Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 344: SAMSARA CYCLE

[Potential Loan]

Temporarily overlay the potential of harvested souls onto yourself, layering their untapped possibilities like veils of shimmering energy that enhance your form.

You become a mosaic of existence, unpredictable and unstoppable, a living tapestry woven from diverse essences that shift and adapt in the heat of battle.

[Soul Detonation]

Compress harvested souls into hyper-dense cores and detonate them, forging explosive orbs that pulse with concentrated fury before unleashing their cataclysmic power.

The blast obliterates body, soul, and surrounding essence, ripping through the veil of reality with a force that leaves scorched voids in its wake.

Reality screams, the fabric of existence trembling as the detonation echoes across dimensions, a testament to the raw might you command.

[Grave Tide]

Unleash a torrent of souls from the Gate, releasing them in a surging wave that crashes forward like an unstoppable flood of spectral energy.

They harvest, attack, and return endlessly, like an ocean of death and life combined, cycling through destruction and renewal in a relentless, hypnotic rhythm.

[Thanatic Ascension]

Consume hundreds of souls at once, drawing them into your being in a voracious influx that surges through your veins like liquid fire.

Your body floods with energy, warping the battlefield, as raw power reshapes the environment into twisted forms that mirror your heightened state.

Strength, speed, durability increases exponentially, elevating you to godlike prowess that overwhelms all opposition in a blaze of transcendent might.

[Soul Overwrite]

Overlay any harvested soul onto yourself, merging its essence seamlessly with your own in a fluid transition that alters your very core.

Gaining its combat instincts, skills, and aura, you adapt instantaneously, channeling the soul’s unique traits with effortless mastery.

You become a new incarnation of execution with each overwrite, a chameleon of destruction that shifts forms to suit the demands of any confrontation.

[Execution Zone]

Designate a battlefield where all deaths feed your Soul Gate automatically, establishing an invisible boundary that claims every fallen essence without fail.

No afterlife, no salvation, no escape, as the zone enforces your dominion with cold inevitability, drawing souls into your grasp like moths to an eternal flame.

[Soul Suppression]

Release condensed soul-pressure, unleashing a wave of oppressive force that blankets the area in a heavy, suffocating aura.

Weak souls collapse; strong ones falter, their resolve crumbling under the weight of your unyielding presence.

Reality bends to your Gate’s rhythm, twisting and conforming to the cadence of harvested essences that dictate the flow of existence around you.

[Death Manifestation]

Condense life-death energy into colossal constructs, blades, beasts, avatars, storms that materialize with a thunderous roar, towering over the landscape.

They cut directly at essence, bypassing immortality, regeneration, or armor, striking at the core of being with unerring lethality.

[Essence Singularity]

Every harvested soul radiates an energy field, a subtle glow that envelops you in layers of protective and amplifying power.

Amplifying attacks, fortifying your body, and subtly warping reality itself, this field reshapes the battlefield into a domain where your will holds absolute sway.

[Existential Census]

All entities are perceived as entries within Samsara’s registry, a vast ledger that unfolds in your mind’s eye like an infinite scroll of fates.

You see the living, the dying, the dead, the immortal, the undead, the artificial, the fragmented, and the unfinished, each marked by their status: valid, delayed, corrupted, or rejected, their essences laid bare in vivid detail.

Beings that should not exist appear as fractures in the Cycle, glaring anomalies that pulse with discordant energy, begging for correction under your gaze.

[Vital Authority]

You command life as a state, not a resource, dictating its presence with the certainty of a cosmic decree that echoes through biological and ethereal realms alike.

You may initiate growth, halt aging, induce decay, suppress regeneration, or overwrite biological imperatives, bending the threads of vitality to your unyielding vision.

Evolution, mutation, fertility, and vitality obey your decision, flourishing or withering at your command like leaves in the wind of fate.

Life does not flourish because it can, it flourishes because you allow it, granting permission to the spark of existence with deliberate grace.

[Terminal Decree]

You command death as a process, not an event, initiating its unfoldment with a quiet authority that permeates the target’s very core.

Targets do not "take damage." Their biological, metaphysical, or conceptual life-functions are concluded, severed cleanly from the continuum of being.

This bypasses immortality, regeneration, divine contracts, and narrative survival, enforcing an end that aligns perfectly with the Cycle’s inexorable flow.

The death is clean, lawful, and irreversible unless you permit otherwise, a finality wrapped in the serenity of cosmic order.

[Soul Dominion]

Souls fall under your direct jurisdiction, becoming subjects in a realm where your word is the ultimate law governing their fate.

You may harvest, bind, divide, fuse, refine, imprison, release, or dissolve souls into raw existential essence, manipulating them with the precision of a master artisan.

Souls cannot hide, escape, or be destroyed against your will, their movements traced and controlled across the vast expanses of reality.

Soul-based entities recognize your authority instinctively, bowing to the inherent pull of Samsara that resonates within their core.

[Afterlife Structuring]

You may create, alter, or erase afterlife states, shaping ethereal realms with the ease of a sculptor molding clay from the void.

Heavens, hells, voids, dream-realms, purgatories, soul seas. All are constructs permitted by Samsara, ephemeral domains that rise and fall at your whim.

You may reassign souls, collapse false afterlives, or strip gods of their soul-realms, reclaiming territories with unassailable command.

Death does not guarantee rest.

It guarantees jurisdiction, placing every departed essence under your vigilant oversight in the grand wheel of continuance.

[Immortality Regulation]

You decide what forms of immortality are valid, evaluating eternal claims against the standards of the Cycle with impartial scrutiny.

True immortals may persist, their longevity affirmed by your decree.

False immortals degrade, their fabricated eternities crumbling like sand under the weight of truth.

Undead may stabilize or collapse, their limbo states adjusted to fit the Cycle’s rhythm.

Regenerative loops can be severed, eternal life can be made brittle, as immortality exists by license, not defiance, granted only to those deemed worthy.