Novel & Cerita Soul Recycling

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"

Noel, who had never met James, asked, “Mom, is Dad inside the copper coffin?” Thea nodded lightly but then shook her head. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m not sure. Your father has already integrated his soul into his flesh and bones. Theoretically, if even one of his bones remains undestroyed, he can resurrect over time. “During the battle in the Cloud Universe thirty thousand years ago, Soren forcibly brought me back to the Primordial Realm. Thus, I’m unsure of the battle’s result and whether his bones were completely destroyed or not.”

If, after hearing it, the user regrets the decision, then the user can change the Origin Path for one of the other Paths in exchange for not obtaining the originally offered rewards for those Paths and have all the information about the Origin Path wiped out from the user's memory. Golden paid attention to the system because he didn't expect such a notification. He also wanted to listen to more information about the Origin Path, so he paid attention to the system words. [The first information that the user needs to know it that the Origin Path is an Ancestral Path legacy found by the user's past life and also the reason for his death.] Golden was without words after hearing that. It wasn't o

"And you are not in a simulation. You are in a Consensus. The Earth did die, Leo. Centuries ago. There is no New York. There is no London. There is only the Vance-Thorne Ark, a satellite the size of a moon, carrying the consciousness of eight billion 'Unwanted' souls. We run these 'Regret Cycles' to keep the human spark from flatlining in the silence of space." The Conflict of the Soul Meilin stood in front of Elian, who was frozen like a statue, his data-stream stalled. "So my life... my pain... it was just a battery?" she asked, her voice trembling with a rage that finally broke the Curator’s calm. "You made me lose my son, you made me hate the man I loved, just to keep your 'Ark' running?

As long as it remained active, the people of Sector 4 would never truly wake up. ​"We have to 'Phase-Shift' the vault," Elias sent through the mind-link, his thoughts jagged and distorted by the interference. "If we can flood the cooling-system with the Genesis-Vein’s energy, we can 'Recycle' the data back into the soil. We can turn their memories into the seeds of a new forest."

“You mean…” “Yes Dina, we erase their soul and in terms cancel out the normal cycle of reincarnation that every person has. After all, everything comes with a price. You don’t expect us to freely help them, do you? That would be cheating on the other deads who just didn’t have a strong enough regret.

First Quarter Chapter Sixty-Seven: Second Day Living Souls. During the two hours of non-stop teaching her about her healing ability, the noisiest one of them kept on babbling on and on and naturally spilled what Living Souls are. They were not plants. All along, she thought she could talk to the plants themselves, but turned out, that they were the souls of a plant that lived for hundreds of years that they gained consciousness. As they were already souls, they could move from one ‘unconscious’ plant to another, taking over their ‘bodies’ for a while. It seems convenient, but they can’t stay away from their original area for too long unless they want their real body to wilt. Mallory tried as

- she nods then slowly shakes her head. "I am your subconscious" - she says it so naturally like she just explains something so trivial. Yeah, as I said, if it's the afterlife, not just the design would be fucked up...

Taking their essence to store as my own. If I come back my gifts will be whitened in tenfold next life cycle because I have been clever in the way I collect souls this lifecycle. Searching for children with differing gifts, ensuring I have something from all of the groups of abilities. Knowing that if I am so unlucky to be reborn again, that I’ll come back with the ability to put a stop to this eternal life for good. That’s my hopes anyway. So I drink down the cocoa, letting the warm chocolate milk sooth Damian’s throat.

"I wouldn't say that for sure." "Why? Is there actually a way to increase necro?" "There is, in fact I'm working on that right now." "How?" "It isn't easy, it requires a painstaking and long process of strengthening your soul. it is called soul cultivation." He raised his pointing finger, "Soul cultivation is a process of strengthening your soul in order to utilize the necro inside you better, strengthening your soul will help you control your necros, which will help you become stronger." "Why is that?"