Formshift (Primary Ability)

The Black Sphere could transform into any weapon the host imagined, flawlessly replicating its form, power, and abilities if its level matched or surpassed the original, with near-instant shifts at higher synchronization that warped the void's fabric. For stronger weapons, it replicated at 60–80% efficiency, enabling real-time morphing and hybrid combinations—swords blazing with cosmic fire, axes unleashing torrents of void energy—each shift a testament to the Sphere's limitless adaptability, the cosmos quaking as it reshaped reality.

Adaptive Resonance

The Sphere learned from every battle, absorbing essence data, structural patterns, and energy flows from encountered weapons. It adapted to the host's combat style, merging concepts into hybrid forms—a blade that fired searing energy, a spear channeling tempestuous storms—continuously refining its design with each clash. Its growing arsenal pulsed with intelligence, the void humming with the resonance of its evolving power, a force that echoed the cosmos's own heartbeat.

Ego Consciousness

A sentient mind dwelled within the Sphere, communicating through thought and emotion, its voice a low, resonant hum carrying the weight of forgotten eons. It could act independently to protect the host, suppressing pain, amplifying focus, or overriding fear, but its cooperation hinged on their willpower and integrity. As synchronization deepened, its presence grew stronger, yet rebellion loomed if the host's resolve faltered, its loyalty as volatile as the void it birthed itself from, a constant challenge to their strength.

Memory Devour

The Sphere consumed defeated weapons or entities, absorbing their essence, abilities, and craftsmanship into its internal Codex, a repository that pulsed with each acquisition. Every devoured memory expanded its library, enabling future replication or fusion of abilities. Rare or divine essences could trigger Form Evolution, unveiling fragments of the Sphere's ancient origin, its power swelling beyond mere replication. The void shuddered with each consumption, as if the Sphere's hunger mirrored the cosmos's own destruction.

Abyssal Evolution (Passive)

The Sphere evolved through synchronization thresholds—20%, 50%, 80%, and 100%—each unlocking deeper transformation and awareness:

- Tier I – Dormant Core: Enabled basic transformations up to sovereign-rank replicas, a foundation for conquest.

- Tier II – Resonant Ego: Gained a voice and adaptive intelligence, whispering strategies in battle's heat.

- Tier III – Soulbound Entity: Linked directly with the host's soul for instant, seamless transformation.

- Tier IV – Abyssal Forge: Created original weapons beyond replication, forging tools of pure destruction.

- Tier V – True Void Genesis: Merged with the host to form living armor, wings, or autonomous constructs, transforming them into a walking apocalypse, the void itself bending to their presence.

Aaron stared at his reward, the first one to lack any visible rank, his crimson eyes narrowing with raw, unfiltered curiosity that burned like twin embers in the void. The Black Sphere hovered in his palm—a perfect orb of absolute darkness, its surface so flawlessly polished it seemed to *devour* light itself, reflecting nothing, absorbing everything in a silent, insatiable hunger. A faint, almost imperceptible hum pulsed from within, like the distant heartbeat of a dead star, stirring an unfamiliar thrill deep in his chest, a sensation that crawled under his skin and made his blood sing with anticipation. It wasn't just an object. It was *alive*, ancient, and waiting, its presence a quiet challenge that dared him to unlock its secrets.

"So how do I use this thing?" Aaron asked, as he continued to study the black sphere, turning it slowly between his fingers, the cool weight pressing against his skin like a promise of power untold. As if reacting to Aaron's words, the black sphere flew from his hand with blinding, vicious speed, smacking Aaron right on his nose with a sharp, bone-shattering *crack* that echoed through the empty expanse. Pain exploded across his face—hot, immediate, and utterly alien, a searing fire that radiated outward in waves, blood spurting warm and thick down his chin in crimson rivulets.

"Ouch. What was that for?" Aaron yelled, massaging his broken nose, his voice booming with shock and fury, the pain sharp and unrelenting, a foreign sting to someone who hadn't bled in eons.

[Perhaps you should try to be respectful to it. He's heavy on respect,] the system advised, its tone dry but laced with amusement.

"Thanks for the advice," Aaron rolled his eyes, his nose still bleeding, crimson drops trailing down his face in sticky streams.

"Why I'm I still bleeding? And how could it even break my nose?" Aaron asked again, beginning to find the whole thing odd, the persistent throb a nagging reminder of vulnerability.

[Don't underestimate the black sphere. Even I I'm surprised you got a weapon from the nameless series. The ultimate weapon. Honestly host you are one lucky man.]

"The nameless series?" Aaron asked, a curious look on his face, intrigue sharpening his gaze.

[That's all you need to know to stay out of trouble. You know more than that and you will end up dead,] the system warned seriously, his monochronic tone sounding just as grave, hanging heavy in the void.

"What do you mean die. I'm an immortal," Aaron said confidently, his eyes filled with pride, chest puffing out in defiance.

[Don't be so naïve host. I thought your still bleeding nose will let you know they are more to things than you realise.]

"What are you not telling me?"

[Sometimes ignorance is bliss. This is one of those time.]

Aaron dropped his pressing, realising his system wasn't going to share the information with him, the wall of silence impenetrable. Rather, his attention went back to the black sphere, which had a bit of his blood on it, the crimson droplet clinging stubbornly to its polished surface.

His blood on the black sphere was absorbed into the polished surface of the sphere, after which a connection was formed between Aaron and the black sphere, a pulse rippling through the air like a silent vow.

Aaron could feel the intelligence of the black sphere, but unlike the system, he couldn't communicate with the black sphere. A cause of which he believed was because of his low synchronization level, the bond raw and wordless, a cold brush against his mind.

The black sphere returned to Aaron's side after the connection was formed, feeling closer to Aaron than before forming the bond, its aura warmer, almost familiar.

"Let's see. The first ability is morphing into any weapon I imagine," Aaron muttered, tapping his temples with his index finger as he fell into some thoughts, his mind racing with possibilities.

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