My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 938 Select Your Designation

[Actions of God XXXX have initiated the Conflict Protocol]

A faint smile graced my lips as I observed the notification, sensing a shift towards intrigue.

Things were indeed becoming more interesting.

"Uh… what is this?" Grace's voice, laced with confusion, drew my attention. I turned to face her, noticing her tentative gestures as she waved a hand through the air, attempting to interact with an unseen system screen, clearly experiencing it for the first time.

Before I could offer a response, another system message materialized.

[Initiating teleportation to safe zones…]

A gentle, white luminescence began to emanate, enveloping everyone present. What started as a soft glow soon intensified, bathing every individual in its radiance.

This sudden event clearly startled everyone.

"What is happening?"

"Is this some kind of magic?"

"Wait, what is this light—"

A chorus of bewildered questions rose around me as confusion rippled through the crowd. I, however, remained still, observing the unfolding events with focused anticipation.

Then, one by one, individuals started to vanish. The glow surrounding me pulsed with increased intensity before beginning to flicker erratically.

A slight frown creased my brow.

The light wavered once more, its instability akin to a struggling flame, and in the very next moment, it was gone entirely.

Following this abrupt cessation, a new notification appeared.

[Teleportation failed. Non-native soul detected]

[Hard Mode Activated] [Access to safe zones and tutorial denied]

"What the hell?" The exclamation escaped my lips involuntarily. "That's not fair."

[Your presence here is not fair. Proceed regardless]

"WHAT?!"

This unexpected reply struck me with considerable force, catching me completely off guard. I stood frozen, my mind struggling to comprehend the baffling turn of events. Having been associated with my system for a significant duration, I was intimately familiar with its predictable behavior and limited communicative capabilities. However, this interaction was unprecedented, deviating drastically from all prior experiences.

For the very first time, it felt as though a sentient entity was genuinely conversing with me.

My eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle smirk beginning to form despite the gravity of the situation.

"Well, well… you're quite cheeky, aren't you?"

[And you're rather arrogant.]

Releasing a quiet sigh, I offered a slight shrug, fully aware that my interaction was invisible to others.

"So, no tutorial or safe zone for me then," I stated. "How exactly am I expected to proceed, beyond the basic objective of ‘save the world’?"

[Consult the objective details, you fool.]

That remark instantly erased my smile.

"…You're really pushing your limits," I murmured under my breath before re-focusing my attention.

I reopened the objective notification.

[Objective: Save the World]

Focusing intently on the text, I felt my gaze sharpen.

The instant I did, the screen expanded, the existing text rearranging to reveal a new, expanded window.

[Objective: Save the World

The world of Orien has, for countless generations, lived under the belief and authority of God XXXXX. Worship was not merely faith, it was order, structure, and power.

Over time, however, a new force emerged.

An organization calling themselves the Defiers.

Their ideology was simple yet dangerous, they placed humanity above the gods, believing that human potential was not inferior to divine authority. They rejected worship and sought independence.

This directly opposed the Believers, who upheld the will of God XXXXX.

Conflict became inevitable.

War spread across Orien, dividing nations, families, and the entire human race.

As the war progressed, the Defiers gained momentum. Their numbers grew, their influence expanded, and for the first time, the balance of power began to shift away from the gods.

This provoked God XXXXX.

In response, the Conflict Protocol was initiated.

Objective: Complete elimination of the Defier faction.

Purpose: Restore divine order and remove the perceived corruption from Orien.

The Conflict Protocol has been established to provide equal opportunity for all participants to prove the supremacy of their belief.

If you are a Believer: Follow the will of your God. Eliminate the Defiers and purge the world of rebellion.

If you are a Defier: Prove humanity's worth. Stand against divine authority and liberate Orien from the control of the gods. ]

[Non-native participant detected]

[You are required to select a designation:]

→ Believer

→ Defier

This was a decision that required no deliberation. I held no devotion to any god, let alone one from a world I had only just entered.

Without hesitation, I selected Defier.

[Designation Chosen: Defier]

A new set of directives immediately materialized, presented with sharp clarity.

[Any and all living non-Defier entities in the world of Orien will act against Defiers.]

[All Believers will act against Defiers.]

[Any external forces aligned with God XXXX may invade Orien to assist in eradication.]

[The primary objective for the Defiers remains unchanged: Save the World by overcoming all opposing forces.]

I stared at the screen for a moment before exhaling softly.

"Damn… that's pretty much everything."

It seemed the Believers shared the same goal. For them, eradicating us was the path to saving the world, as their god deemed us defilers. Conversely, the Defiers aimed to shatter that god's dominion and achieve complete liberation for Orien.

"Hey, system… is there only one god?" I inquired, my gaze drifting to the empty space before me. "The one whose name I can't see?"

[Multiple minor deities reside within Orien. However, the Conflict Protocol can solely be initiated by the Primary God XXXX.]

The system's reply materialized instantly.

[You are incapable of perceiving the Primary God's true name. Within the realm of Orien, however, he is revered as Goldius.]

"Goldius, that's—" I started, but a low, unnatural growl erupted behind me, silencing my words entirely.

I spun around.

The two grey horses I had observed earlier were still present, yet an unsettling transformation was evident. Their forms appeared somewhat larger, the musculature beneath their hides more pronounced, and their fur darker, as if imbued with some foreign essence. Most striking were the two sharply curved horns protruding from their heads, twisting upward in a grotesque fashion. Their eyes… they glowed crimson, fixed intently upon me.

They scraped their hooves against the ground, emitting another guttural growl unlike any sound made by a normal animal.

A notification materialized above them.

[Monster Horse – Level 1]

[Monster – All creatures within Orien are designated as Believers. Mutation protocol is active. These entities will serve under divine command to eliminate the Defiers.]

I let out a subdued breath.

"Well… this is not good," I murmured.

Releasing my grip on the sheath, I let it fall to the ground. Shifting my stance, I tightened my hold on the sword, taking a step back while maintaining unwavering eye contact with the creatures.

The instant I moved, they sprang into action.