My Talent's Name Is Generator

The dining room felt warmer than I remembered, maybe it was the home-cooked food, or maybe it was just the comfort of being around the people I cared about again.

The table was filled with dishes I’d grown up eating. Steve was already halfway through his second helping, mumbling something about this being the first real meal he’d had in months.

Grandma sat across from me, quiet but attentive, her eyes watching me as if trying to gauge just how much I had changed since the last time I sat here.

As we ate, I spoke, not all at once, but slowly, in between bites and memories. I told her about the strange realm I’d stumbled into.

I described how I’d met Lily, and how she’d led me to Azalea Nag—the woman who was once one of the greatest prodigy of the Nagas.

I told her how Azalea was alive. How the Ferans were connected to her past, and how her research had helped them gain their transformation techniques.

She listened without interrupting, her hands folded neatly in her lap when she wasn’t serving more food. Her gaze flicked between me and Steve, who nodded along, adding a comment here and there.

But mostly, it was me speaking and her listening.

She said she was genuinely surprised by my level and the pressure radiating from my body. It felt to her like I would soon surpass her—not just in levels, but in power too.

After we finished eating, the plates cleared and the table quiet, I leaned back in my chair and let out a slow breath. The comfort of home had dulled the sharp edges of the last few days, but the weight of the Empire’s decisions still sat heavy in my chest.

"There’s more," I said, glancing at Steve, who gave me a subtle nod. "I met with the Emperor."