The wheel spun wildly through a kaleidoscope of different rewards, the colors blurring in a mesmerizing swirl that built tension with each passing second.

It gradually slowed, the anticipation hanging thick in the air, until it finally came to a complete stop on one glowing segment.

[Congratulations! You have received the D rank reward, Sharp sword!]

"Draw," Aaron commanded again, his voice steady and filled with eager determination, his eyes locked on the interface as it reset with a soft hum.

[Congratulations! You have received the F rank reward, F rank water toad.]

"Just draw as many as I can," Aaron instructed, leaning back slightly with a casual flick of his hand, ready to push his luck to its limits in this endless cycle of chance.

[Congratulations! You have received nothing X20.]

[You have received a S rank skill, flame canon!]

[You have received a D rank skill... X3.]

[Congratulations! You have received a Primordial rank talent, Earth manipulation!]

"Yeah!" Aaron exclaimed, pumping his fist in a triumphant bump that echoed his inner thrill.

He felt a rush of exhilaration surge through him, his luck proving itself once more in the most spectacular way.

"Like I said, either way I'm a very lucky man," Aaron said with a broad smile, the satisfaction warming his features like sunlight breaking through clouds.

He leaned forward, feeling deeply pleased with himself, a quiet confidence radiating from his relaxed posture.

Aaron scanned through the information of his new talent, his eyes moving methodically across the glowing text that hovered before him.

A faint smile lingered on his face, appreciation building as he delved into the depths of this ancient power, its potential unfolding like layers of buried treasure.

[Primordial Talent Acquired: Primordial Terra]

You have awakened the ancient bedrock upon which existence once balanced—the absolute, unyielding substance that predated worlds, matter, and physical law.

Before stars ignited with their fiery births, before gravity dared to whisper its first commanding pull, Primordial Terra lay sleeping in the infinite void as the universe's original anchor.

Its mass was so profoundly absolute that even the faintest spark of possibility could not stir or shift without its silent consent, a silent guardian of stability in the chaos of creation.

Where lesser forms of earth might bend under pressure, crumble from erosion, or yield to external forces, Primordial Terra stands as the ultimate law by which all solidity is eternally judged.

It embodies an unbreakable decree, an authority that transcends simple elemental control, rooting itself firmly in the very essence of structure, endurance, and unassailable might.

Your authority is not over mere soil or scattered stones—it is over foundation itself, the fundamental principle that permits reality to stand firm against the tides of oblivion.

[Seismic Sovereignty]

Your command pierces through defenses that rely on clever evasion, elusive intangibility, or rapid reconfiguration of structure.

It renders such tactics futile, a relentless force that dismantles illusions of safety with unerring precision, forcing even the most adaptive barriers to bow under the weight of true authority.

Walls forged by the hands of gods in their divine forges, armors hardened through ancient enchantments that pulse with mystical energy, and phantasmal fortresses that mimic unbreakable solidity—all yield without question to a pressure you alone define.

The air around such constructs seems to thicken, cracks forming like veins in marble as they succumb to your will.

When you decree it, structure itself submits in absolute obedience: hidden seams that were once invisible reveal themselves like fractures in glass, manufactured toughness that boasted invincibility collapses into nothing more than ordinary, fragile matter, and the deceptive lie of false solidity is stripped away, exposed for the illusion it always was.

Nothing that dares to claim it can "stand" against the odds can remain upright when the original, primordial law of standing is revoked by your command. It brings a finality that echoes through the void, a revocation of existence's most basic rights, enforced with the cold certainty of geological inevitability.

[Absolute Bedrock]

Forge or summon forth material born of first-order solidity. Bedrock that defies erosion from relentless winds, melting from infernal heats, or dissolution in the unforgiving vacuum of space, untouched even by divine edicts or the relentless march of temporal resets. This substance gleams with an otherworldly sheen, its surface unmarred and eternal.

This bedrock endures through cataclysmic universe resets and intricate causal rewrites that unravel the threads of fate; wherever you plant it with deliberate intent, a permanent foundation takes root once more, anchoring chaos into order with unyielding grip.

It is not a mere symbol of permanence, cloaked in metaphor or illusion: it is raw, physical permanence that stands resolute against every force, whether known to mortals or conceived in the abstract realms of thought, refusing to yield its cohesion to any assault.

[Stonebrand Anchor]

Implant an infinitesimal shard of Primordial Terra deep into a target's existential substrate, a subtle intrusion that embeds itself like a thorn in the soul.

This anchor fuses seamlessly beneath layers of memory and fate, eternally tracking and binding the target to the structural lattice you command with ironclad control.

Distance across vast cosmic expanses, the finality of death's embrace, cycles of reincarnation that rebirth the spirit anew, or exile into twisted spatial voids. None can sever the unbreaking bond, which clings with the tenacity of roots delving into ancient soil.

When detonated at your whim, the anchor unleashes a devastating compression on the target's structural continuity, crushing the soul's delicate framework, shattering memory-patterns intricately tied to bodily form, and pulverizing the karmic architecture into a heap of irrecoverable rubble, scattered like dust in the wind.

[Terra Mending]

Restore shattered bodies and crumbling structures by weaving in replacements of flawless Terra continuity, knitting bone back to its prime, unyielding density, rebuilding organs as seamlessly integrated structural tissue that pulses with renewed vitality, and rejoining fractured artifacts along their original, load-bearing lines with precision that defies scars.

This repair remains strictly physical and structural in nature: you do not twist purpose to new ends or infuse elemental effects that spark with otherworldly power. It focuses purely on form, rebuilding with the cold efficiency of geological reformation.

The healed emerge physically reforged, their frames now woven through with threads of first-order solidity that lend an subtle, enduring resilience, forever bearing the faint trace of your shaping embedded in their molecular weave like an invisible signature.

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