My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 30 30: I Leveled Up, Now It’s Your Turn

I smirked, pulling the first aid kit from my back and tossing it to him.

”Iʼm glad youʼre doing so good, here, use whatever you can and make it fast. Iʼll handle these bastards.”

He took the kit and started patching himself up.

”Thanks.”

I stood up, my back to him, and kicked away the climbing trolls. My foot connected with oneʼs face, sending it tumbling down the mount.

I asked.

”So how the hell did you get stuck in this mess? Itʼs not like you to throw yourself into dumb situations. Even I wouldnʼt go this far.”

”Donʼt insult my intelligence by comparing me to yourself,” he shot back. ”Anyway, first, tell me how you even found me. Doesnʼt seem like a coincidence.”

”Nope. The vice commander told me about your situation.”

Steveʼs eyes widened.

”What the hell? I contacted her for help, but she didnʼt respond.”

”Donʼt ask me, man. I have no idea whatʼs going on in that bald demonʼs head.” I answered.

”Well, something is definitely up.” He spoke.

He fell silent for a few seconds. I turned my head slightly to check on him and found him struggling to wrap a bandage around his arm with just one hand.

”Come on, dude, Iʼm literally right here,” I said.

He scoffed but didnʼt argue.

I checked my surroundings, making sure no trolls were too close, then crouched beside him and bandaged his arm properly.

The rain wasnʼt helping—soaking through everything, making the bandages slippery. The storm didnʼt seem like it would let up anytime soon, thunder rumbling and flashing light across the battlefield.

”How did you break your arm?” I asked.

Steve exhaled heavily, sitting cross-legged.

”Those guys.”

He raised his hand, pointing toward the other two figures on the rocky mount, much closer to the checkpoint pillar.

”What? You mean they attacked you on purpose?”

Steve stared at me, his expression dark.

”How would they unintentionally break my arm, Billion?” Steve muttered.

”Yes, we were fighting the golems together. Then the trolls joined in, and since those two are from the capital, they teamed up and kicked me out, forced me to fight the trolls alone. Thatʼs why theyʼre closer to the reward.

I was the damn sacrifice.”

I blinked a few times.

”Are we even allowed to do that? Sabotage our own?”

Steve scoffed.

”Well, I donʼt remember Arkas saying not to.”

I thought it over.

”Yeah… he didnʼt say anything about that.”

I stood up and walked back to the edge of the mount, kicking away the trolls that kept trying to climb up.

”Well, that makes things easier for me. Let them grab the reward, Iʼll just beat it out of them.” I grinned.

”Yeah, whatever. I donʼt care anymore,” Steve mumbled. ”Iʼve been fighting nonstop. Iʼm taking a nap.”

He lay down in the weirdest position, trying to fit his massive frame on the uneven surface.

”Dude, itʼs raining. How the hell are you gonna sleep?”

”Donʼt care.”

”Fine.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the two guys on the other mount.

Up until now, I had ignored them, my focus entirely on Steve. But now that I knew they were the reason he was in this mess, things were different.

I activated my scan. The system gave me their details.

[King Holt – Level 7]

[Michael Hightower – Level 6]

”Ohh… so youʼre King Holt,” I muttered.

He was ranked second in the level rankings.

I narrowed my eyes at him, my jaw tightening.

”Just wait for me.”

I watched the duo fight. King wielded a spear with precision, his movements sharp and controlled. Michael, on the other hand, swung his swords wildly—effective, but nowhere near as refined.

They were clearly exhausted.

Sure, they were closer to the checkpoint, but getting the golden glass core wouldnʼt be that easy.

A level 10 golem and a level 10 troll stood guard near the pillar, along with several other lower-level golems and trolls.

There was no way those two could just waltz in and claim the prize.

If anything, the Abominations had a better chance. A cluster of them was already pounding away at the pillar, their relentless attacks shaking the ground around it.

I turned my thoughts inward.

In my current condition, there was no way I could clear the checkpoint. I was completely out of Essence and exhausted beyond belief. Even though I was stronger than anyone else here individually, the sheer number of Abominations made it impossible to push through.

The only way forward was to get stronger. And the fastest way to do that?

Level up.

I had already killed a lot of Abominations and gathered Essence—if I took down a few level 9s, I should be able to push myself up another level.

I could generate Essence while fighting, but the real issue was fatigue. That wouldnʼt just disappear by leveling up.

I exhaled and kicked, sending another Tree Troll tumbling down the mount.

”I wish I had a big area of attack,” I muttered. ”Something to wipe these idiots out in one go so I could actually get some damn rest.”

Looking back at Steve, still napping peacefully despite the rain, I shook my head.

ʼUnbelievable.ʼ

He really could sleep through anything.

I exhaled and slid down the mount.

Cracking my knuckles, I got to work.

The Tree Trolls around the base were mostly low levels, Level 6 and 7, nothing I couldnʼt handle. I moved like a sentinel, circling the mount and smashing down anything that got too close.

Most of them crumbled after a single punch or kick if I aimed right. I made sure every move counted—no wasted energy, no unnecessary swings.

Just clean, efficient strikes.

I got into the zone.

Fatigue and aching muscles faded into the background as I focused entirely on my movements.

My combat skills were sharpening in real-time, each kill felt smoother, faster, more precise. I wasnʼt just throwing power around anymore; I was refining my technique.

And then—

[Level Up!]

[Level 10 → Level 11]

I let out a breath, my shoulders relaxing. The tension that had built up from exhaustion settled just a little.

I climbed back up the mount and sat down next to Steve, letting my body rest for a moment.

Looking up at the rotating projector, I noticed two changes. My level-up and something else.

North leveled up too.

She was now Level 7, ranked 4th on the list, just below Steve.

”Is she in a situation like Steve?”

The thought lingered for a moment. I hadnʼt gone to check on her, but it did worry me a little.

I added 4 points to Strength and 1 to Psynapse from the newly gained unused stats.

Then, I pulled up my status to check my progress.

[Status]

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Name : Billion Ironhart

Race : Human

Class : N/A

Laws : N/A

Level : 11

Talent :

- Generator 2

- Essence : 6/10

Attributes :

- Strength: 30.3

- Constitution: 20

- Dexterity: 20

- Psynapse : 25.2

Unused Stats: 0

Skills:

- Essence Manipulation (Innate) Level 2

- Psynapse Boost (Innate) Level 1

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I clenched my fist, feeling the subtle difference in my body.

My muscles tightened, denser and more compact than before. Even my bones felt sturdier, as if they had been reinforced. I wondered how it would feel when my Strength reached 50 points.

I wiped the water from my face and hair, then turned toward Steve. More than an hour had passed, and he was still asleep.

I shook him.

”Yo, wake up. Itʼs time to move to the checkpoint.”

Steve let out a long exhale as he slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up, rubbing his face.

He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders.

”I knew there wouldnʼt be any peace with you around. So, whatʼs the plan?”

I crossed my arms.

”The plan is to get you to level 8 first. Then weʼll target the checkpoint.”

He gave me a side glance.

”Why donʼt you level up first?”

I smirked.

”I just did.”

His eyes widened. He scanned me, then let out a groan.

”Fucking hell.”