With clenched teeth and eyes filled with a burning hatred for the world, Rodha's gaze gradually softened as he delved deep into his newfound instincts following his resurrection. He sought to uncover the ordinary ability he had been granted,
furrowing his brows in contemplation. It was difficult for him to determine whether this ability was superior or inferior compared to others; it simply appeared lackluster, albeit better than any ordinary ability he had ever heard of, and even surpassing most extraordinary abilities.
Yet, it paled in comparison to the legendary abilities he could have acquired. The mere thought of it caused his teeth to grit even harder.
What was it that caused his lowered tier?!
Each legendary ability was truly legendary, possessing unique qualities that set them apart. Take, for instance, the Legendary Ability known as The Maddened Traveler. At its first rank, it allowed its user to traverse anywhere within a single continent on minor planets they had previously visited.
At rank 7, one could travel across the entire vast expanse with a mere thought, provided they had been there before. Rodha had yearned for such a game-changing ability, one that could shape his destiny. However, what he ultimately received was nothing more than an ordinary ability—albeit somewhat unique, it remained ordinary.
Even with relentless effort, the maximum potential for his ability would only reach the extraordinary level. Rodha took a deep breath, endeavoring to suppress thoughts of what could have been, and refocused his attention on the ability itself. A name naturally emerged within his mind: "Collector of Lost Souls." This ability granted its user the power to witness the memories of fortunate yet deceased mortal souls scattered throughout the vast expanse—the Heaven's lost children.
However, there were limitations. He could not select whose memories he would experience; it was a random selection of souls from various places within the universe. This ability was somewhat distinctive, but it fell short of the greatness possessed by legendary or even epic-level abilities, as far as Rodha could discern.
Taking a deep breath, He was ready to test this ordinary' ability that had ruined half of his potential.
...
Rodha stood on the precipice of using his "Collector of Lost Souls" ability. As he prepared to tap into its power, a thought consumed his mind—what if this ability was truly unique? What if it possessed a hidden quality that surpassed the ordinary, defying the constraints of its classification?
So unique that it caused the nigh-invincible eternal place for abilities to be born and Breakthroughs to be had to have the first and only failure known to living beings
A surge of anticipation coursed through Rodha's veins as he contemplated the possibilities.
What if his ability held an unprecedented level of depth, granting him access to insights and revelations that no other power could offer? The mere thought of such uniqueness ignited a spark of excitement within him.
What if it held the key to truly unraveling the mysteries of the vast expanse in a way that surpassed even the legendary abilities he had once yearned for?
The anticipation swelled within Rodha's chest, intensifying his resolve. He decided to cast aside his previous disappointment and embrace the possibility of true uniqueness within his ordinary ability. It was a gamble, a leap of faith into uncharted territory. But in that moment, he was willing to bet everything on the hope that his ability harbored something extraordinary, something that could change the course of his destiny.
With renewed determination, Rodha steeled his gaze and took a deep breath. He reached out with his consciousness, ready to awaken the full potential of his "Collector of Lost Souls" ability. The universe held its breath as he prepared to unlock the secrets hidden within the souls of the departed Children Of Heaven,
He took a deep breath, centering himself as he focused his mind on activating the power within him. Closing his eyes, he delved into the depths of his consciousness, reaching out with his newfound connection to the vast expanse.
A surge of energy coursed through Rodha's veins as his ability awakened. Slowly, he opened his eyes, now shining with an ethereal glow. The world around him seemed to shift as he tapped into his potentially extraordinary ordinary power.
As he stood there, his senses attuned to the unseen, Rodha felt a subtle shift in his perception. The veil between the living and the departed began to thin, revealing glimpses of spectral forms floating in the air. These were the lost souls he sought to connect with, the fortunate ones who had left their mortal shells behind,
And as the veil completely lifted, his senses suddenly went shut...
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In the vibrant world of Planet Li, where extraordinary abilities and diverse races flourished, there existed a young master named Li Chen, hailing from the nearly extinct Fa Race. With their distinctive appearance of humanoid figures adorned with turtle-shell-like hair, the Fa Race possessed remarkable innate regeneration and self-preservation abilities. Li Chen, born into abundance and privilege, had never known the hardships of the impoverished, nor did he care to understand.
Li Chen's life was a symphony of inexplicable luck. From the moment he drew his first breath, the universe seemed to conspire in his favor, orchestrating a series of fortunate events that defied logic and reason. Every endeavor he embarked upon, every decision he made, the world would bend and shape itself to ensure his success.
As a child, Li Chen found himself in an idyllic scene by a barren riverside. Lulled into slumber, he awakened to find a pot filled with the planet's unique resource, goldy, floating towards him. The river's currents had carried this precious bounty to his very feet, as if offering him a glimpse of the wealth that lay within his grasp.
Even at a tender age, Li Chen discovered the depths of his extraordinary fortune. A simple act of consuming a fruit he purchased from a nondescript shop unlocked all of his innate abilities, surpassing the arduous efforts of his fellow Fa Race members. While they toiled and struggled, Li Chen effortlessly surpassed them, his path paved with the golden footsteps of chance.
However, with each stroke of luck, Li Chen remained blissfully unaware of the true extent of his blessings. He never questioned the source of his extraordinary fortune nor sought to understand its implications. To him, life was a series of serendipitous events, and his role was simply to revel in the good fortune that seemed to follow him relentlessly.
As Li Chen grew older, tragedy befell his nearly extinct Fa Race. One by one, his brethren perished, leaving him as the sole survivor. Unbeknownst to him, an ancient process known as the Race Annihilic Rebirth began, triggered by his solitary existence. Against all odds, the ritual succeeded, granting Li Chen a renewed lease on life and awakening a newfound intellect within him.
Empowered by this unexpected surge of intelligence, Li Chen resolved to pursue the path of cultivation. He yearned to become a formidable force, using his extraordinary luck as a stepping stone to unlock the deepest recesses of his potential. With meticulous planning and unwavering determination, he set his sights on the realm of cultivators, ready to embrace the challenges and rewards that lay ahead.
But fate, with its twisted sense of irony, had other plans in store. Just as Li Chen embarked on his path of cultivation, an unprecedented wave of misfortune washed over him. The universe, which had always been his ally, inexplicably turned against him. On an ill-fated day, a sudden and untimely heart attack claimed his life, extinguishing the flame of his remarkable luck.
And he died...
Waking up from a life that felt like a dream, Rodha's head hurt as memories of Li Chen flashed through his mind. Though it had been a 13-year-old experience, it all seemed to pass in mere minutes for him. It felt more like watching a movie than reliving memories. Shaking his head, he completed his assessment of his ability, and his already bad mood worsened.
This ability was undoubtedly unique. It granted him the power to peer into the lives of the deceased, the so-called Heaven's children. It delved into hidden concepts of the world like death, dreams, memories, and luck. But in the end,
BUT IN THE END,
compared to even epic abilities that he knew, even some extraordinary abilities, Rodha could only describe it with one word: LACKLUSTER.
The ability to see the secrets of dead mortals seemed somewhat extraordinary, but it fell short of reaching the grandeur of legendary powers.
If this ability could extend to higher-ranked souls, it might have some value at the ordinary level and potentially improve its value at the extraordinary level. However, as it stood, even then it was just a somewhat extraordinary ability. In the grand scheme of things, it felt insignificant and lacking in impact. It couldn't hold a candle to the awe-inspiring nature of legendary abilities.
Rodha's disappointment lingered, but he knew that dwelling on what could have been wouldn't change his reality. He needed to make the most of the ability he had been given, no matter how lackluster it seemed. Perhaps there were hidden depths within it that he had yet to discover, or ways to utilize it in ways others might not considered.
With renewed determination, Rodha made a solemn vow to himself. He would not let the limitations of his ability define his path. He would strive to uncover its true potential, push its boundaries, and find a way to make it extraordinary in its own right. In a world of extraordinary and legendary powers, he would carve his own path and prove that even an ordinary ability could achieve greatness,
No matter what may come his way, he will calmly move forward, towards his one goal, Being the one in control. the ONLY one.
And as he was thinking, His golden fate linked ball, or his eyeball in the colour of gold shined for a bit before dimming back when he closed his eyelids,
Yet, when he opened his eyes again, He was inside a cave, it's terrace dripping something that seemed like water.....