My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 71 71: She Was Crazy But She Had Dreams

My consciousness stirred back to life. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. It stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and absolute. I felt weightless, as if my body were floating in a void.

"Where is this?"

I blinked several tis, rubbed my eyes, but nothing changed. The darkness remained.

"Am I dreaming?"

I let out a slow breath and shrugged, assuming I was.

My thoughts drifted back to the fight with Guro.

No, calling it a fight was too generous, it was a brutal lee, raw and unforgiving. I never imagined my first kill would be a demon woman.

I stared at my hands, whole, uninjured but my mind refused to accept what I saw. The mory of pain still clung to . The unbearable, flesh-lting agony of my own fire reducing my hand to bone. I had done that to myself. And for what?

To kill her.

A heavy breath left my lips, the weight of that truth pressing down on .

I had killed soone.

Not just in battle. Not just for survival. I made the choice to end her life. And I did it with my own hands.

At first, I thought she was toying with , testing , playing with her prey. Then she spoke. Told she was "training" .

And I believed her. Or rather, I believed Arkas.

I convinced myself it was all part of my growth, that this was just another lesson. Her reason made sense, she wanted her prison sentence reduced, and I wanted to get stronger. A fair exchange.

But in the end, it wasn't training. It wasn't a test.

She was just insane.

She wanted dead. Not for any grand purpose, not for survival, but because she enjoyed it. Hunting, torturing—she thrived on it.

And I was ntally weak.

Even when I had the chance to finish her, I held back. Because so part of still felt innocent. Because I had never killed before. Because it felt wrong.

But she got up.

Even with her spine shattered, even when her body had no strength left, she still crawled toward with that grin. She wasn't done. She was going to kill .

So I made my choice.

I burned her alive.

The mory of her screams clawed at my mind. The way she thrashed, how she still tried to tear into my heart even as her flesh lted. I felt her blood spray onto my face, boiling from the heat. But she kept fighting. Even when her body failed, her will didn't.

I wasn't sure if she ever felt fear.

I clenched my fists, my breathing unsteady.

Was it supposed to feel like this?

It's easy to believe you can stand firm in your principles. But facing the reality of it is different.

I saw that determination in Guro. She wasn't fighting for anything noble. She fought because she wanted to. Until the very end, she never wavered.

I thought killing my first enemy would bring relief. Maybe even pride. But I felt none of that.

All I felt was doubt.

Was it right to crush soone's dream, even if that dream was burning alive?

A dry chuckle escaped .

Did I do the right thing?

Would I have survived if I hadn't gone that far?

Was there another way?

No. There wasn't.

She forced my hand. Pushed into a corner. And I did what I had to do.

But still…

I killed her.

I wiped a hand down my face, only to rember this was all in my head. No blood. No sweat. No burn scars.

Just . Alone in the dark. With my thoughts.

I had trusted her once. Believed, even if only for a mont, that this was just another test. And maybe, in so twisted way, it was. But not in the way I had imagined.

Guro fought with everything she had. Not out of desperation. Not out of necessity. But because she wanted to. That was the kind of person she was relentless and rciless. She would have co after no matter what. Not because she had to. But because it was in her nature.

And I?

I hesitated.

Not because I lacked strength. Not because I was weak. But because so part of still wanted to believe that it was just training.

But it wasn't.

She forced my hand. And when the mont ca, I chose to survive.

That was the lesson.

It wasn't about right or wrong. It wasn't about feeling good or bad.

It was simple.

When the choice ca down to or her…..

I chose .

Her dream might have been crazy but mine was not.

I exhaled. My thoughts settled and the burden of the situation reduced a lot.

I knew this won't be my last kill. This was just the beginning.

And I was ready.

"Now, how the fuck do I wake up from this dream?"

I willed my floating body or consciousness, or whatever it was to move forward. I kept going, waiting for myself to wake up.

I had no idea how much ti passed as I floated aimlessly.

Then from nowhere a green gas flooded the darkness surrounding .

"What is this?" I asked myself surprised.

The gas kept filling the space and eventually, a deep lethargy settled over , dragging into exhaustion. My eyes grew heavy, and before I knew it, the darkness swallowed completely.

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A sharp pain stabbed at . I tried shifting, but the pain remained, relentless and piercing. Finally, I'd had enough. My eyes fluttered open.

Everything was blurry. My vision swam, and then the mories rushed back. My lips trembled as I tried to part them, but they refused to obey.

A voice reached .

"Billion, can you hear ?"

I couldn't tilt my head, so I shifted my eyes toward the blurry figure hovering over . Slowly, the image sharpened.

Vice Commander June.

"Ye… yeah," I whispered, my throat dry and scratchy.

She exhaled, tension visibly leaving her shoulders.

"Thank god you're okay. For a mont, I thought I lost you. Your heart even stopped beating. But then, suddenly, it started again."

I blinked.

'My heart stopped? Damn… how close was I to dying?'

My face refused to move, my body sluggish and unresponsive. I couldn't even show a reaction.

"Billion?"

I forced my eyes to blink a few tis before managing another whisper.

"Okay."

She nodded.

"Alright, let help with your injuries."

Reaching into her uniform, she pulled out a small green vial.

"This is concentrated vitality. Drink it, and your recovery will speed up."

She brought the vial to my lips and carefully poured its contents into my mouth. The thick, liquid slid down my throat, leaving behind a cooling sensation.

I waited.

A few seconds passed, and then warmth spread through . A faint green glow pulsed around my body. The pain dulled, the aches started fading, and slowly, I felt control returning to my limbs.

June remained seated beside , watching my face silently.

I turned my head slightly and smiled.

"Am I looking handso, Vice Commander?"

Her eyes widened slightly, then she let out a soft chuckle.

"You're in no condition to joke around, soldier."

I grinned.

"What better ti to joke than when you just escaped death? Wouldn't you agree?"

Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head.

"I apologize, Billion. It was my mistake."

My smile faded.

"What do you an?"

"Commander assigned to keep an eye on you and make sure the demon didn't pull anything crazy on us. And I failed. You ca too close to death."

I shook my head.

"It's okay, Vice Commander. There's no need to bla yourself. These things happen. But where's Commander?"

"Outside, overseeing the final battle. Today's the last day, and everyone is giving it their all. We were both there, but then he released the demon and sent here. He was going to check on you himself, but couple of unit mbers including your friend Steve lost it. Nearly fought themselves to death. Commander had to step in before soone got killed."

I blinked.

"Steve? Why?"

She smiled.

"Of course, for the best reward. He's ranked first right now—by a comfortable margin too."

She paused for a few seconds, then spoke again.

"I was going to stop her, Billion. When she pierced your chest, I was ready to intervene. But then you did sothing insane, and I couldn't help but wait to see how it would play out."

'Wow, so careless.'

But, I did not express my true thoughts.

"Yeah, I know. I was aweso back there." I let out a breath. "That bitch was crazy, by the way, Vice Commander."