My Talent's Name Is Generator

Just as I was replaying the vision in my mind, the class change began and this time, it was nothing like what I had experienced before.

First, I felt it in my chest.

My Generator Core—my heart—began to thrum with a deep, powerful vibration. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a force. I felt it spreading through my entire body like a wave, shaking everything inside me. Then, all at once, I froze. Completely. I couldn’t move a single muscle. Not even my eyelids. It was like time had locked me in place.

Then it happened.

All the Essence stored inside my core suddenly surged out of me. It didn’t just vanish, it poured out and surrounded me, hanging in the air like thick, swirling smoke. I could see it with my eyes—vibrant, alive, and full of meaning.

That’s when I noticed something strange.

The violet Essence around me started to change. Its shape, its feel, everything about it shifted. And then I saw them—tiny runes, smaller than grains of sand, appearing one by one in the air.

They were red, glowing softly, and began to mix with the Essence like fireflies dancing in a fog.

They weren’t just decorations. They were working—rewriting, rebuilding. I could feel it. They pulsed gently, almost like they were alive, slowly blending into my Essence and altering its structure. The process was painfully slow. Every moment felt stretched.

I waited.

And watched.