Soul Sorcery: I Can Copy Souls

[Welcome to the Conquest of Champions.] Those were the words that shattered Nathan’s ordinary life. In a world where only those who survived the Soul Trials could wield true power, the Conquest of Champions stood as both a gateway and a grave. Many entered. Few returned. Nathan was never meant to be one of them. Just a teenager trying to get by with his mother and younger brother, his life had been quiet, if not perfect. Until the day he found the pyramid. Buried deep within the desert, the ancient structure should not have existed. It did not belong to that age, and yet it stood forlornly in the middle of the desert, as if it was meant to be seen and discovered only by him. The moment Nathan stepped inside, something awakened. His trial began, forcing him into a hellish world where he desperately struggled to survive, inexperienced and unprepared. In the end, he managed to survive, barely clinging to life by the time it was all over. But… When his trial came to an end, Nathan did not receive an appraisal. He became the first of his kind—an anomaly caught between life and oblivion. His soul remained dormant, shapeless, and fractured. No affinity. No ability. Only a core of scattered shards floating in a dark, hellish inner realm. But who's to say that broken things can't be rebuilt? And who said they have to retain their original shape and form?