Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Reincarnated with a lucky draw system Chapter 120: BUILDING AN EMPIRE IREINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC120: BUILDING AN EMPIRE I
Chapter 120: BUILDING AN EMPIRE I
Aaron fixed his gaze on Endrick. The system's instructions still lingered in his mind, and with deliberate focus, he willed the curse of eternal doom into existence, directing it toward Endrick.
The reaction was instant.
"AAARGHHHH!" Endrick's scream tore through the chamber, raw and guttural, as if his very soul was being clawed at. His body convulsed violently, muscles bulging and spasming out of control as a blazing mark seared itself onto his flesh.
A blood-red moon appeared on his right arm, grotesque and unearthly, its surface streaked with what looked like rivulets of blood flowing downward like eternal tears. The mark glowed with a sinister pulse, each beat sending waves of unbearable agony through his body.
Aaron's lips curved into a dark smile. "Luck drain."
He activated his talent, and at once the threads of fortune clinging to Endrick were stripped away, leaving only emptiness. The system confirmed what Aaron already knew—Endrick's luck had been devoured, his fate condemned to the abyss. Immortal, yes, but bound to eternal suffering.
"W-Why?! What did you do to me?!" Endrick howled, clutching at his arm as his entire body shook. He could feel it—his blood boiling as though acid flowed through his veins, evaporating into steam only to reform again. His skin bubbled, melted, and sloughed off in dripping sheets, before instantly regenerating, forcing him to endure the same horrific dissolution again and again.
His cries reverberated through the cavern, twisted with madness. "Why am I in so much pain?!"
Leo, still catching his breath after the brutal fight, turned toward Aaron with wide eyes. "What... what did you do to him?" His voice carried both fear and disbelief.
Aaron's response was almost casual, as if this display of horror were nothing more than a minor experiment. "Let's just say we now have an unlucky immortal, doomed to suffer for eternity. Come on, Leo—let's go."
With that, he summoned a rift and stepped through it, Leo hesitating only briefly before following.
Endrick's voice echoed after them. "Wait for me! What did you do to me?!" His broken form staggered forward, desperation fueling his movements as he lunged toward the collapsing gateway. But the curse had already poisoned his fate. The unstable rift twisted violently, rejecting him, and flung his body into the chaotic void.
And there, his torment only deepened.
In the void, chaotic energy converged on him from every direction, tearing apart not just his body, but his mind and soul as well. His form disintegrated into nothing, shredded into dust finer than atoms, before immortality dragged him back together—only to have the cycle repeat instantly. His psyche cracked, shattered, and reformed, over and over, with no reprieve. Every scream was swallowed by the endless void, echoing into silence, until his voice itself became hollow. Rest was denied him. Death refused him. Endrick was now nothing more than a vessel of ceaseless torment.
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On the other side of the rift, Aaron and Leo stepped into the sanctuary.
The change was immediate. Unlike the quiet, hollow sanctuary Aaron once shared with Flameborn, this place was now alive—bursting with sound, movement, and presence. Thousands of refugees filled its expanse, their voices weaving into a low, restless murmur. The air carried both hope and fear, a fragile balance hanging on Aaron's will.
The sanctuary itself glowed faintly with divine energy, its walls marked by runes of stability Aaron had personally inscribed. Towers of pale stone rose at the edges of the great hall, light shimmering across their surfaces, while wide platforms and open chambers had been shaped to accommodate the swelling population. This was no longer just a hidden refuge. It was becoming the foundation of something far greater—an empire.
Isobel approached, her posture firm and dutiful, her expression one of complete loyalty. She bowed slightly. "Brother."
Aaron nodded, his tone crisp. "Gather the humans who remain unturned. They will be the first. Once they are ready, I'll move on to the next phase of my plan."
At his command, the crowd shifted. Soon, those untouched by his power stood apart, their eyes filled with equal parts fear and anticipation.
Rhea, Draken, and the rest of the refugees gathered as well, each maintaining a tense silence.
Aaron stepped forward, raising his voice so all could hear. "I have been away from Blue Star for more than a year," he said, his words steady, resounding across the chamber. "During that time, I was cut off from its struggles, unaware of its decline. But seeing it now—reduced to ruin, its people scattered and broken—it enrages me. It sickens me. I will not stand by while you remain weak, at the mercy of your enemies. That is why I will offer you strength. Strength enough to fight back. Strength enough to protect the lost."
The crowd murmured, hope sparking in their eyes.
Aaron raised his hand, gesturing to a man in the front row. "Step forward."
The man obeyed nervously. Aaron studied his status. "You are an unawakened, yes? And everyone here knows it?"
The man nodded quickly. "Y-Yes. They know."
Aaron softened his tone just slightly. "Don't be afraid. This is not punishment. I am offering you a chance to rise. Tell me—are you willing to accept it?"
The man's eyes darted around, then fixed on Aaron with determination. "Yes! If it means I will never be weak again—I accept!"
Aaron's lips curved faintly. "Very well."
He turned the man before everyone's eyes. The transformation was swift, breathtaking. The man's posture straightened, his muscles hardened, his presence grew heavier, more commanding. Gasps rippled through the crowd as they witnessed what was once an ordinary refugee ascend into something stronger, faster, and unmistakably more powerful.
Aaron let the silence stretch before speaking. "This is what I offer you. A new path. A new life. Power, if you are willing to accept it." His gaze swept over them all, his tone edged with steel. "I will not force it upon you. Those days are gone. This world is not peaceful—it is an apocalypse where only strength guarantees survival. You know this. Choose for yourselves."
The silence that followed was short-lived. One after another, voices rang out in agreement. "Yes!" "I'll take it!" "Give me that power!" Desperation outweighed hesitation; fear of weakness outweighed doubt.
But one voice stood apart.
Draken.
"I'm sorry to break the moment," he said calmly, stepping forward, his gaze sharp. "But I refuse. I have lived too long to believe anything in this world comes free. You offer us power, yes—but what do you truly take in return? What price must we pay?"
Aaron regarded him evenly. "Only your loyalty. Only your devotion."
Draken shook his head. "No. That alone, I cannot trust. We may not be enemies, Aaron—but I cannot believe your claim is that simple. Forgive me, but I will not accept."
Aaron exhaled slowly, then nodded. "Very well. I will not force you. But understand this—this dimension is mine. I will share it only with those I can trust. If you cannot accept my bond, then you must leave."
A rift shimmered into being behind Draken.
"That will return you to the underground city you came from. Endrick and his chimeras are gone—you will be safe."
Draken inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you. And forgive me for my refusal." Without another word, he stepped through the rift and vanished.
Aaron turned his gaze back to the crowd. "Anyone else?"
No one moved. Not a single soul dared follow Draken.
Aaron's voice was final. "Good." With a motion of his hand, the rift closed.
And then, one by one, he turned the rest. Each rose anew, stronger, bound to him, their old weakness burned away. When it was done, Aaron led Leo and his closest companions back to the castle. The time for hesitation was over. The foundation had been laid. Now came the second phase—assigning roles, dividing authority, and shaping his sanctuary into the beating heart of an empire.
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Chapter 121: BUILDING AN EMPIRE II
Aaron conjured a vast conference room within his sanctuary, the walls shimmering faintly with a silver hue that pulsed like a living heartbeat. At the center, a round obsidian table stretched wide, its surface reflecting the dim glow of ethereal lamps suspended in midair. Seated around it were his closest allies—his inner circle—each bearing a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. At the head of the table sat Aaron, composed and commanding, his presence alone enough to settle the restless energy in the room.
"Alright," Aaron began, his voice cutting through the silence with calm authority. "Let's move into the next phase of our plan—the foundation of the strongest clan and, in time, the mightiest empire."
Before his words could settle, Alice leaned forward, her brows knitted tightly. "First of all, why did you let Draken go? I don't buy that little act about asking if they wanted to be turned or not." Her tone was sharp, reflecting the unease gnawing at the group.
Aaron's lips curved into a cynical smile. "It was all a show. A way to lower his guard and make him believe that his true identity remains hidden."
Leo frowned, tilting his head slightly. "I'm not following."
Aaron's gaze sharpened. "Draken is no heir. He's a demon—the one pulling the strings in the shadows."
The declaration dropped like a thunderclap.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Alice blurted out, her face paling. "How could you even know that?"
Her voice wavered. She had spent time with Draken in countless discussions and events. As the supposed heir to the Blaze Clan, he was familiar—too familiar—for Aaron's revelation to make sense. The thought clawed at her: What happened to the real Draken?
Aaron leaned back, his eyes carrying a dangerous glint. "I once captured an Abyssal Demigod and wrung the truth from him. He revealed that the demon who ordered my death went by the name Draken. When I saw Draken again, bearing the same name as the demon, I grew suspicious of his identity. So I lured him into the sanctuary—where my omnipotent authority reigns absolute—and confirmed the truth myself."
The table went still. His calm explanation, laid out with methodical precision, unsettled them even more than the revelation itself.
[You really are good at lying, aren't you?] The system's dry voice echoed in Aaron's mind, all too familiar with his shameless tendencies.
"Don't say that," Aaron replied inwardly, keeping his face unreadable. "I'm merely bending the truth."
[Truly, you cannot shame the shameless.]
The reality was far simpler than he allowed anyone to believe. He had stumbled upon the truth while casually checking Draken's status—something he had failed to notice during the examination, when his own strength had been insufficient to pierce through hidden information.
Draken's true ability was monstrous. He wielded the fraudulent power of Doppelganger—a skill that allowed him to devour another being and take not only their appearance, but also their memories and abilities. With such a gift, he could blend seamlessly into any life he chose, wearing stolen identities like masks.
"Then what about the real Draken?" Leo finally asked, his voice edged with dread.
"Dead," Aaron answered flatly. "Devoured and erased."
A heavy silence settled in.
Isobel spoke next, her tone sharp. "If he's the demon behind it, why didn't you just kill him inside the sanctuary?" She knew her brother well; he would never waste an opportunity without reason.
Aaron's smirk returned. "Because I want him to lead me to his accomplices. As far as I'm concerned, Draken is already dead. I stuffed him with my blood essence when he was here. At any moment, I can snuff out his life like a candle."
"Smart," Michael muttered approvingly, leaning back in his seat. "That's one enemy marked for the grave—and more yet to come."
Aaron's fingers tapped once against the obsidian table. "Indeed. But now, to the true reason we've gathered—the creation of an empire. What do we need to begin?"
Alice, ever straightforward, raised her hand slightly. "First of all, a name. What do we call ourselves?"
"Athanys," Isobel suggested after a pause, her tone thoughtful.
Aaron's smile deepened. "Athanys... the Land of Immortals."
"Yes," Isobel said firmly. "It speaks of mystery and power. It hints at what we truly are—that which cannot die."
Michael's eyes narrowed. "Then what about the emperor's title? What should you be called?"
"Dracula once bore the name 'Lord of the Eternal Night,'" Isobel mused, analyzing carefully. "Catchy, but arrogant."
"Death Sovereign?" Leo offered.
Aaron shook his head. "No. Doesn't suit me."
"Crimson Monarch?" another voice suggested.
"No. Not catchy enough," Aaron dismissed, waving his hand.
"Eternal Monarch? Lord of Eternity? At this rate you should just pick one," Isobel said, her patience fraying.
Aaron chuckled, his tone deliberately smug. "Why pick one? I'll take them all—Sovereign of Eternity, Deathless Sovereign, Eclipse Monarch... whatever name they whisper, they all point to me."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Fine. Then let's move on before you crown yourself with every title under the sun."
Aaron straightened, his tone regaining its edge. "Territory allocation. Michael, you will be Arch Duke. Isobel—commander of the armies and Arch Duke as well. Leo, my personal adviser. Derrick and Bailey shall hold the title of Count. Blade will rise as Duke. More positions will be filled as we grow. For now, Leo, spread word to the people: they can earn nobility within my empire. All they need is merit."
"Wait," Isobel interjected, her eyes flicking toward Alice. "What about her?"
Aaron didn't hesitate. "She doesn't need a title. She is my wife—and the Empress." His voice brooked no argument.
Alice blinked, startled. "I am?"
Aaron met her eyes, unwavering. "Yes. Do you not wish to stand as my Empress?"
Her cheeks flushed, her voice trembling. "I... I do."
Her acceptance stirred mixed feelings around the table. Most wore neutral expressions, but Leo couldn't stop himself from muttering under his breath, "Life's too easy when you're handsome. Didn't even have to think before she said yes."
Aaron ignored him. The meeting pressed on, delving into the backbone of their empire.
The highest rank was, naturally, Aaron himself as Emperor, with Alice as Empress directly beneath him. Leo, his adviser, stood apart—bound only to Aaron and Alice, free from the authority of all others. Beneath them were three Arch Dukes, each presiding over two Dukes. Every Duke commanded two Marquis, each Marquis oversaw two Counts, and each Count ruled three Viscounts. Under the Viscounts were Barons, each managing three beneath them.
The hierarchy stretched downward like a carefully woven net, designed to sustain and expand endlessly.
Barons could muster up to five Hybrid Knights; Viscounts ten; Counts twenty; Marquis fifty; Dukes a hundred; and Arch Dukes a thousand. These Hybrid Knights were the personal blades of each noble house, their strength swelling the armies as the empire grew.
With the ranks decided, Aaron distributed territories among his chosen nobles, leaving portions of land vacant—waiting for future pillars of Athanys to rise and claim them.
And thus, the skeletal frame of a new empire took its first breath.
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Chapter 122: DRAKEN'S ACCOMPLICE
Draken returned to the underground city and found the dissembled parts of chimeras and monsters scattered everywhere. Limbs and broken armor lay like trash. The place stank of blood and burnt flesh. Endrick's body wasn't there.
"Just how strong is he?" Draken muttered, a frown carving his face as his body slowly metamorphosed.
He peeled off the borrowed face and shifted back to his original shape — a being without a face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth — just a blank slab where a face should be. His skin was purple; air seemed to pulse into him through the pores.
"Man, you really look ugly. No wonder you can't do without taking people's forms," a young voice said, and a smile tugged at Draken's lips.
"Nathan. What are you doing here? We can't be seen together," Draken said coldly, changing his appearance again into the face of one of the many humans he'd devoured.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to find you myself. You messed up the plan. I can't find Leo's dead body anywhere. And since you're not using his face I assume you didn't devour him either," Nathan said, scanning the wreckage.
"A variable appeared. As you can see, all the chimeras are dead. Killing Leo will be a lot harder than usual. Plus, there's no need for Leo anymore," Draken said, already moving toward the tunnel.
"What are you talking about?" Nathan followed behind him.
"Aaron. I found him."
"You did? And he's not with you because—?"
"I can't risk my identity. He's awakened his bloodline. You told me he wouldn't awaken anytime soon."
"You got scared just because he awakened his bloodline? Are you really a god or a wimp?" Nathan asked, half-laughing.
"Shut up already. How annoying can you be? God or not, there's no way I can take care of thousands of vampires. Especially in a pocket universe I know nothing of. I don't take risks," Draken snapped, annoyed by Nathan's antics.
"I see. Then at least tell me he didn't suspect you. Like me, he has an inferior way of peeling at other people's secrets," Nathan said, curious.
"Do you think you could've known who I was if I didn't tell you? Talk more of him," Draken replied, eyes narrowing.
"Fair point. Then let's go. My father is waiting for you. We can begin the next phase now," Nathan said, picking up his pace to stay ahead.
"We'll have to speed up the process. With him awakening his bloodline and creating vampire armies, we can't afford to be laid back."
"Come on. What's with you and being scared of vampires? Are you really a demon or a scared cat?" Nathan groaned.
"You really haven't seen what a vampire is truly capable of. Especially when they hunt together," Draken said, shaking his head. He knew Nathan — a human from a backwater world — wouldn't grasp the full terror.
"I do. Aaron once lounged at me with the thought of draining my blood, remember?" Nathan said, smirking.
"You really don't know the difference between a vampire with a shackled bloodline and one without shackles. You wouldn't want to face Aaron now. I strongly believe he will bypass your stupid domain," Draken warned, finally exiting the tunnel to find a vehicle waiting outside.
"If you say so. And yes, I brought a vehicle. I can't fly like you gods and demigods, so you'll have to deal with sitting in the car. Ryder's driving," Nathan said, climbing in.
With no choice, Draken entered the car. They sped off toward Nathan's hidden location — toward meetings Draken didn't trust but had to attend.
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Back in the sanctuary, Aaron excused everyone from the conference room. People filed out one by one, talking quietly, plans already running in their heads.
All except Alice.
"Did you mean it?" Alice asked Aaron, trying hard to keep a straight face and not let her emotions run wild.
"Why should I joke? The first step in being a leader is to not joke over your words," Aaron said seriously.
"Never knew you felt that way about me," Alice said, a small smile on her face.
"Me? I did from the very first time we met. I made up my mind to make you mine then," Aaron said, getting to his feet and walking to her.
He placed his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks like it was the most natural thing. The touch was confident, not gentle, but it meant something.
"So, Alice. I'm asking again. Are you willing to be my queen?" Aaron asked, his lips moving so close they could both feel each other's breath.
Alice went quiet. She had imagined a hundred scenarios of them together, but none this blunt, none so immediate.
"Yes," Alice replied finally, after calming her fast-beating heart, voice barely a whisper.
Aaron closed the gap and kissed her.
He controlled space inside the sanctuary and moved them to his room — away from prying eyes. Leo, of course, didn't understand privacy. The annoying friend hid behind the conference door, peeping shamefully, unable to help himself.
"Tsk. How do I even replicate that sort of tactic to get a woman?" Leo muttered, clicking his tongue. With no more show to watch, he decided to take his leave, grumbling and wishing his friend well in his own blunt way.
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Aaron and Alice lay on the bed after several hours of... battling. Of course Aaron came on top. His charm talent had proven useful.
"Promise me... among the many other wives you will marry, you will love no one greater than me," Alice said, resting her head on Aaron's chest.
"I won't. I will love everyone equally. But you will be my favourite," Aaron said, half-smile on his face.
Alice's words sent Aaron sliding down memory lane — Rose, the first woman he'd been close to back on Blue Star. With Blue Star turned to apocalypse, he had no idea what became of her. The memory niggled at him even as he lay with Alice.
"What's the matter?" Alice asked, noticing the frown.
"It's Rose. I don't know her safety," Aaron said.
He had made mention of Rose to Alice in the past while in Ragnarok and their love dynamics.
"I see. Do you want us to go find her? Just the two of us. It can serve as a date while we search," Alice offered, smiling.
"You're okay with that?" he asked, surprised.
"Why wouldn't I? I always knew I can't have you all to myself. Plus, if I keep you to myself every night, I might be the first immortal to actually die from overexertion. Who hates a little competition?" Alice teased, hugging him tighter.
"Thanks," Aaron said, planting a kiss on her forehead. They stayed like that, holding each other — a quiet, messy comfort — while plans outside continued to move.
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Chapter 123: THE LAST WEREWOLF
"You all took your sweet time, didn't you?" Geralt said, a frown etching deep lines on his weathered face. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing from the flickering demonic runes on the walls, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and tension.
"Don't blame it on me, Dad. Blame it on Draken," Nathan said, pointing at Draken innocently. His tone was light, almost teasing, but his eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, the kind that hid darker intentions in this twisted alliance.
"This is not the time to be playful," Draken instructed, his voice a low growl that echoed like distant thunder. He collapsed onto the free sofa, the leather creaking under his massive frame, his demonic aura filling the room with an oppressive weight. "We need to speed things up. Aaron has awakened his bloodline and is slowly amassing an army. We need to link this world to my realm as soon as possible." The words carried a sense of urgency, his mind already racing through the cosmic implications of failure in this conquest.
"Or we can lure Aaron out and let you kill him," Nathan pressed further, leaning forward with a sly smile. "I strongly doubt he is strong enough to contend with a god like you." His suggestion hung in the air, laced with confidence in Draken's power, the kind of arrogance born from years of scheming in the shadows.
"Hold up. You found Aaron? Why isn't he dead yet then?" Geralt asked, his frown deepening, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The revelation stirred a mix of frustration and eagerness in him, the hunt for Dracula's descendants a personal vendetta that burned like an unquenchable fire.
"Same question I asked," Nathan said, shrugging casually, his innocent act cracking slightly under the weight of the conversation.
"Now is not the time for your antics," Draken said, standing from the cushion with a fluid, predatory motion. He walked toward a spot in the house where a hidden basement could be found, his footsteps heavy on the creaking wooden floor, the air growing colder as he approached the concealed door.
Within the basement, the figures of Dream and Lyrith could be seen bound and trapped. Tubes were connected to them, acting as conduits to draw energy from their bodies, the machinery humming with a sinister rhythm, draining their essence drop by drop in this underground lair of horrors.
The energy was connected to a device which in turn connected to Blue Star. The contraption glowed with unholy light, converting the stolen power into something darker, a tool for cosmic domination.
The device converted the energy from Lyrith and Dream to demon energy which corrupted Blue Star's core. The core, suspended in a crystal chamber, pulsed with a sickly red hue, cracks of corruption spreading like veins through its once-pure surface, the process a slow poison to the planet's heart.
"How many percent corruption percentage?" Draken asked Geralt, his voice cold and demanding, eyes fixed on the device's readings.
"40%. It's slowing down. It seems Lyrith and Dream are reaching their limit as well," Geralt explained, his tone clinical, glancing at the drained forms of the captives with indifference.
"Worthless. Can't even provide enough energy to corrupt the Blue Star core. In the end, a vampire remains the best," Draken said coldly, staring at a corpse connected by a tube. The corpse was drained completely of every ounce of energy and fluid, looking no different from a mummified corpse, its skin shriveled and brittle, a testament to the device's ruthless efficiency.
Beside the corpse was another corpse, dried as well, its empty eyes staring into nothingness, a silent witness to the horrors unfolding in this hidden chamber.
"How will Aaron feel if he knows the fate of his parents?" Nathan asked, a smile creeping on his face, his words dripping with malicious glee, imagining the despair it would bring to their enemy.
"Their pain. Cause he will suffer the same fate as them too," Draken said, a disdainful look on his face, his lips curling in contempt, the thought fueling his demonic resolve.
"Speed up the process. Connect the others," Draken instructed, his command sharp as a blade, turning away from the corpses with no remorse.
"Are you sure? That's less efficient," Geralt questioned, hesitation flickering in his eyes, knowing the risks of overextending their resources.
"Do as I say," Draken said coldly, leaving the area as he went deeper into the basement, his presence lingering like a dark cloud.
Obeying the orders, Geralt opened the special prison, where the powerhouses of Blue Star left were confined. Liam, Joseph, Vine Master, King from Ren continent, Abyss from Den continent, Siren from Arik continent, and so many powerhouses in their tens, all weakened and chained, their once-mighty auras dimmed by suppression seals.
Fulfilling the task given to him, Geralt took the powerhouses that had already been weakened, with their strength suppressed, and connected them one by one to the tubes available, making them all energy sources to be drained. The process was methodical, the tubes piercing their skin with a hiss, their groans filling the basement as the machine began siphoning their life force, accelerating the corruption in a desperate bid for victory.
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Draken arrived at the inner section. Within the inner section was a large box heavily fortified and completely sealed, its surface etched with ancient demonic runes that pulsed with restrained power, the air around it thick with the stench of confinement and despair.
"It's been a while since I let you loose," Draken said calmly, moving closer toward the large container, his footsteps echoing in the dim, oppressive space.
"What do you say about hunting more vampires, Rex?" Draken muttered, opening the container to reveal a man with hollow and unfocused eyes. His hair was unkempt with an offensive odor coming from him. His appearance told a story of how long he had been trapped for a long time, his body emaciated, clothes ragged, a broken shell of the werewolf he once was.
The man slowly focused on Draken with listless eyes, his gaze empty at first, then sharpening with a flicker of buried rage.
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Chapter 124: PRIMORDIAL TALENT
"Like I promised you, I found more vampires you can hunt for your revenge for the exile and destruction of your clan. You owe your kin at least that much as the last surviving werewolf," Draken said, a smile on his face, his words dripping with manipulation, stoking the flames of hatred.
"..."
"As agreed, should you hunt this last set of vampires, you are free to go and live your life," Draken said, trying to motivate Rex, his tone coaxing, like a devil offering a poisoned apple.
"I can smell him on you," Rex finally spoke, his voice parched and dry, cracking like old leather after years of silence.
"Good. Are you willing to take the offer?" Draken asked, leaning closer, his demonic eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"I have just one duty. Hunt all vampires till I erase them from this world," Rex said, his eyes glaring with hate and anger, the words a vow forged in the fires of loss, his body tensing with renewed purpose.
Receiving Rex's answer, Draken set him free, leaving the werewolf to do the hunting by himself. The chains fell away with a clank, Rex staggering out, his muscles twitching as freedom coursed through him.
"How ironic. Two generations of Dracula's bloodline, dying from a werewolf," Draken muttered, a sinister smile on his face, the thought delighting him as he envisioned the chaos to come.
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"System draw," Aaron called out the next morning, all dressed up in his dark fitted clothes, beside him was Alice as they revisited the sanctuary where Rose once lived. The sanctuary's air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers and mana, a peaceful contrast to the storm brewing in the world outside.
[Congratulations! You have gained the Primordial rank talent, Time Manipulation.]
"Okay, system, this is beginning to scare even me. What's up with my luck lately?" Aaron asked the system seriously. Two Primordial rewards in the space of two days from his evil system. If that didn't scare him, what will? His heart raced, the system's generosity feeling like a double-edged sword in this reincarnated game of power.
[You have been out of commission for a year. That's enough time for your luck to accumulate. It's all good luck talent and nothing more. Left to me, you will get just one reward a year.]
"Yeah yeah. I hate you too," Aaron said, focusing on his new talent, his mind already racing with the possibilities of bending time in a world full of enemies.
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Primordial Talent Acquired: Time Manipulation
You have awakened a talent that governs the Primordial Concept of Time.
Few across existence have ever borne this gift. You are now both subject to, and master of, the flow of eternity.
Proceed with caution—your presence will distort the past, present, and future of all things. ACCUMULATING A LOT OF CAUSALITY WILL MAKE YOU A TARGET OF ??????
[Temporal Intuition] – You perceive the immediate future in flashes. Danger can no longer surprise you.
[Accelerated Perception] – Your thoughts move faster than the world. In battle, everything slows before your eyes.
[Echo of Repetition] – Minor errors undo themselves. A drop reversed. A stumble erased. Time itself corrects you.
[Time Step] – Step between moments. Reappear instantly at a short distance.
[Temporal Slow] – Impose sluggishness on your foes. Their seconds stretch while yours remain swift.
[Chrono-Rewind: Self] – Undo the condition of your own state to any past time of yourself. Injuries, exhaustion, and errors are erased.
[Temporal Lock] – Bind an object to its current condition. It shall not decay, break, or erode while locked.
[Stagnant Zone] – Create a field where time halts. Arrows float. Flames pause. Enemies freeze.
[Aging Touch] – Advance or reverse the age of what you touch. Rust steel into dust, or return a corpse to its youth.
[Paradox Immunity] – No time-based power may bind you. You cannot be aged, erased, or undone by lesser manipulators.
[Temporal Reflection] – Store your present self. If slain, you will return to this recorded state.
[Eternal Recurrence] – Anchor a moment. Should you fall, all returns to this instant—only you remember.
[Chrono-Commandment] – Speak and time obeys. "This wound never was." "This blade shall not break." Reality bends to enforce your decree.
[Timeless Self] – You are no longer bound to mortality. Neither age nor entropy may touch you.
[Reverse Causality] – Strike an enemy, then declare it has always been so. The wound manifests retroactively—defense is impossible [locked].
[Rewrite of Eras] – Alter history itself. A king who once reigned may never have existed. A war may never have been fought. The present reshapes around your will [locked].
[Chrono-Domain: Aeon's Throne] – Establish absolute dominion over a region. Within your domain, only your law of time exists [locked].
[End of Time] – Suspend all existence. Stars halt in their burning. Gods freeze mid-breath. Only you endure [locked].
[Origin Point] – Restore anything—object, creature, battlefield—to its very beginning. All corruption, injury, and decay undone [locked].
[Causality Rewrite] – You may declare new causes for existing effects. A city destroyed by fire may instead be recorded as destroyed by flood. Reality adjusts to match your decree [locked].
[Infinite Parallelism] – Split into countless temporal selves across infinite outcomes. Each acts independently, and upon convergence, all experiences and results become yours [locked].
[Singularity Existence] – Erase all versions of yourself across the timeline except the one you choose. No paradox can threaten you—there is only one true "you" [locked].
[Temporal Devourer] – Consume the remaining time of a being or object. Life spans, civilizations, even stars can be drained to fuel your existence.
[Absolute Retcon] – Erase an event, being, or item from history completely. Even memories, records, and consequences vanish. Only you recall what once was [locked].
[Chrono-Genesis] – Birth a new timeline from nothing. Populate it with altered laws, new histories, and rewritten destinies. All within it believe they were always real [locked].
[Fate Breaker] – Shatter predestined events. Prophecies, divine decrees, even inevitabilities collapse under your hand. Destiny itself becomes meaningless [locked].
[Eternal Monarch] – Time recognizes you as its axis. All beings instinctively feel your permanence. You become a fixed point in reality—unchangeable, untouchable, eternal [locked].
[Infinity Loop] – Trap any target in an endless cycle of a single moment. To them, eternity passes, but to reality, no time at all has moved. They will break long before the loop does [locked].
[Chrono-Annihilation] – Delete a target's entire timeline. Their past, present, and future cease. The multiverse itself forgets they ever existed [locked].
[True Temporal Sovereignty] – You are not simply within time—you are time. Past, present, and future converge upon your will. If you decree that the end has not yet come, then the end will not come. If you decree a beginning, then all things must begin anew [locked].
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Chapter 125: ENCOUNTER WITH REX
Aaron was nothing but impressed staring at the abilities of his Primordial talent. The list scrolled in his mind's eye like an ultimate cheat menu, each locked ability promising godlike dominance, stirring his hybrid blood with a thrill that felt like unlocking infinite lucky draws in this reincarnated life.
"So, system, when can I unlock them all?" Aaron asked the system, frustration creeping in as he realized the true strength of his talent was locked away, taunting him like a high-level reward just out of reach.
[You unlock the talent as you grow stronger and can handle more causality. You should unlock them all when you get to the Primordial rank.]
"Awesome," Aaron said, his mood lighting up a bit, a rare spark of optimism breaking through his usual cynicism, the system's words fueling his drive to grind harder.
"You are finally smiling. Any good news?" Alice by his side asked Aaron, her voice soft with curiosity, noticing the shift in his expression amid the ruined sanctuary's desolation.
"Some happy thoughts, that's all," Aaron said, as he returned to his current reality, the brief joy fading as the weight of their surroundings pressed in again.
The sanctuary, the once beautiful city of the federation, was leveled to ruin, not a single building standing with severe damage. Rubble stretched in every direction, twisted metal and shattered stone crunching underfoot, the air heavy with the dust of destruction and the faint metallic tang of old blood.
No single living being could be found within the ruined city. The silence was eerie, broken only by the occasional wind howling through the debris, like the ghosts of the fallen whispering accusations.
All Aaron's senses could pick were the several corpses, decayed, burnt, ripped apart, and devoured, scattered all around the sanctuary. The stench of rot hung thick, mingling with charred flesh, a gruesome reminder of the catastrophe that had unfolded in his absence.
"It seems she is dead," Aaron muttered, a pained smile on his face. He knew it—Rose's death was indirectly his fault. He had allowed her to stay within the sanctuary and parted ways; he didn't even bother to convince her to leave, his regret gnawing at him like a failed quest.
"We can't know yet. Perhaps she left the city before its destruction or is hiding with others within a hidden underground city," Alice tried to comfort him, her hand on his shoulder, her voice gentle but firm, trying to pull him from the edge of guilt.
"It's fine. You don't need to—"
Aaron's words were cut short as Alice's head fell from her neck to the ground. The slice was clean, blood spraying in a warm arc that splattered Aaron's face, the shock hitting him like a critical failure in his lucky draw system.
Behind her was the attacker, a man with unkempt looks. A werewolf, to be more specific. His claw was sharpened, with the nose of a wolf and canines bared in a savage grin, his fur matted with dirt and old blood, eyes glowing with feral hate.
"You. How dare you?!" Aaron said angrily, exploding in a feat of anger as he moved swiftly, holding the neck of the werewolf. His grip was iron, fingers digging into fur and flesh, the rage boiling in his hybrid blood like a system overload.
With a firm grip on the werewolf's neck, he slammed the werewolf to the ground, sending rocks flying all around him. The impact cratered the earth, debris exploding outward in a cloud of dust, Aaron's strength fueled by raw fury.
He continued smashing the werewolf's head to the ground, until he crushed the werewolf's head, sending its brain matter scattered everywhere. The skull gave way with a sickening crack, gore splattering the ruins, Aaron's breaths coming in heavy gasps as the red haze cleared.
"Aaron. Aaron. Aaron!" Aaron regained himself, seeing Alice staring at him in confusion, her head very much attached, the vision shattering like a reset in his mind.
"Are you okay? You zoned out for a—"
"I won't allow you to cut her head off," Aaron said, appearing between the surprised Alice and the shocked werewolf. His movement was a blur, time bending slightly around him, the air rippling as he intercepted the attack before it landed.
"How did you?" Rex asked, surprised at being caught by Aaron, his claw still raised, dripping with anticipation that now turned to shock.
"Let's just say time is not on your side," Aaron said coldly, adding more strength to his grip as he crushed the hand of Rex. The bones snapped with a crunch, Rex's howl of pain echoing through the ruins, Aaron's eyes cold as ice.
Rex quickly pulled away with his crushed hand, gaining some distance between himself and Aaron. He cradled the mangled limb, blood dripping to the ground, his werewolf regeneration kicking in slowly.
Aaron had experienced one of the abilities of his talent first hand and the experience was bizarre for him. The flash of future vision felt like a lucky draw glitch, disorienting but empowering, a taste of the Primordial power that could turn tides in this reincarnated world.
[You will get used to it eventually. How to differentiate between vision of a future event and the real event. Or in the end, it will all be inconsequential to you when you truly master your talent.]
"Who the hell are you and why did you attack my wife out of the blue?" Aaron asked, scrutinizing the information off the werewolf in front of him. His system scanned the enemy, pulling up details like a status window, his hybrid senses sharp as he assessed the threat.
[Rex]
Race: Werewolf (Sigma Mutated Werewolf)
Rank: God Rank
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★
Stamina: ★★
Vitality: ★★
Mana: ★
Bloodline: Devourer
"You smell like them," Rex said, drawing Aaron's attention to him again and from his information window. His voice was rough, laced with deep-seated hatred, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.
"Smell like who?" Aaron asked, curious over the implication of Rex's words, his mind racing to connect the dots in this sudden ambush.
"Like a vampire and human I captured several years ago. Now that I see, you do bear great resemblance to—"
Boom!
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Chapter 126: SPECIAL WEREWOLF
Rex was sent flying several meters away. For the first time since waking from his slumber, Aaron had attacked someone with everything he got without holding back. The punch landed with explosive force, Rex's body crashing through rubble like a cannonball, dust and debris erupting in his wake.
Rex crashed through several buildings without even slowing down. The structures, already weakened from the city's destruction, crumbled further, bricks and metal raining down in a cacophony of chaos.
After several crashes, Rex finally came to a stop amidst a heap of ruin. He lay in a crater, coughing blood, his body bruised but regeneration kicking in, eyes blazing with defiance.
"Tell me. What do you know about my parents?" Aaron asked, appearing before Rex, his gaze cold. The question burned in his chest, the mention of his family igniting a fire that his hybrid blood amplified.
"You will have to put me through more damage to get an answer," Rex said, a neutral look on his face as he refused to cower before a vampire. His voice was steady, the pain fueling his resolve, a werewolf's pride refusing to break.
"Is that so?"
"Urghhh!!!" Rex screamed, unable to withstand the torture he was going through. It felt like his blood was boiling and at the same time his blood was rapidly trying to destroy his body. The pain was visceral, every nerve on fire, his body convulsing as Aaron's blood needles pierced his veins.
"What did you do to me?" Rex asked, blood flowing from his orifices, his vision blurring from the agony.
"I'm asking nicely. Tell me what I wish to know," Aaron warned for the last time, controlling the needles to hit precisely the pain nerves of Rex. The control was precise, each prick amplifying the torment, Aaron's face a mask of cold determination.
Aaron put Rex through a series of pain, but Rex refused to spill anything, remaining silent until even his regeneration could not keep up. His body trembled, wounds reopening as fast as they healed, sweat mixing with blood on his fur.
"Hah. Hah. Guess this is it. I...failed...I couldn't defeat every vampire. I failed you all," Rex said, his eyes half closing, as his bodily functions deteriorated to critical state, his death only a matter of time. His breaths came in ragged gasps, the weight of his clan's destruction crushing him in his final moments.
"Who told you this is over?" Aaron said coldly, placing his hands on Rex as he reverted Rex to the state before he started inflicting damage, using his Primordial talent. The reversal was eerie, time bending around Rex, wounds vanishing, blood retreating, his body snapping back to peak condition in a blink.
"Now. Let's begin all over again, shall we?" Aaron stared into Rex's eyes, his gaze portraying cruelty, coldness, and lack of mercy. The air grew heavy, Aaron's hybrid aura pressing down like a storm about to break.
For the first time, Rex shuddered. His face showed fear, not the one that betrayed no emotion. The realization hit him like a hammer—death wasn't an escape; this vampire could loop the torture forever.
"You are finally registering with reality, right? Then it's best you start talking," Aaron said calmly, creating more blood needles. The needles hovered, glinting in the light, ready to plunge again, the threat hanging like a noose.
"Draken. I captured them from Draken. They were led to a dungeon where I lay waiting. Capturing them," Rex said, his will finally broken, the words spilling out in a defeated rush.
"Are they alive?"
"Don't think so. They must have been drained dry by Draken for his sick plan." Rex's voice was hoarse, the confession tasting bitter on his tongue.
"What plan?" Aaron asked, barely containing himself from exploding, his fists clenching, blood pounding in his ears.
"Corrupting this world till it's been perfectly demonized. It's what he has always done," Rex said, explaining Draken's plan to Aaron. The details unfolded like a dark scroll, the demonic scheme laid bare, a plot to twist the planet into a hellish domain.
"I see. So what should I do to you?" Aaron asked, his fury still not contained, his mind weighing revenge against utility.
[Spare him.]
"What?"
[Spare him. He will benefit you greatly if he is alive. He's a very special werewolf. He is a werewolf born once in a millennium with explosive growth rate.]
"He is the same person that hurt my parents. You can't expect me to forgive him," Aaron debated with his system, his voice mental but laced with rage.
[You don't have to be stubborn this time around. His unique abilities are ones that's coveted by several powerhouses. Wonder how Draken got his hand on him.]
"What's so special about him?" Aaron asked, unconvinced by the system's advice, his eyes still locked on Rex's broken form.
[Devour. That skill is pretty insane if he is allowed to grow. He can devour all things. Energy, celestial bodies, anything and everything to foster his growth.]
"Tsk. I'm only sparing his life just so you don't mess with my rewards," Aaron said, finally calming down for the time being, the system's logic overriding his vengeance—for now.
"Tell me. Why do you hate vampires?" Aaron asked Rex, searching desperately for an excuse to kill Rex, his fingers itching to end it.
[You know our mind is connected, right?]
"Doesn't matter. An excuse is an excuse."
"Dracula. He wiped my clan from the universe and went as far as driving the others away from the universe. Why shouldn't I hate vampires?" Rex said, a tired look on his face. He had resigned himself to fate, expecting death. A part of him though, felt relieved. He could finally rest and not be someone's pawn.
"Tsk. You couldn't even provide a better reason," Aaron said, clicking his tongue as he fed Rex his blood. The blood dripped from his wrist into Rex's mouth, the hybrid essence seeping in, beginning the change.
With a brutal swing, he tore Rex's head from his neck. The rip was savage, blood spraying, Rex's body slumping as the head rolled away.
[...]
[Was that necessary?] The system asked, tired of Aaron's pettiness, its voice echoing in his head like an exasperated mentor.
"Very. He did it to Alice. Just a little payback," Aaron replied, returning to Alice, the satisfaction of the act lingering like a dark high.
"Urgh. Is this the after life?" Rex groaned, his head already regrown, with the other one disintegrating to nothing. He sat up, confusion etched on his face, touching his neck where the wound had been.
"Nope. You are very much alive," Aaron, a few meters away, said to Rex, not slowing down to give the confused Rex an answer, his steps purposeful through the ruins.
"But you tore my head off," Rex said, recalling Aaron's brutal actions, his voice laced with disbelief as he staggered to his feet.
"That was for trying to do the same to my wife. I simply gave you more power. Turned you into a hybrid and immortal," Aaron explained, his tone casual but edged with warning.
"Are you coming or not?" Aaron finally lost his patience waiting for Rex to use his head as he was forced to stop in his tracks. The ruins around them seemed to mock the delay, wind whistling through the debris like laughter at Rex's confusion.
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Chapter 127: DEFYING DEATH(BONUS Chapter)
"You are back. And you didn't kill him," Alice said, breathing a sigh of relief as she watched Aaron return, Rex by his side. The ruined sanctuary's air was still thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood, but Alice's voice cut through it like a beacon, her shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from her body.
"Technically he killed me. And then I came back to life," Rex corrected, his voice rough from the ordeal, a hint of dry humor creeping in despite the pain still lingering in his regenerated limbs.
"And I'm sorry for attacking you," he apologized, bowing his head genuinely. The gesture was awkward, his unkempt fur and scars making him look like a broken warrior, but his eyes held a spark of sincerity forged from Aaron's brutal lesson.
Before they had arrived, Aaron had taught Rex a manner or two until Rex was smart enough to know how to deal with people close to Aaron. The quick education had been harsh, Aaron's hybrid dominance drilling the rules into Rex's mind like a system update, ensuring loyalty in this new dynamic.
"It's alright," Alice replied, a smile on her face, her forgiveness genuine, the warmth in her expression easing the heavy atmosphere of the ruins.
"Okay. With that out of the way. Time to find Rose," Aaron said, cracking his hands. His knuckles popped with a sharp sound, the motion releasing some of the pent-up energy from his recent torture session, his mind already shifting to the next task.
His battle with Rex had given him a crazy idea. The werewolf's resilience had sparked something in his system-enhanced brain, a wild plan to push his Primordial talent's limits, the kind of bold move that defined his reincarnated life.
"I hope this works," Aaron muttered, placing his hands on the ground. The ruined soil was cold and jagged under his palms, debris digging into his skin, but he ignored it, focusing on the temporal energy stirring within him.
Rex and Alice watched him out of interest, curious about what he planned to do. Rex's eyes narrowed, his werewolf senses picking up the strange shift in the air, while Alice's expression mixed concern and trust, the group's silence heavy with anticipation.
Aaron placed his hand on the ground, and with determination, he rewound time of the entire city, reverting things back to how it was a year ago. The power flowed from him like a river, time bending under his will, the air humming with an otherworldly vibration as the ruins began to shift.
Slowly, collapsing buildings reverted back to their perfect state, mangled corpses returning to perfect condition. Bricks reassembled themselves with a grinding sound, flesh knitting back together in a grotesque reverse decay, the city's skyline rising like a phoenix from the ashes.
The ruined city soon returned to the beautiful sanctuary it once was. The streets gleamed anew, flowers blooming in reverse wilt, the air clearing of dust to reveal vibrant colors and the faint scent of life restored.
It took Aaron two hours to revert the entire city to its perfect state a year ago, the process draining all of his energy. Aaron's knee buckled, as he fell to the ground. His body felt heavy, mana depleted, the temporal strain pulling at his hybrid core like an overused lucky draw.
But time, as if Aaron falling to the ground was a taboo, reverted time, preventing him from touching the ground, reverting his condition to his perfect state before casting the spell. All without Aaron's input. The reversal was seamless, energy flooding back into him, his body snapping upright as if the exhaustion had never happened.
"I love this talent," Aaron muttered, staring at the reverted city with satisfaction on his face. The sanctuary now bustled with phantom echoes of its former glory, a testament to his growing mastery, though the silence reminded him of the limits still binding him.
[You reverted the city to its original state and the corpses. But that's it. You couldn't revive the dead. That's beyond your current control of your talent. You can only revert inanimate objects to their old state. You can't return them to the state when they are living as your control over your talent can't allow you to cross the boundary of life and death yet.] The system informed, pouring cold water on Aaron's effort. Not to dampen his spirit but to allow him to face the truth, its voice a neutral buzz in his mind.
"I know. I expected that outcome. But that's not my only ability that can bypass the boundary of life and death," Aaron said, a smile on his face as a large volume of blood poured out endlessly from his body, rising to the sky. The blood flowed like a crimson river, defying gravity, the air thickening with the metallic scent as it gathered above.
"Time to bring everyone back to life," Aaron smiled, allowing his blood to pour down like rain. The droplets fell in a red shower, coating the restored city, a macabre storm of revival.
The blood fell on every corpse, those within the buildings taken outside by Rex after Aaron's instruction. The corpses, now pristine from the time rewind, lay in neat rows under the open sky, the blood soaking into their skin with a faint sizzle.
The blood seeped through the skin of the corpses and found its way into the heart and brain of the corpses. It infiltrated like a living entity, pulsing through veins long still, restarting functions with a jolt of hybrid power.
The blood forcefully restarted the body functions of the corpses, bringing them all back to life. Hearts beat again, lungs filled with air, eyes fluttering open in confusion and awe.
One by one, the corpses were filled with life, as the people resurrected from death, becoming immortals. Gasps and murmurs filled the air, the once-dead citizens rising, their bodies invigorated with eternal vitality, a gift from Aaron's blood.
Among the people resurrected was Rose, alongside her family. Rose's eyes opened wide, her breath catching as she sat up, her family stirring beside her, the shock of revival washing over them like a wave.
"Perfect. You are all awake. Welcome back to life," Aaron said, a smile on his face as he stared at everyone he had resurrected, a satisfied look on his face. The city now teemed with life, a testament to his power, the ordinary citizens gazing at him with a mix of fear and gratitude.
[You really think crazy things when you want to] the system said, surprised by Aaron's impressive thinking, its voice carrying a rare note of admiration.
"I know," Aaron said, moving at an instant with time flash as he appeared before Rose and her family. The flash was a blur, time bending slightly around him, leaving a faint afterimage.
"Rose. It's good to see you," Aaron said, a smile on his face, his voice warm despite the cruelty he had just unleashed on the world.
"Aaron," Rose called out softly, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, as she ran into Aaron's embrace. Her body trembled, the relief overwhelming, her arms wrapping around him tightly.
"I'm so sorry... I regret staying behind," Rose said, regret etched on her face, her voice breaking with emotion, the memory of the city's destruction still fresh in her revived mind.
"It's okay. I'm aware. Even I wouldn't leave my family behind," Aaron said, patting her head gently, his touch reassuring, the gesture a rare moment of tenderness in his hybrid existence.
"Now. To make you into a hybrid," Aaron said, smiling, as he injected his blood into her, stabbing her heart instantly. The motion was swift, his finger piercing her chest, blood flowing in with a surge.
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Chapter 128: DEFYING LIFE AND DEATH II(BONUS Chapter)
"You! I thought you loved her?! How could you be so cruel and kill her!" Rose's family cried out, surprised at Aaron's ruthlessness, their voices a mix of horror and accusation, rushing forward in panic.
"Relax, in-laws. She is not dead. I only did that to provide her with more power," Aaron said, a smile on his face, his tone casual, as if the act was mundane.
"In-law?" Rose said, her face reddened in embarrassment from Aaron's address to her family. She sat up, the wound already healing, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and fluster.
"Huh?" Aaron muttered, surprised. Rose had returned to "life," but he couldn't feel any hybrid ability from her. The lack of change puzzled him, his system senses scanning her in vain.
[She can't be turned. She is already an immortal. So she can't die. And dying is one of the criteria of turning to a vampire.]
"Then what about a werewolf? You don't need to die though," Aaron said, a frown on his face, his mind racing for alternatives.
[Have you forgotten what your Immortality entails? The cells are always in their perfect state. Your werewolf gene is not the perfect state of the cell. It's an anomaly to the cell, so the blood eradicates the werewolf and vampire bloodline.]
"Tsk. So those that become Immortal before being turned can never be turned? That sucks," Aaron clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, the limitation feeling like a system bug in his empire-building plans.
[Look at the bright side. You now have the ordinary citizens of your empire. Immortals, but not ridiculously powerful. The hybrids can make the army, and these immortals can be the normal citizens. I was beginning to worry over what crazy empire you were building.]
"As if having immortals as citizens isn't crazy as well," Aaron replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.
[It's less crazy.]
"Whatever you say," Aaron sighed, turning his attention back to the resurrected crowd.
"Just who are you? How could you raise the dead so casually?" Rex said, speechless by the sight of Aaron. His werewolf eyes wide, the revival a spectacle that shook even his battle-hardened soul.
"I can do a lot of things. This is just a tip of the iceberg. You should count yourself lucky that you can serve under me," Aaron said, his face neutral like it was no big deal, his hybrid arrogance shining through.
[Arrogant piece of shit.]
"Aaron. Wow. Even I was impressed," Alice said, a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with admiration for his display of power.
"Alice. Meet Rose officially, my consort. Rose, meet Alice. The empress," Aaron introduced them, a smile on his face as a rift slowly opened behind him, the portal swirling with energy.
"Nice to meet you," Alice said, extending her hands to Rose, a smile on her face, her gesture warm and welcoming.
"Likewise," Rose returned the gesture with a handshake, her initial embarrassment fading into genuine warmth.
"Let's do our best to make him happy. He is a difficult to deal with alone," Alice said, giggling, her laughter light and infectious.
"Agreed. Every night is a near death experience with him," Rose replied, joining in Alice's giggles, the two women bonding over shared experiences.
"Wow. It seems you have a notorious reputation with the ladies," Rex exclaimed, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and surprise.
"Shut up," Aaron said, rolling his eyes, the banter a brief respite from the darkness.
"Alright, everyone. You have all been chosen to live in my empire as citizens. Prepare your mind to be amazed. Let me show you what a true sanctuary and paradise looks like," Aaron announced, leading the newly acquired citizens into the rifts while he waited alongside Rose, Rex, and Alice, controlling the movement of the people into the sanctuary with calmness. The crowd moved in an orderly line, whispers of awe spreading as they stepped through the portal.
Aaron entered last, after everyone had been accounted for, the rift closing behind him with a soft hum, sealing the resurrected into his growing empire.
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Thor, Loki, and the Primordial dragons continued their long journey to complete the task given to them. The stars streaked past like trails of light, the void a endless canvas of darkness dotted with distant galaxies, their mounts cutting through space with relentless speed.
They had been traveling through the universe for over a year at the speed of light on their mounts. The constant motion had become a monotonous blur, the cosmic wind whispering against their scales and capes, the group a small constellation of power hurtling toward their destiny.
"Seriously. Why do we have to travel such a long distance? I'm getting tired of this journey already," Loki complained, beginning to find the journey tiring. His voice carried that signature whine, his body slumped on his mount, the god of mischief's patience wearing thin like a frayed rope.
"Quit complaining already. If you don't want to be part of the mission, you can as well turn back and be on your way," Ignis, the Primordial flames dragon, said coldly, already tired of Loki's antics of complaining with any chance he found. Flames flickered from his maw, his massive form radiating heat that warped the space around him, his irritation palpable.
"Return and ruin my reputation?"
"You never had a reputation to ruin, brother," Thor replied, sitting still with his hand crossed. Mjolnir rested on his legs as he closed his eyes, in a meditating state. His voice rumbled like distant thunder, his muscular frame steady, the hammer's faint glow illuminating his focused expression.
"Right. Anyways. Like everyone of you, I'm also curious on seeing how these anomalies look like," Loki smiled, his curiosity a mask for his scheming mind, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Just a warning, Loki. If you try anything stupid, we have the right to end your life," Ignis warned, his flames flaring brighter, the heat intensifying as a clear threat.
"Noted. I will be in my best behavior," Loki promised, his smile widening, though his tone dripped with insincerity.
"Speaking of best behavior, it seems my stress reliever package has arrived," Loki said, a smile on his face as he spotted the obstruction ahead.
In front of them were fleets of spaceships blocking their path. The ships loomed like predatory beasts, their hulls gleaming with weapons arrays, energy shields humming with power, a blockade designed to trap and plunder.
"I will handle this," Loki said, quickly rising to his feet, his excitement bubbling like a pot about to boil over.
"And cause trouble? No way. We can't waste our time. I will handle it," Ignis said, quickly refusing Loki's request, his scales rattling with annoyance.
"You are not any better, brother. Neither of you can be trusted to settle this smoothly. We will leave it to Thor," Rhaigon, the Primordial lightning dragon, said, preventing his brother from taking the rein. Electricity arced along his body, his voice crackling with authority.
"It's no use. They won't allow us to leave no matter how eloquent we speak. It will be better if I go there, start the conflict, and we can be on our way. Trust me, I know how to deal with space pirates easily," Loki advised. But no one was willing to listen to an advice from Loki, their distrust as solid as the void around them.
Thor rising on his feet, flew towards the spaceship, Mjolnir in his hand. His cape billowed behind him, lightning crackling along the hammer's head, his presence commanding respect even in the depths of space.
"Greetings. I'm Thor, the god of thunder. Clear the way and allow us to pass. That way, you will be able to keep your life, and your actions will be pardoned," Thor advised, his voice booming like thunder across the void, carrying the weight of divine authority.
"Provide all your valuables, and leave the mount behind, and we will spare your lives," Thor received the pirates' reply through a speaker. It was clear they didn't care about Thor's authority. All they wanted was valuables, their greed echoing like a distorted signal.
"See? I told you it's worthless. Maybe next time you will believe me," Loki said, a smile on his face being proved right amid his doubters. His satisfaction was palpable, the group's reluctance only fueling his amusement in this cosmic standoff.
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Chapter 129: THOR'S MIGHT
"So? Should I deal with them or...?" Loki asked, staring at Ignis with a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. The vast darkness of space enveloped them, stars streaking past like fleeting wishes, the group's mounts hovering silently in the cosmic void.
"Thor will handle it. Just stay put, Loki," Ignis refused instantly, his voice a rumbling growl, flames flickering from his massive jaws. The Primordial flames dragon's scales glowed with inner heat, casting an eerie orange light that danced across the endless blackness, his irritation as hot as his element.
"Suit yourself. You... I'm part of the team. Not someone you must babysit," Loki said, the tiniest of frowns on his face, his tone laced with mock offense. He leaned back on his mount, arms crossed, his cape fluttering in a self-conjured breeze, a subtle dig at his companions' constant vigilance.
"Forgive us, but your reputation ensures we don't trust you at all. And the best way to handle someone as mischievous as you is to ensure you don't move a muscle," Rhaigon supported his brother's stand, his voice crackling like lightning in a storm. The Primordial lightning dragon's body sparked with electric arcs, his eyes narrowing at Loki, distrust hanging heavy in the air like charged static.
"Alright then. I will stay put," Loki said, raising his hands in mock surrender, his smirk betraying his feigned compliance as he lounged casually, mind already spinning webs of amusement.
"I'm giving you all the last chance. Clear the way or be wiped out," Thor warned for the last time, lightning crackling around him, as the humming sound of thunder could be faintly heard. His massive frame hovered in space, Mjolnir gripped tightly, the hammer's head glowing with raw power, the void itself seeming to tremble at his words.
"Should we really do this, sir? They look dangerous and carefree," the second in command asked their leader, doubt creeping into his voice as he glanced at the scanners. The four beings outside the spaceship exuded an aura of untouchable confidence, making the fleet's weapons feel inadequate in the cold expanse.
"What are you so scared of? Within this part of the universe, no one is strong enough to contend with us," the leader said, a smug look on his face. He leaned back in his command chair, arms crossed, the bridge's lights reflecting off his polished uniform, his ego as vast as the stars.
"Fire the cannon," he instructed. "Take down the first one with the god cannon. Let's send a message to them." His order rang out, the crew hurrying to comply, the ship's systems whining with charging energy.
"But boss—"
"Do as I say or risk losing your rank!" The boss instructed, getting ticked off by his subordinate's persistent dissuasion. His face flushed with anger, slamming a fist on the console, the bridge crew flinching at his outburst.
"Yes, boss!" The second in command nodded, following his boss's instructions, fingers flying over the controls with reluctant speed.
The cannon blaster of the spaceship hummed to life. With coordination within the ship, the cannon was aimed at Thor standing some distance away. The barrel glowed with plasma buildup, the air around it distorting from the heat, the fleet's power focused on one devastating shot.
Thor remained motionless, not moving an inch as the god-level plasma attack was fired against him. The beam lanced out, a brilliant streak of energy cutting through space like a spear of light, aimed straight for his heart.
*BOOM!*
Space shook, as the attack connected on Thor cleanly, swallowing him whole. The explosion bloomed like a miniature sun, shockwaves rippling through the void, shaking the fleet's shields.
"You see? No one can match our god-rank cannon. Not even a god," the boss bragged to his subordinate, a smile on his face. He leaned forward, eyes glued to the scanners, satisfaction swelling in his chest like a victorious lucky draw.
"I will give the rest of you the last chance to surrender or suffer the same fate as your ally," he communicated to Loki and the others, his voice booming through the speakers, laced with triumphant arrogance.
Loki, Ignis, and Rhaigon ignored the boss's warning. They had no reason to listen to insects. Their expressions remained unchanged, the dragons' scales shimmering unmoved, Loki's smirk only widening at the pirate's hubris.
"Tsk. Arrogant fools. Fire the next attack at them!" The boss commanded, pissed at being ignored by Loki and his allies. His face twisted in rage, slamming the console again, the bridge crew scrambling to recharge the cannons.
"B...bo.. boss," the second in command called out to his boss, his voice trembling, face paling as he stared at the monitors.
"What?" The boss asked, looking at his assistant, irritation turning to confusion.
His eyes traced the fingers of his assistant to outside the spaceship. The very spot where Thor should have been obliterated to nothing. But to his dismay and everyone in the ship, Thor stood still, unharmed by the attack, the lightning around him intensifying even further. Bolts danced across his body, his cape billowing, the god of thunder's presence now a storm ready to unleash.
"You were warned," Thor said calmly, casually throwing Mjolnir toward the spaceships. The hammer spun through space, trailing lightning, its path a streak of divine fury.
"Deploy the shield!" The boss said, panic in his voice, his smugness shattered like glass.
A shield appeared, covering the spaceships as every crew prepared for impact. The energy barrier hummed to life, glowing blue, the fleet's last line of defense against the unknown.
Mjolnir flew infinitely close to them, as they all held their breaths, hoping the shield would stop the attack. The hammer approached like a comet, the air distorting around it.
They weren't allowed to think any further. Mjolnir passed through the shield like a spear hitting a soap bubble. The barrier shattered with a crackle, energy fizzling out harmlessly.
The hammer of Thor crashed into the spaceship, obliterating them all to nothing in an instant. The lead ship exploded in a fireball, chain reactions ripping through the fleet, debris scattering into the void like cosmic confetti.
No chance to think of a backup plan, everyone within the spaceships were obliterated to nothing by the casual attack of Thor's hammer. Screams cut short, hulls vaporized, the pirates' greed ending in a flash of thunder.
Thor stretched his hand, Mjolnir returning to his grip. The hammer flew back with a crack of lightning, settling in his palm as if the destruction was a minor inconvenience.
"Let's be on our way then," Thor said, returning to his mount as they continued their journey. The group moved on, the debris field behind them a silent testament to their power, the universe swallowing the remnants without a trace.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Reincarnated with a lucky draw system Chapter 130: IMPERIAL CODEXREINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC130: IMPERIAL CODEX
Chapter 130: IMPERIAL CODEX
After a day of integrating the new citizens from the sanctuary, Aaron could finally rest. The sanctuary buzzed with activity, the resurrected immortals adapting to their new lives, their voices echoing through the restored streets like a revived heartbeat.
The increase in population of Aaron's empire slowly began to expose cracks in the newborn empire. The sudden influx strained the system, resources stretched thin, the air filled with murmurs of discontent as the once-empty paradise filled with life.
Who to grant nobility fairly. Paralysis in administrations and lack of motivation for the citizens were slowly becoming a thorn on Aaron's flesh. The decisions weighed on him, bureaucracy bogging down his vision, the empire's growth turning into a headache of management.
"Alright, system. I need just one reward to solve the majority of my problems right now. Let's hope my luck is still shining," Aaron muttered, rubbing his palms expectantly. He paced in his chamber, the system's wheel spinning in his mind like a lucky draw slot machine.
"System draw," he said, staring at the system wheels with puppy eyes, his heart pounding with anticipation.
[Congratulations. You have gained the sovereign rank reward - Imperial Codex.]
"What can I say? I'm just that lucky bastard," Aaron said, a cocky grin on his face, the victory tasting sweet like a jackpot in his reincarnated grind.
[Maybe you should be in coma more often] the system jabbed, its voice a dry snort in his head.
"No way, buddy. You are sticking with me forever," Aaron smiled. He hated to admit it, but he had grown extremely reliant on his system's presence. Well, the rewards played 90% of his feelings. But having someone to talk to at all times was a great stress reliever, a constant companion in his empire-building chaos.
[Don't start cursing at me when you no longer see rewards]. The system snorted, familiar with Aaron's antics, its tone resigned but amused.
[Imperial Codex]
The authority to shape empires that transcends corruption and bloodline stagnation. You are granted a divine framework that binds the empire together through merit, loyalty, and law. This Authority integrates directly into your throne, your will, and the empire's very foundations.
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Abilities
1. [Merit Ledger]
Every subject of the empire is automatically evaluated by the system.
Contributions in warfare, governance, invention, resource management, faith, and loyalty are converted into Merit Points.
Merit is incorruptible and visible to the Sovereign at all times.
2. [Noble Conversion Protocol]
Merit Points determine eligibility for noble rank.
Titles granted by merit cannot be falsified, forged, or stolen.
Nobles who fail to maintain minimum yearly merit quotas are automatically demoted, ensuring the nobility remains productive.
3. [Administrative Projection]
The Sovereign can project their authority into any part of the empire to instantly audit local officials and review their merit records.
Fraud, embezzlement, or treason is immediately revealed.
Temporary replacements are auto-appointed from the highest-merit candidates until your personal decree.
4. [Loyalty Oath Seal]
Every noble swears an oath bound by system authority.
Disloyalty, betrayal, or rebellion severs their title and strips away noble privileges instantly.
Nobles with unwavering loyalty receive amplified efficiency, stronger command presence, and increased influence within their territories.
5. [Imperial Trial]
The Sovereign may summon any official or noble for judgment.
The system displays a complete record of their deeds and merit score for transparent trials.
Punishments or demotions enacted through the system cannot be resisted.
6. [Empire-Wide Ledger Access]
Merit rankings of all citizens are viewable in real time by the Sovereign.
Citizens may view only their own merit (or their family's), encouraging competition and ambition without sparking civil unrest.
7. [Succession Safeguard]
In the event of your incapacitation or absence, the system temporarily grants limited Sovereign Authority to the individual with the highest lifetime merit, ensuring continuity of rule until your return.
8. [Corruption Purge]
At your command, all corrupted or underperforming nobles can be demoted in a single decree.
The system simultaneously elevates the next most meritorious candidates, preventing power vacuums.
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Merit-to-Nobility Hierarchy
Knight apprentice → 1000
Knight → 10,000 Merit
Baron → 50,000 Merit
Viscount → 150,000 Merit
Count → 300,000 Merit
Marquis → 1,000,000 Merit
Duke → 2,500,000 Merit
Archduke → 5,000,000 Merit
Prince (Non-Heir) → 10,000,000 Merit
Eligible for Imperial Recognition → 1,000,000,000 Merit
Note: Only the Sovereign may confirm appointments to Archduke and above.
"See what I mean, system? My luck is in an all-time high," Aaron said, smiling, the satisfaction swelling in his chest like a jackpot hit.
Aaron retrieved the codex from his dimensional space. The codex was a small leather book with a black cover. In front of the codex was Athanys' sigil, glowing faintly with imperial energy.
"So how do I activate it?" Aaron asked his system, flipping the book open, curious about its power.
[Let your blood come in contact with it. The Codex will activate.]
Aaron followed the system's instructions, activating the codex. He pricked his finger, a drop of hybrid blood falling onto the sigil, the book absorbing it with a soft glow.
Automatically, the codex went to work, recording the deeds of every citizen and storing their points. Invisible threads of system energy spread through the empire, evaluating actions like a silent judge.
It refrained from temporarily granting anyone position until a stable ranking was made. The process was methodical, ensuring fairness, the codex's pages filling with names and scores in Aaron's mind.
"With that out of the way, time to focus on my actual goal," Aaron said, exiting the sanctuary as he appeared in Blue Star once more. The planet's air felt heavy with lingering corruption, a stark contrast to his sanctuary's purity.
"So, system. A curious question. What happened to all the dungeon cores? Did they merge with Blue Star's core or?"
[They didn't. The core's energy was utilized to cause the dungeon break and free the monsters to Blue Star, which should not have been possible without the required energy provided to combat Blue Star's will.]
"So basically all those cores that could have made me stronger and also increase my sanctuary were wasted?" Aaron asked seriously, his fists clenching at the lost opportunity.
[Yes. Why exactly are you interested in this?] The system asked, its voice curious in his head.
"Cause I just had a crazy idea. Let's say, I plan to hunt down an entire flight of birds with just one bullet," Aaron replied, a knowing smile on his face as he scanned the surrounding ruins, his mind already plotting the bold move.
[You have to be sick to think of doing that] the system said, speechless by Aaron's thought process lately that was getting bold and more bizarre as time passed.
"Sick? No. Innovative? Yes. I'm being so damn innovative," Aaron corrected the system, his grin widening.
[You will need a large amount of mana to cover the entire Blue Star. You don't have that amount of mana to do so.]
"That's the thing about my time talent, system. When I exhaust all my mana, I can just revert my state to its peak when I have all my mana. So basically...," Aaron said, a smile on his face as he allowed the system to complete his words.
[You have infinite mana and stamina. Damn.]
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Chapter 131: DRASTIC ACTIONS
"Perfect. Let's get to work, shall we?" Aaron said, placing his hand on the ground of Blue Star. The planet's surface was rough under his palm, scarred from years of chaos and dungeon breaks, but he ignored the grit, his mind focused on the outrageous plan brewing in his reincarnated brain—a scheme so bold it could reshape the world.
His plan was simple and practical, but outrageous. He planned to revert the state of Blue Star to how it was a year ago. The idea had sparked like a lucky draw jackpot, a way to undo the destruction, reclaim lost cores, and turn the tide in his favor.
Focusing, Aaron utilized his talent as he sent a wave of his mana to envelope the entire Blue Star, and at the same time, he allowed his blood to flow freely from his body. The mana spread like an invisible tide, seeping into every crevice, the air humming with its blue-tinged energy, while his blood gushed out in crimson streams, warm and metallic, pooling around him.
The blood continued flowing from his body that had an infinite amount. At first, the blood was just a large puddle, then a pond, then a river, then a sea. The flow was relentless, the red liquid spreading across the landscape like a living entity, soaking the soil, filling craters, and turning the ruined plains into a viscous ocean under the dim sun.
Aaron concentrated, his mind focused on the goal though he forgot about the passage of time as he remained rooted for days, spreading his mana to try to envelope Blue Star. The process was grueling, his body straining under the weight of covering an entire planet, sweat beading on his forehead, the wind whispering against his skin as hours blurred into nights.
Whenever he exhausted his large reserves of strength and stamina, he reverted his state to a perfect condition and continued the process again till everything became subconscious and his mind entered a zoned state. The reversal was seamless, time bending around him, energy flooding back like a reset button, his hybrid body adapting to the cycle with mechanical precision.
Aaron didn't allow any form of distraction in this state, focused only on getting the task done. The world around him faded, sounds muffled, his senses tuned solely to the mana flow and the blood's expansion, a meditative trance that pushed his Primordial talent to its limits.
His blood continued to flow still, faster than is humanly possible by a long shot. The sea of red grew, waves lapping at distant shores, the scent of iron thick in the air, a testament to his infinite reserves.
After about a month, Aaron successfully covered the whole of Blue Star with his mana, beginning the next process. The mana blanket was complete, a shimmering veil invisible to the naked eye but pulsing with power, the planet now in his grasp.
Reversing the state of Blue Star slowly. His actions were strenuous to his body more than Aaron had expected. But being in a zoned state ensured he didn't break his concentration and fail in accomplishing what he wanted. The reversal started at the edges, ruins rebuilding, scars fading, the air vibrating with temporal energy as time unwound like a spooled thread.
It took two entire months for Aaron to complete the process, in that month, his blood had flooded every inch of Blue Star on the surface and also the underground cities. The red tide seeped into caves and bunkers, the flow relentless, the planet drowning in his essence.
The only place spared from his blood was the underground hiding spot of Draken and co that was tightly secured. The barrier there repelled the blood, a small pocket of resistance in the sea of crimson.
Every being was drowned with Aaron's blood. Humans died from drowning and awakened as hybrids, their bodies convulsing as the blood forced changes, fur sprouting or fangs lengthening in a painful rebirth. Monsters on the other hand that were below S rank drowned and never resurrected, their corpses sinking into the depths, dissolved by the overwhelming power.
The dead corpses on the other hand were resurrected by Aaron's blood, becoming immortals. Bones rattled, flesh reformed, eyes opening with a gasp as life returned, eternal and unyielding.
Time sphere slowly covered the entire Blue Star as every ruin was reverted to perfect state before its destruction. The sphere expanded like a bubble, time rewinding within, buildings rising from rubble, cracks sealing with a soft glow.
The dungeons also returned to their state before the dungeon break, their cores remaining intact. Portals reopened, empty chambers echoing, the cores pulsing with untapped energy.
Although the dungeons reappeared with the reversal of time, no monsters were found within the dungeons as Aaron's sphere only affected non-living objects, creating dungeons with just dungeon cores and no monsters at all. The halls were silent, a hollow echo of their former threats, ripe for exploitation.
On the third month, Aaron finally completed the process of reverting time for every inch of Blue Star to its state a year ago while he was around. The sphere dissipated, the planet restored, vibrant and whole once more.
Aaron opened his eyes, exiting his zoned state. The wind brushed his face, the sun warmer on his skin, the air cleaner, a sense of accomplishment washing over him like a lucky draw win.
[Welcome back, Host. You sure did take your time. And also, you look way more mature in this form] the system commented, its voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"What are you talking about?" Aaron asked, floating on his blood that still remained, covering the whole of Blue Star. The red ocean undulated beneath him, a vast sea of his own making, the scent of iron heavy in the air.
[You used your talent for three entire months. In the process, your body broke down and repaired itself in an endless cycle of destruction and reconstruction. Let's say your appearance changed and you grew older. Plus your long white hair. If I must say, you look like an actual vampire primogenitor now] the system praised, its tone almost teasing.
"What?" Aaron said in confusion, staring at his reflection in a mirror he retrieved from his inventory. His features were sharper, hair flowing like silver silk, his eyes deeper with an ancient glint, the change a shock that mirrored his growing power.
"System. This isn't just some mild change. It's a drastic change in appearance," Aaron groaned, slightly frustrated, holding his long white hair in his hand, the strands soft but unfamiliar.
[What happened? You succeeded. Congratulations. 90% of humans on Blue Star is either a hybrid or an immortal. With some monsters becoming hybrids as well.]
"Hah. So my action paid off?" Aaron asked, a pleased look on his face, the exhaustion forgotten in the rush of victory.
[It did. Also, the dungeon cores are now available for your consumption. So what do you want to do now? Ask your subjects to gather them for you?]
"Nope. That's too long. I have spent a lot of time on Blue Star. It's time to move to the next challenge. I got this," Aaron smiled, controlling his blood to infiltrate the unguarded dungeons and retrieve the dungeon cores from the dungeon. The blood snaked through portals, tendrils wrapping around the cores like living vines.
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