Soul Eater Oc

After dying in a fission blast that decimated an entire state, Maxmillan's soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year old in a new world where Astra Mystralis — an energy that causes endless magical manifestations, could be harnessed and manipulated to invoke countless amazing magical effects. But unfortunately for Maxmillan, he couldn't sense or perceive Astra Mystralis, talk more of control or manipulate it and was therefore labeled a 'Reject' which prevented him from interacting with anyone in the society, since they avoided him like a deadly contagious plague that killed immediately it was contracted. So, with such a label accompanying Maxmillan everywhere, how would he survive? How would he fare against the oppressive, abusive and wicked intimidatory acts done to him by the proud and lofty casters of Astra Mystralis? Would he be able to thrive and function in a world where everyone, including five to six-year olds could control Astral Mystralis and bring about myriad fascinating magical effects? To know more, follow Maxmillan in his unfathomably-arduous journey as he tries to survive, thrive and defeat every nigh-insurmountable odd that would appear in his path using the Supreme Battle-Technology System; a dimension-warping, living technological consciousness that possesses near-infinite, super-advanced technologies and would rewardingly empower him with futuristic items like: Multiple-Barrel Laser Burst Emission Gun, Strength-Amplifying Exo-Mechanical Arms, Wide-Area Plasmic and Electric Arc Grenades, Outer-Space Fast-Flight Heavy Armor, Turbo-Thruster Propelled Super-Speed Ultracycle and many others, for as long as he can complete suddenly prompted tasks, quests and missions before their stipulated deadlines. So, with unending technological empowerments, biological augmentations, and advanced cybernetical fortifications obtained from the Supreme Battle-Technology System, watch how a war-seasoned Maxmillan will fight his way through teeming large numbers of Astra Mystralis users and gradually ascend to a great height of fame, honor and glory!

In the Azure Sky Continent, true power lies not in personal cultivation, but in the spirit beasts one commands. A tamer without beasts is worthless—mocked, forgotten, and powerless. Jiang Chen, a wandering Foundation Establishment cultivator with zero contracted beasts, is branded the ultimate trash. No one suspects the impossible truth: he is the reincarnation of the Primordial Beast Sovereign, the legendary emperor who once ruled the continent with ten Celestial Divine Beasts at his side. Betrayed and slain a thousand years ago by the jealous Shadow Alliance, his soul has returned—awakened by the mysterious Primordial Beast Sanctuary System. All Jiang Chen desires is a quiet, low-profile life. The system, however, has grander plans: establish a sect, recruit disciples, contract legendary beasts, and reclaim the throne he lost. Reluctantly, he founds the tiny Heavenly Beast Peak Sect in the remote Misty Jade Mountains, accepting only the “talentless trash” discarded by greater powers. Yet miracles follow his every step. The blacksmith’s son awakens a Thunder Wing Eagle. The herbalist’s daughter bonds with a healing Jade Leaf Deer. A disgraced noble commands a primordial Blazing Mane Lion. A merchant’s daughter freezes battlefields with her Frost Wing Butterfly. His enigmatic senior disciple, the breathtaking Qing Yao, hides an even greater secret—she is his loyal Azure Dragon from his past life, now in human form and fiercely determined to stand as his wife. As the unknown sect rises impossibly fast, dominating tournaments and revolutionizing beast taming with forbidden techniques—beasts powering automated forges, farms, and defenses—Jiang Chen’s peaceful dreams shatter. Old enemies awaken. The Shadow Alliance hunts once more. And the continent itself begins to tremble. The forgotten sovereign has returned—and this time, he will not fall alone.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.