My Talent's Name Is Generator

Without another thought, I moved.

My body surged forward, leaving the asteroid behind as I shot toward Abor. The void stretched around me as my speed increased rapidly, the silver glow around my body intensifying as space cracked faintly in my wake. From a distance, I would have appeared like a streak of light tearing through the darkness, a falling star descending toward the planet.

Within moments, Abor filled my vision.

I did not slow.

I pierced through the upper layers of its atmosphere, descending directly toward the capital. The air parted around me violently, unable to withstand the force of my movement, before stabilizing as I brought myself to a halt high above the city.

Below me, the capital spread outward. At its center stood the dome, the heart of our operations, the place from which everything was being monitored and controlled.

I looked at it in silence.

Then I extended my awareness.

The Dream law responded immediately.

It did not manifest as visible energy. Instead, it spread outward subtly, weaving itself into perception, altering the way reality would be interpreted by anyone observing from beyond the immediate space.

The city began to shift.

From above, from afar, from any form of external observation, the entire capital dissolved into something else entirely. Structures softened, lines blurred, and the complex geometry of the city faded away.

In its place—

A lake appeared.

The central dome, along with every structure surrounding it, vanished from perception, hidden beneath a seamless layer of constructed reality that did not feel like an illusion, but like truth itself.

Anyone looking toward Abor from the outside would see nothing more than a calm body of water reflecting the sky.

There was no movement visible nor the people moving in the city. It was as if there was no activity. No sign of what truly existed beneath.

I observed the effect for a moment, ensuring its stability.

The Dream law held perfectly, blending with space and sealing layers already present across the planet.

I lowered my hand slowly, the silver glow around me dimming slightly as everything settled into place.

”That should be enough for now,” I said quietly and opened my status to have a look.

[Status]

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Name : Billion Ironhart

Race : Executor(Human)

Class : Primordial Executor – Transcendent (Mythic)

Laws:

Level 4 - Major Law of Space, Major Law of Time, Major Law of Elemental Convergence, Major Law of Devour, Major Law of Stormfire, Major Law of Froststorm, Major Law of Assimilation, Major Law of Polarity, Major Law of Resonance, Major Law of Sealing, Major Law of Dreams

Level 5 - Minor Law of Blood

Domain: Veritas Dominus

Awakened Weapon: Executor’s Staff

Rank: Transcendent

Level : 499

Talent :

- Generator Prime 4

- Essence : 1200/1200(+1000)

- Soul Shackle : 6

Attributes :

- Strength: Pre-origin (10100)

- Constitution: Pre-origin (10100)

- Dexterity: Pre-origin (10100)

- Psynapse : Pre-origin (10100)

- Essence : ∞

Skills :

- Essence Engine (Innate) (Max)

- Psynapse Fracture (Max)(6)

- Fractured Unity Level 9

- Chrono-Severance Step Level 4

- Sovereign Reversal Level 9

- Essence Rebellion Level 4

- Hand of Convergence Level 5

- Sanctum of Judgement Level 10(Max)

- Runic Ascent Level 5(Max)

- Singularity Beam (Weapon Skill)

- Executor’s Halo (Passive)

- Equivalence Clause (Passive)

Abilities:

- Apex Body – Transcendent (Passive)]

- Trait Acquisition

Rights:

- Right to Insight

- Right to Isolate

- Right to Anchor

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Every attribute had now crossed into the Pre-Origin state. Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Psynapse—all of them stood firmly beyond the threshold. My earlier assumption had proven correct. Ten thousand had indeed been the requirement.

As my eyes moved further down, they stopped.

[Minor Law of Blood – Level 5]

I remained still for a moment.

This was a law I had deliberately avoided.

Not because it lacked value, but because I understood its nature. Blood was not like fire or lightning. It was not something external that could be shaped freely. It existed within life itself, tied directly to identity, to survival, to the very structure of existence.

And because of that, it required a different approach. A memory surfaced. I had prepared for this situation and law.

Without another thought, I moved. In the next instant I appeared on another isolated island on Abor.

This place was nothing like the calm, open stretches I had used before. The entire island had been converted into a massive prison complex. Towering black walls encircled the land, layered with sealing runes that pulsed faintly beneath the surface. Watchtowers rose at intervals along the perimeter, while multiple containment structures spread across the interior—each one designed to hold different types of prisoners based on their abilities and race.

The air itself felt heavy from suppression.

Inside those structures—

More than a hundred thousand individuals were confined. Traitors captured when I had defeated the Hollow Star from Abor.

They belonged to different races—Ferans, Elementals, Nagas, and others whose forms carried distinct traits shaped by their origins. Some were bound within reinforced chambers, others held behind layered barriers, while the stronger ones were sealed individually under specialized restraints.

The moment I appeared above the prison, the formations reacted.

Runes flickered.

Barriers trembled.

Then I raised my hand.

With a single motion, I erased it all.

The walls shattered as the sealing laws holding them together unraveled under my will. The towers collapsed into fragments, and the containment structures disintegrated in an instant, their layered defenses peeling away as though they had never existed.

In the span of a breath—

The entire prison vanished. What remained was open land. And over a hundred thousand prisoners suddenly exposed beneath the sky.

For a moment, there was silence. Then realization spread. They were no longer contained.

But they were not free either.

Their gazes lifted toward me almost as one.

Fear took hold immediately.

Some staggered backward instinctively, their bodies reacting before their minds could process what had just happened. Others dropped to their knees, overwhelmed by the sudden shift, while a few attempted to move, to run, or to gather themselves for resistance.

A handful stood firm, their expressions hardened, refusing to bow despite everything.

But even they could feel it. The weight of my presence above them.

I said nothing. I simply looked down at them, and that was enough.

I stepped forward slowly and raised my hand.

This time, I did not draw upon Essence. I extended something else. My perception sank into the living.

And I felt it.

Blood.

It flowed through every single one of them, each individual carrying a distinct pattern. Some flows were steady and strong, others irregular and unstable. The differences between races became immediately apparent—variations in density, temperature, rhythm, and response to internal pressure.

A slight shift of will—and the blood within their body responded.

It rose subtly beneath their skin, no longer moving entirely on its own. Many individuals froze, their breath catching as their body reacted to a force they could not see or understand.

I observed closely, not just the reaction, but the underlying elements that allowed it to happen. Then I expanded my focus.

Dozens of individuals came under my awareness, then hundreds, each one adding complexity to what I perceived. The patterns began overlapping, forming a vast network of biological variation that my mind processed with increasing clarity.

I began adjusting those flows.

Some I accelerated, pushing their circulation beyond normal limits. Others I slowed, observing how long the body could sustain itself under reduced movement. In a few cases, I altered the direction entirely, forcing the blood to move against its natural path and watching how the system adapted or collapsed.

Cries began to rise across the island.

Some fell to their knees, clutching their chests or throats. Others struggled to remain standing as their internal systems were pushed beyond equilibrium. A few attempted to resist, but it was meaningless. Their bodies no longer belonged entirely to them.

I remained focused.

Each reaction revealed something new. Some races adapted better to pressure. Others showed resilience under instability. A few displayed traits that could be refined, improved, or replicated.

The law responded.