Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 343

Chapter 343: SPACE -TIME TRANSCENDENCE III
[Chrono-Spatial Assimilation]

Absorb and neutralize hostile spacetime techniques, drawing them into your essence like a vortex consuming stray winds, transforming their volatile energies through an alchemical process of integration.

Converting them into usable knowledge or raw authority, you repurpose the very weapons arrayed against you, bolstering your arsenal with insights and power gleaned from the remnants of defeated manipulations.

[Momentary Omnipresence]

For a brief interval, you exist at all positions within your awareness across the same instant, expanding your being into a ubiquitous cloud that permeates every corner of the perceived domain with simultaneous intent.

Executing actions everywhere before collapsing back into one axis, your multifaceted interventions ripple outward, leaving a legacy of synchronized impacts that reshape the landscape in a fleeting display of godlike pervasiveness.

[Coordinate Imposition]

Force a target to obey a fixed spacetime coordinate, imprinting an indelible marker upon their existence that acts as an anchor, unyielding against the currents of freedom and evasion.

They may struggle, flee, or resist but reality continuously returns them to their imposed position and moment, a perpetual loop of correction that wears down defiance under the relentless enforcement of your will.

[Temporal Burial]

Bury a target beneath layered moments of time, entombing them in a multidimensional crypt where epochs stack like impenetrable barriers, each stratum adding to the suffocating pressure of chronology.

To escape, they must survive every second stacked upon them simultaneously, enduring the crushing simultaneity of infinite durations that assault their endurance from all temporal angles at once.

[Spacetime Inversion]

Invert the relationship between time and space in an area, flipping the fundamental interplay with a twist of authority that redefines the core dynamics governing motion and stillness in profound, disorienting ways.

Movement causes aging, each stride or gesture accelerating the toll of years, etching the passage of lifetimes onto the form in a grim exchange of progress for vitality.

Waiting causes displacement, idle pauses triggering shifts in position as if the fabric of space rebels against inertia, hurling the stationary into unexpected locales amid the chaos.

[Chrono-Spatial Silence]

Nullify all spacetime-based sensing, prophecy, foresight, divination, teleportation, and temporal awareness within a region, enveloping it in a profound hush that severs connections to the ethereal networks of prediction and traversal.

[Axis Preservation] (Locked)

If spacetime destabilizes catastrophically, you automatically stabilize it around yourself, invoking a reflexive safeguard that weaves order from the brink of anarchy with instinctive precision.

Preventing your own erasure even if reality collapses elsewhere, you stand as an island of constancy amid the crumbling expanse, your presence the unshakeable fulcrum holding back total dissolution.

[Event Erasure: Conditional] (Locked)

Erase an event only if it meets conditions you define, establishing predefined criteria that serve as vigilant sentinels over the flow of happenings in the continuum.

Reality itself enforces the rule, not you, operating as an autonomous arbiter that vigilantly monitors and excises infractions with impartial, unerring judgment.

[Absolute Timeline Lock] (Locked)

Seal a timeline permanently, encasing it in an impervious shell that repels all forms of tampering, preserving its integrity against the onslaught of revisionist forces.

No rewriting, branching, or interference by gods or concepts, the path remains sacrosanct, frozen in its original form under the eternal vigilance of your binding decree.

[Spatial Eternity]

Declare a region infinite regardless of its physical size, infusing it with boundless dimensions that expand inward and outward in defiance of measurable constraints.

Escape becomes mathematically impossible, a logical paradox where every path leads deeper into the endless maze, trapping pursuers in an ever-unfolding labyrinth of your creation.

[Continuum Authority: Apex] (Locked)

Override all lesser spacetime dominions, thrones, laws, and conceptual fields automatically upon entry, asserting an apex dominance that subjugates inferior structures with seamless, overwhelming supremacy that realigns allegiances in your favor.

[Samsara Cycle]

You have awakened the Great Turning, the eternal cycle that governs existence beyond creation and annihilation, a profound force woven into the very fabric of the multiverse, guiding all things through endless loops of transformation and renewal.

Before life learned to grow, before death learned to claim, Samsara existed as the principle that nothing ends, and nothing begins alone, an immutable law etched into the cosmos long before stars ignited or worlds took shape.

Life and death were never opposites, they were phases of the same motion, rotating endlessly through form, decay, memory, and rebirth, a seamless dance where each stage feeds into the next with unerring precision.

Where Primordial Life governs vitality and growth, and Primordial Death governs endings and souls, Samsara governs the passage between them, the silent bridge that ensures continuity amid the chaos of existence.

You do not create life.

You do not merely end it.

You decide when existence must move on, wielding authority that shapes the flow of souls and forms with absolute, unquestioned command.

The multiverse does not resist your authority it complies, because all things are already within the Cycle, bound by its ancient rhythms that pulse like the heartbeat of reality itself.

Abilities:

[Death Call]

Rip the souls of all within perception, tearing them free with a surge of inexorable force that echoes through the ether, leaving behind only hollow shells.

Bodies collapse, leaving only bones as evidence, scattered remnants that whisper of the lives once held within their fragile frames.

The stolen souls scream as they are dragged into your Soul Gate, their cries a haunting symphony that fuels your omnipotence, amplifying your power with each anguished essence absorbed.

[Soul Gate]

A metaphysical vault beyond time, a vast, shadowy repository suspended in the voids between realms, where echoes of lives linger in eternal suspension.

All harvested souls are preserved, refined, and weaponized, their essences distilled into potent tools that hum with latent energy ready to be unleashed.

They amplify your presence and can manifest as soldiers, projectiles, or avatars, versatile extensions of your will that carry the weight of countless existences.

[Soul Army]

Manifest spectral soldiers from the Gate, summoning them forth in shimmering waves of ethereal light that solidify into formidable warriors.

They retain all memories, instincts, and skills of their former lives, drawing upon lifetimes of experience to execute your commands with flawless precision.

Destroyed? They return to the Gate, never lost, reforming in the depths of your vault, ready to rise again at your slightest beckon.