My Talent’s Name Is Generator - Chapter 1306

Chapter 1306: The Summon Who Wasn’t Mine

The creatures had barely disappeared into the darkness when Lyrate and I continued our journey toward the ruins. Their sudden appearance had left me with more questions than answers, especially after I discovered the strange Origin of Time woven through this dead zone.

It was unlike the Origin I had comprehended myself, and the fact that it had been strong enough to conceal the arrival of those creatures made me unwilling to lower my guard.

I kept my perception fully expanded as we moved forward, continuously examining everything around us. Every fluctuation in space, every disturbance in the flow of time, even the faintest change in the surrounding energy was immediately captured by my senses.

Lyrate remained beside me, occasionally glancing toward the darkness around us, but neither of us spoke much. There was an uncomfortable stillness in the dead zone, as though the entire region was waiting for something.

Almost an hour passed without incident.

Then I suddenly stopped.

“Lyrate, wait.”

She halted immediately, her expression becoming alert.

“What is it?”

I didn’t answer at first. My perception had caught something unusual several hundred metres ahead of us. The void itself had begun to fluctuate, twisting and folding in a manner that reminded me of the earlier disturbances.

“Something is happening again.”

We both turned our attention toward the disturbance.

The darkness ahead began to ripple violently, as though something was trying to force its way through from another location. For several seconds, the fluctuations grew stronger before abruptly collapsing. The void became completely still.

Then it happened again. The same fluctuation. The same violent distortion.

Something was attempting to enter this region, but whatever force governed this place seemed to be preventing it from arriving properly or actually having difficulty bringing it in.

Lyrate narrowed her eyes.

“Is something trying to break through?”

“That’s what it looks like.”

We waited.

The fluctuations continued several more times, each one lasting only a few moments before disappearing. Then, without warning, everything went silent.

A figure appeared directly in front of us.

Both Lyrate and I froze.

For several seconds, neither of us could process what we were seeing.

The woman standing before us had long crimson-red hair, brilliant red eyes, and the exact same features as Lyrate. She was wearing the same red gown that Lyrate beside me wore, and even her presence carried the same familiar Origin.

Yet there was one obvious difference.

She was holding a book in one hand, with a pair of delicate glasses resting on her face. Her fingers were still positioned between the pages as though she had been reading only a moment ago.

The woman looked around in confusion before finally noticing us.

Her eyes widened.

“Billion?”

My own eyes widened.

“Lyrate?”

The woman stared at me, then slowly looked toward the Lyrate standing beside me. Her expression became increasingly confused.

“Who are you?”

Lyrate’s brows furrowed.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

The woman looked back at me.

“I am Lyrate.”

Silence followed.

I looked at the woman, then at the Lyrate beside me, trying to make sense of what I was witnessing.

“Wait, wait, wait. What exactly is going on here?”

Neither woman had an answer.

The newly arrived Lyrate slowly lowered the book in her hand.

“I was reading. I was visiting an elven planet when suddenly everything around me distorted. I couldn’t move, and then…” She glanced around the darkness. “I appeared here.”

Lyrate stared at her.

“You’re really saying you’re me?”

The woman looked equally bewildered.

“I don’t know what else I could say. I am Lyrate.”

I carefully extended my perception toward her. The result made my expression change.

Her Origin was familiar. Her soul was familiar.

Even her fundamental existence carried the same signature as Lyrate. But something was different.

The connection between her and me didn’t exist. She wasn’t my summon. I looked at Lyrate beside me, and she seemed to reach the same conclusion.

“She’s from another point in time,” I said slowly.

The newly arrived woman stared at me.

“What?”

“This place isn’t simply manipulating space. It is connected to time itself. Somehow, it pulled you here from the future.”

Her expression changed as the realization settled in.

“The future…”

She looked down at her hands, then back at us.

“Oh my God.”

She suddenly laughed nervously.

“This is impossible. I was just reading my book. I wasn’t even doing anything interesting.”

Lyrate gave her an irritated look.

“Apparently you don’t need to do anything interesting to end up somewhere insane.”

The future Lyrate almost smiled. Then her expression abruptly changed.

Her red eyes flickered. For an instant, they became completely orange.

I felt the change immediately. The familiar presence I had sensed only moments earlier suddenly became something else entirely.

Her posture straightened.

The confusion vanished from her face and the warmth disappeared. When she looked at me again, there was no trace of uncertainty in her eyes.

“Hello there.”

The voice was still Lyrate’s. But the person speaking was not.

My body tensed.

“Who are you?”

She smiled.

“I am Lyrate.”

Her orange eyes gleamed as she stared directly at me.

“The Lyrate who wanted a life of her own.”

My expression hardened.

“I finally received it.”

Lyrate beside me stared at her in disbelief. The future version continued, her voice becoming increasingly venomous.

“I am no longer a puppet created by you. I have my own existence, my own choices, and my own future.”

I glanced toward the Lyrate beside me. Only days earlier, we had discussed that exact desire.

She wanted to become more than a summon. She wanted a life of her own.

And now a version of her from the future had appeared before us, claiming that she had achieved exactly that.

“How…” I muttered.

The future Lyrate tilted her head.

“You already know, don’t you, Bilian?”

Her smile widened.

“You simply haven’t reached that point yet.”

Lyrate finally stepped forward.

“Hey, bitch.”

The future Lyrate’s eyes shifted toward her.

“I don’t think you’re me.”

For the first time, the smile disappeared.

“You’re right.”

Her hand moved toward her side. A crimson sword materialized in her grasp.

I recognized it instantly.

It was Lyrate’s sword. But before I could say anything, she raised it.

“Then perhaps I should show you the difference.”

She swung.

The surrounding void screamed. A gigantic crimson blade erupted from her sword and tore through space directly toward us.

My eyes narrowed. The attack was really powerful. It contained nearly ninety percent of origin resonance.

I immediately understood that this wasn’t some simple demonstration.

The woman standing before us possessed the same foundation as Lyrate, but whatever had happened to her in the future had transformed that foundation into something far more dangerous.

“Lyrate!”

I moved.

The crimson blade was already upon us.