Self-Soul-Corruption

And then—boom. It began.

The air bent. Reality folded in on itself like the universe was flexing just for Parker. Threads of Omni Energy surged out of the void, raw and alive, snapping through the space like lightning that couldn't decide if it wanted to kiss you or kill you.

But here's the twist—this wasn't just energy. This was power that answered to him. Flowing into him like it belonged there. Like the whole damn universe was saying, "You're the boss, dude."

The connection snapped tight—his soul latched onto his body outside the Nexus realm like magnets supercharged with fate itself.

His essence wasn't just merging—it was consuming, devouring every ounce of Omni Energy like he was born for this. His body outside? Yeah, that thing started rebuilding—again. Bones cracked, muscles layered, skin pulled tighter—an upgrade on top of an upgrade. Like the universe was saying, "Oh, you thought you were done? Cute."