Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 333

Chapter 333: MYSTIC EYES V
Soul-Vector Alignment

With a focused gaze, you may shift the orientation of any being’s spiritual direction. Inner currents realign subtly, like rivers nudged by an unseen hand toward new courses.

Their intent, instincts, emotional direction, and subconscious trajectory begin aligning to whatever path you observe.

The change manifests gradually, a gentle pivot that feels almost natural to the affected.

Nothing you gaze upon can resist this subtle realignment, as it does not bend their will, it merely nudges the flow of their inner momentum. The resistance melts away, souls yielding to the inexorable pull.

Enemies may find their killing intent falter, their aim soften, their aggression disperse, while allies may find their resolve sharpen and their determination crystallize. This duality shapes alliances and conflicts with quiet precision.

You do not control souls; you simply turn their trajectory toward the direction you acknowledge. The influence remains ethical in its subtlety, a guiding light rather than a commanding force.

Ultimate Ability: Celestial Bifurcation

When activated, your gaze divides all existence within sight into two undeniable truths: what is and what should not be. The split manifests as a shimmering divide, realities parting like veils in the wind.

Nothing in the world can escape this judgmental split. Beings, illusions, concepts, falsehoods, distortions, spatial anomalies, temporal remnants, spiritual echoes, and even fate-born constructs are instantly categorized. The air vibrates with the force of separation, echoes of misplaced elements fading.

Anything that belongs remains solidified with reinforced clarity, while anything that is out of place becomes severed from the present reality’s recognition. The rightful elements glow faintly, their presence affirmed in the cosmic order.

It does not vanish, it simply loses its anchor in existence, gently pushed back to whatever realm or state it originally belonged to. This repatriation occurs with serene inevitability, the displaced drifting away like leaves on a stream.

Your eyes do not destroy; they restore the rightful order of presence. Harmony returns in the wake, the universe sighing in relief at the corrected balance.

Ultimate Ability: Infinite Axis Convergence

Upon unleashing this ability, every angle, trajectory, direction, and vector within your vision collapses into a single unified axis that obeys your perception alone. The convergence pulls reality taut, like strings drawn to a central point.

Nothing within this domain can move unpredictably, evade, misdirect, or diverge from the path you recognize. Movements straighten into predictable lines, the chaos of free will subdued under the gaze’s directive.

Space ceases to behave independently, forcing all motion, physical, spiritual, mental, conceptual to align along the invisible axis created by your gaze. The air hums with enforced order, paths narrowing to inevitability.

This ability does not immobilize; it simply ensures that every action follows a route you can perfectly predict, making surprise, chaos, and uncertainty impossible. Control emerges from foresight, the battlefield a scripted dance.

Passive Ultimate: Immutable Observation

Your eyes enforce a fundamental truth upon existence: whatever you witness becomes an anchor point reality cannot alter without your awareness. The observed solidifies like stone in the river of time, unyielding to external forces.

Nothing you have seen can be rewritten, erased, reversed, tampered with, or substituted unless you observe the alteration as it happens. Changes ripple but cannot touch the etched memories, preserving the sanctity of perception.

Time cannot modify events you have witnessed. Reality cannot replace what your eyes have acknowledged. The permanence acts as a shield against cosmic revisions, your gaze a bastion of unchangeable truth.

Even gods cannot rewrite the past you have personally seen. Divine interventions falter, the weight of your observation an immovable constant in the flux of eternity.

Your observation becomes a cosmic constant. This unassailable record endures, a testament to the enduring power of sight amid the ever-shifting cosmos.

Passive Ultimate: Origin Recognition

Your sight instinctively identifies the primordial root of anything,.ability, creature, phenomenon, artifact, curse, law, distortion, or concept. The genesis unfolds like a blooming flower, roots tracing back through veils of time.

Nothing you observe can conceal the source of its existence, even if that source predates creation, lies beyond the universe, or has been forcibly severed from history. Barriers crumble, origins emerging in vivid clarity, the air whispering ancient secrets.

Your perception does not expose origin to others and does not reveal it to you as language… you simply know. The knowledge settles intuitively, a deep-seated understanding that bypasses words, resonating in the core of your being.

The eyes do not display truth, they recognize the birthplace of all things. This primal discernment grants profound insight, the universe’s cradle laid bare under your unwavering gaze.

“Yo, system. You kept the good stuff away from me all these while,” Aaron nagged, drooling sheepishly as he read the information on the mystic eyes abilities.

His voice carried a mix of playful accusation and genuine excitement, saliva glistening at the corner of his mouth, the thrill of discovery making his flawless porcelain skin flush slightly under the faint starlight filtering through the void.

[I still feel it’s too early for you to have those eyes. Spells more trouble for you. It has always been so for the ones with mystic organs.]

“Mystic organs? Are there more like this?” Aaron asked, his tone laced with genuine surprise.

Aaron was genuinely surprised, his golden-irised eyes widening as the fractal rings within them shifted in subtle, swirling patterns, reflecting his racing thoughts like stars aligning in a cosmic puzzle.

The mystic eyes were already a big game changer to Aaron.

The way they pierced through the veil of reality, unveiling layers he hadn’t even known existed, sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, his body still humming with the residual energy from the transformation.

Having more of that? The mere idea ignited a spark of greed in his chest, his fingers twitching involuntarily as he imagined the power of additional mystic organs amplifying his already formidable abilities.

Aaron honestly did not want to think of that, or he might have to beg the system to give him more.

The temptation tugged at him like an invisible thread, his mind wandering to visions of unparalleled dominance, but he reined it in with a deep breath, the cold vacuum of space brushing against his sweat-dampened skin like a chilling reminder of his limits.

[Just how does your brain work? You are interested in the part of having more mystic organs while ignoring the part where I mentioned the danger.]

“I feel no pressure from having more enemies. I feel pressure from stagnating rather. Having enemies is inevitable. Growing stronger isn’t,” Aaron replied, his voice steady and defiant, crossing his arms over his chest as the dark cloak settled around him like a protective shadow.

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“Now off to complete my tasks. Should be easier now that I have these eyes,” Aaron smiled, searching for another sentinel to exploit.

A confident grin spread across his lips, the golden filaments in his sclera pulsing faintly with inner light, his gaze sweeping the galaxy with newfound clarity that made distant structures appear as sharp and detailed as if they were mere steps away.

After selecting the best one, Aaron bent space, appearing before the sentinel.

The transition folded reality around him with a subtle hum, the void rippling like water disturbed by a stone, materializing him in the shadow of the massive metallic fortress, its hull gleaming coldly under the harsh glow of nearby stars, patrol drones buzzing faintly in the distance like wary insects.