My Talent's Name Is Generator

[Class Evolution Available]

I mentally clicked on the option, my gaze fixed on the panel in front of me as I read through the class evolution description.

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[Primordial Executor – Awakened (Mythic)] : Before creation, there was Essence. Before order, there was Will. The Primordial Executor does not merely alter the world, he delivers the ORIGINAL Command. His enemies do not face power. They face the law of what must be.

Stat Gains per Level: Strength +5, Constitution +4, Dexterity +3, Psynapse +8

Skills:

[Absolute (Active)]: Comprehension of the Law of Absolute. A command written into the fabric of existence. Enforce your will as the executor to command Essence, elements, and laws. Scales with Psynapse and Essence control.

[Revert (Active)]: Return all things to their source. The Primordial Executor invokes the right of unmaking, breaking down physical matter, elemental constructs, and magical phenomena into raw, unbound Essence. Scales with Level and Essence control.

[Executor’s Halo (Passive)]: A passive aura of absolute authority. Reality subtly aligns around you, enhancing Essence flow and suppressing disorder. Beings that defy the Original Command instinctively recognise you as an enemy and react with fear or hostility.

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I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the panel as I went over the details. No other options were available for Evolution.

A Mythic class.

Three skills, two active and one passive.

A total of 20 stat gains with every level-up.

I blinked, absorbing the information.

Honestly, I was excited, too excited.

A Mythic class. I’d never heard of anyone having one of these. And the description… It was shrouded in mystery, something I had to know more about.

Essence Noblesse spoke of the origin of Essence and the Universe, claiming no one knew which came first. But this class, this Primordial Executor, went even further, confirming that before creation, there was Essence, and before order, there was Will.

The ORIGINAL Command. That phrase echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it meant.

These Executors seemed less like typical wielders of power and more like enforcers of some fundamental law. The idea of delivering the Original Command felt like I would be enacting a rule that existed beyond the laws of the world itself.

Then, I focused on the final line: “Enemies of the Executor face the law of what must be.” It seemed there was no way to defy this power.

I liked the sound of that.

I read over each of the skills again.

[Absolute] felt like a perfect fit for the role of an enforcer. It was the implementation of the Law of Absolute, everything around me, under my command, bending to the law of existence itself.

[Revert] seemed more defensive, almost like an undoing of attacks. Anything thrown at me, be it physical, elemental, or magical, would unravel into nothingness. It felt like the ultimate countermeasure.

And then there was [Executor’s Halo], the passive skill.

I wasn’t sure who the enemies of the Original Command were, or why they would be my enemies. But I could feel the weight of that statement. They would instinctively recognize me, and they would react. Fear. Hostility. It sounded like something I would soon understand.

Despite the uncertainty of the unknown enemy, I couldn’t overlook the advantages. The power of this class was too great to ignore.

I decided to accept it.

Not that I had a choice, there were no other options.

This path felt absolute, like it had been chosen long before I ever saw the screen.

My eyes hovered over the “Accept” option.

I took one last look around—the crumbling platform, the endless abyss, the bleak, silent world surrounding me.

Then I made my choice and accepted the class.

The moment I accepted the class, everything around me shattered.

The gray platform cracked beneath my feet. The sky above broke like glass. The abyss pulled me down but then, I wasn’t falling.

I was floating.

Darkness surrounded me, yet it wasn’t empty. I was drifting in space. Cold, silent space filled with stars, debris, and floating rocks. A massive asteroid belt stretched out in all directions, glowing faintly under distant starlight.

And then, I saw him.

A figure stood on one of the larger asteroids, tall and motionless. A long, tattered cloak hung from his shoulders, torn and frayed at the edges. Not a single part of his body was visible. He was completely covered, his face hidden under a deep hood.

Chains wrapped around him.

They slithered over his cloak like living things, coiling tight around his arms, chest, and neck. Some dragged behind him, some floated beside him. They looked ancient, rusted in places, glowing faintly in others. I didn’t know if they were binding him or protecting him.

His presence was… strange. Like he existed but did not exist at the same time. It felt like it was a sin to stare at the being.

And then came the army.

The darkness around him shifted, then filled with light and movement.

A massive force of beings emerged from the far side of the asteroid belt. Ships shaped like blades. Creatures riding beasts. Dragons roaring and flying in hordes. Warriors with wings. Demons and races I never read about. All surged toward him.

Millions of them.

From all races. All sizes. All powers. Some burned with fire. Some carried weapons the size of towers. Some looked like walking storms.

The man didn’t move. He simply raised a single hand.

Space bent. Reality flickered. And power answered him.

The first wave of enemies rushed in, loud, chaotic, wild. He said nothing. Did nothing. But the chains around him shifted.

And the law was spoken, not in words, but in reality itself.

Absolute.

Suddenly, everything in the sky froze.

Every winged beast, flying ship, and floating beings stopped mid-air.

Then they dropped.

The law had changed.

The sky was no longer theirs to fly. It no longer allowed them to float. As if the universe itself had decided: You will fall.

And they did.

All of them slammed into the asteroids below, crushing rocks, breaking bones, shattering formations. Dozens died instantly. The rest scrambled in confusion and fear.

That was his first move.

Then came the second wave.

They all attacked at once.

Flaming spears. Blades of compressed gravity. Screaming winds sharper than steel. Cracking whips of lightning.

Crystalline arrows glowing with poison. Frozen stars hurled like cannonballs. Meteors wrapped in flame. Swords made from pure sound. Even warped laws—time loops, spatial fractures, illusions, mind strikes—all thrown at him together in a storm of destruction.

Every concept of attack, every element, every law, they used it all.

The sky turned blinding.

And he just stood there.

He raised his hand again.

Revert.

And the universe listened.

The chaos didn’t explode. It unraveled.

All of it, everything thrown at him, shimmered, twisted, and broke apart.

Massive meteors turned to clear mist.

Firestorms fell as harmless rain.

Time loops shattered into sparkles.

Dark laws crumbled into gray dust.

Laws broke. Space folded. Energy returned to silence.

In seconds, the storm became a slow dance of glowing droplets floating around him like snow.

He remained still.

Then, something changed.

A soft light began to glow behind his hooded head. A perfect circle of clear energy—a halo—formed. It pulsed, slow and steady, like a heartbeat.

The moment it appeared, the entire army went still.

Some backed away.

Others screamed.

Some just froze, weapons slipping from their hands.

They recognized him.

Not as a man. Not even as a monster.

As something else. Something forgotten. Something that shouldn’t exist.

Then a few snapped.

They charged at him, roaring with everything they had. Insanity lit their eyes. Their fear turned into rage.

And still, he didn’t move.

He just raised his hand one last time.

This time, he whispered something.

I heard it.

“Right to Exist.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the world reacted.

Like a match had been struck.

One by one, then ten, then hundreds, then thousands—the enemies exploded.

Not with sound, but like fireworks in space. Bright flashes of color. Sparks of Essence.

They didn’t scream.

They simply ceased.

Every single one, no matter their strength, no matter their race, was erased. Their very right to exist had been denied.

And he did it all without taking a single step.

The chains dragged behind him.

The halo burned softly.

And around him, silence returned.

Then the vision ended.

I fell to my knees, breath caught in my throat. The image of him was burned into my mind.

I didn’t know who he was. Or if he was even real. But the message was clear.

That was the Primordial Executor.

And now… I was walking the same path.