light erupted, sharp and overwhelming, engulfing my vision and erasing all else. My senses receded inwards as my surroundings disintegrated, and in the span of a single breath, consciousness slipped away.

All dissolved into darkness.

*******

A gentle tugging sensation signaled my return to awareness, akin to rousing from profound slumber. My senses gradually reawakened, slowly bringing my vision into focus.

I found myself standing before an imposing archway, the inscription "The Terminal" prominently displayed above.

Directing my gaze beyond the arch, I surveyed the landscape. I stood at the precipice of a slender stone bridge, its path extending over a placid river flowing gently below, its waters a clear, tranquil blue. The sky overhead was vast and serene, a pristine azure that seemed almost dreamlike against the backdrop of everything else. Surrounding this immediate area, dense white fog obscured the distance on all sides, swallowing any view of what lay further ahead or behind, creating the impression that this place existed only within the limited space visible to us.

I remained still for a moment, allowing the sensations to settle. Then, looking down, I noted with a slight frown the loose blue gown I wore, attire reminiscent of that found in a hospital setting.

A presence to my side drew my attention. Knight stood to my right, and Lyrate to my left, both already conscious and similarly attired.

Knight looked down at himself, gave the gown a gentle tug, and then met our gazes.

"Well," he remarked, "it appears we've both met our demise and been admitted simultaneously."

Lyrate slowly turned her head towards him, her expression unreadable.

"If that was intended as a jest," she stated, "you might consider a reevaluation of your life choices."

Knight offered a slight nod. "I shall. Just not… today."

I let out a quiet exhale and looked back towards the imposing gate.

So, this was the beginning.

"Let us proceed inside and discover where this leads," I suggested. Without further deliberation, we stepped through the arch.

The instant we crossed the threshold, the sense of emptiness dissipated as if a veil had been lifted. Suddenly, people were everywhere, moving forward in a continuous stream. They were dressed in attire similar to ours, yet distinct in every other aspect, representing an array of races and forms. Still, their numbers felt modest in comparison to the immense scale of the place.

We joined the flow, traversing the bridge as the river flowed serenely beneath. Upon reaching the opposite bank, the path broadened into a vast plaza. The sole structure visible was a fountain at its heart, its water ascending and descending in a tranquil rhythm. Surrounding it, the crowd coalesced into loose formations, most gravitating towards a singular point—a white cat perched nonchalantly on a bench near the fountain, observing the scene with a composure that seemed incongruous with its presence.

I moderated my pace slightly, then glanced at Knight with a subtle smirk.

"Well," I remarked, "it’s good to see your kin have arrived ahead of us. It appears you have some competition."

Knight initially kept his gaze fixed on the cat, then shifted it to me, before finally releasing a slow breath.

"I was a panther," he stated flatly. "A predator. Not… whatever that creature is."

Lyrate cast her gaze between the two of us, then back to the feline creature once more.

"Still just a cat," she commented casually. "Merely diminished."

Knight shut his eyes for a fleeting instant, as though re-evaluating his life's direction.

"This is precisely why I choose not to speak often," he grumbled.

A soft chuckle escaped me.

"Calm down," I advised. "Perhaps it's your future self, post-reincarnation."

"That offers no comfort," he retorted instantly.

Lyrate offered a subtle smirk. "Regardless, that is undeniably our destination."

I inclined my head, and the three of us proceeded, falling into line. The queue advanced at a sluggish pace, and as individuals ahead completed their turn, they departed in various directions, clearing the way.

Before long, it was my opportunity. I advanced and took a position directly before her.

After a brief pause, she raised her eyes to meet mine.

"So," she began, her voice even but tinged with a hint of apathy, "another who believes they will succeed."

I observed her for a second before responding, "I had anticipated someone more substantial."

She blinked once, slowly and without emotion. "And I had expected something more intelligent. It seems we are both left wanting."

With a delicate flick of her paw, a scroll materialized in the air between us, unfurling gracefully to display a roster of missions. My eyes traversed its surface, swiftly absorbing the details. Approximately twenty missions were listed, each clearly designated with a difficulty rating—low, medium, and high. The majority comprised the lower tiers, a few were marked as medium, and only three stood out, conspicuously labeled as high.

"Select one," the cat instructed casually, as if proffering a matter of minimal consequence. "Once chosen, you depart. No turning back until completion… or your end."

Disregarding her tone, I concentrated on the scroll, examining each option sequentially, noting the diverse nature of the tasks and their scope. My gaze then settled upon one of the high-difficulty assignments.

"Save the World."

I contemplated it for a moment longer than the others.

"That is… rather vague," I remarked, glancing back at her.

She briefly followed my gaze before returning her focus to me. "If you require explicit guidance, you may choose from the lower section. They typically result in fewer regrets."

Releasing a quiet breath, I extended my hand and indicated the mission.

"Save the World."

The scroll reacted instantaneously; the moment my selection was registered, it rolled itself closed and vanished as smoothly as it had materialized.

The cat regarded me for a brief instant, then emitted a soft sigh.

"Naturally, you would," she murmured.

Knight crossed his arms. "We do not embrace the easy path."

"You do not embrace thought," she retorted without hesitation.

The cat gave a slight shake of her head, then raised her paw once more, her tone reverting to that same composed indifference.

"Approach closer," she commanded. "All three of you."

We moved forward without delay. Her eyes swept over us one final time before she spoke again, almost as an afterthought.

"Strive to avoid exacerbating the existing situation."

The surrounding area began to warp before I could offer a reply, the ground beneath our feet losing its solidity as all dissolved into flux.

And in the subsequent instant, we were gone.