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Chapter 132: ATTAINING GOD RANK
"Is there any way I can devour the dungeon cores with just my blood, system?" Aaron asked the system.
[They should. Your blood is an extension of you. If you focus carefully, you should be able to devour the cores like that. Your primogenitor bloodline is greater than you think.]
Following the system's instructions, Aaron willed his blood to devour the cores, an interesting phenomenon happening afterwards. The cores disintegrated into Aaron's blood as energy essence, the power surging through the red liquid like electricity.
This essence was transferred to Aaron through his connection with his blood until every single core was devoured, Aaron brimming with so much strength. The energy rushed into him, a tidal wave of power that made his veins glow, his body trembling with the influx.
Just like with the abyss core, Aaron's primogenitor bloodline utilized the energy from the dungeon cores to increase the strength of Aaron's bloodline and soul. The upgrade was visceral, his blood thickening, soul expanding, a level-up that felt like multiple lucky draws at once.
Aaron felt himself growing stronger by the minute. His connection with the sanctuary also grew stronger as he felt the size of the sanctuary growing more and more. The link pulsed like a heartbeat, the sanctuary expanding in his mind's eye, islands forming, mana thickening.
After what felt like forever, Aaron opened his eyes, his strength leaping greatly. The world seemed sharper, colors brighter, his hybrid senses amplified to godlike levels.
[Congratulations on officially reaching the god rank, Host!]
"God rank, huh? So this is what it feels like?" Aaron asked, flexing his fingers, power crackling like lightning under his skin.
With just a thought, the blood that flooded the entire Blue Star retracted to his body, disappearing like it never existed. The red sea vanished in a swirl, the ground drying instantly, the air clearing of the iron scent.
"Cool. I feel like the quantity and quality of my blood has increased," Aaron said, making his observation from the withdrawn blood. He had expected the process to take a while considering the quantity of blood, but every single drop was sucked into him in an instant, his body absorbing it seamlessly.
[That's to be expected considering what you have been doing since the past four months, and your increased strength.]
"Tsk. Time sure flies quickly," Aaron muttered, the months feeling like a blur in his reincarnated grind.
[You can send the immortals and hybrids to the sanctuary now. And then we can move to the next step] the system advised.
"Sure," Aaron replied, opening a rift in front of every single immortal and hybrid he had created during the process. The rifts appeared like tears in reality, glowing portals dotting the landscape.
In other words, Aaron created billions of rifts all across Blue Star, a testament to his upgraded sanctuary and his own strength. The air hummed with energy, the planet briefly alive with his power.
"I don't feel the presence of Draken. It seemed he wasn't turned by my blood. That's a relief cause I still want to kill him myself," Aaron said coldly, his senses scanning the planet for the demon.
[Indeed. You should be able to sense his location now considering your newfound strength.]
Aaron followed the instructions of his system, spreading his senses. His sense, which could only cover an entire city when stretched to the max, easily covered the entire Blue Star as it searched for an anomaly within the planet. The expansion was effortless, like a god's gaze sweeping the world.
"Found it," Aaron muttered, discovering the only place that rejected the interference of his extended senses. The spot felt like a void in his perception, a hidden pocket of resistance.
[What now? Are you going to deal with him once and for all?] The system asked Aaron.
"Nope. That will be tomorrow. For now, I want to see my family and friends," Aaron said, after the last immortal entered the rift. The portals closed with a soft pop, the planet emptying, leaving him alone under the stars.
Aaron opened a rift for himself, returning to his sanctuary after four months. The familiar energy washed over him as he stepped through, a homecoming filled with the promise of reunion and further power.
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"What's the corruption percentage?" Draken asked Geralt, a deep frown creasing his face. His voice echoed in the dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with the hum of dark machinery, the walls pulsing with a sickly red glow that reflected his growing unease.
"95% completed. But it seems the essence of everyone has been used up. What do we do now?" Geralt informed, his tone sharp with worry. He stood by the corruption console, its screens flickering with ominous data, his hands clenched as the realization of their dwindling resources sank in.
"That's simple to answer. I use you," Draken informed, his voice cold and unyielding, eyes glinting with ruthless determination. The demon lord's presence filled the room, his aura oppressive, like a storm about to break.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You can't use me as a battery!" Geralt outright refused, his face twisting in defiance. His fists tightened, muscles tensing, the idea of being reduced to fuel igniting a spark of rebellion in his eyes.
"You don't have a say in this. You have to be used, like it or not. I believe I'm not the only one that felt that great energy expenditure over the past four months. I don't know what's the cause. But all I know is that's likely not an ally. So it's either you do as I say and we get this done, create a connection to my world directly and wait for backup, or we wait for whatever caused that phenomenon and leave our lives in their hands. It's your choice to choose," Draken said coldly. His words cut like a blade, his gaze locking onto Geralt, leaving no room for argument, the weight of their hidden bunker's isolation pressing down.
"Tsk. You better not drain me dry, or I swear I will never let you off!" Geralt said, offering himself in the end, his voice laced with grudging acceptance. He stepped toward the corruption device, his heart pounding with dread, the air thick with the scent of ozone and dark magic.
Just like Draken, he had also felt the intense energy, and the explanation from his son Nathan filled him with dread. The unseen force had shaken their fortified hideout, a ripple of power that made the walls tremble, as if the planet itself was alive with malice.
"We need to hurry up. That was definitely Aaron's doing. What I saw was definitely blood with overwhelming essence. Although I'm failing to understand how he amassed so much strength that he could cover the entire planet," Nathan said, biting his nails nervously. His eyes darted around the bunker, his youthful face pale, the memory of Aaron's blood sea haunting him like a nightmare.
Unlike Geralt and Draken, who only felt the immense energy and nothing else, Nathan's eyes had pierced through the protective field of their hidden compartment and watched Aaron all through the entire month while Aaron was carrying out the unthinkable, and he was completely scared out of his wits. The vision of the crimson tide swallowing Blue Star lingered, a relentless force that made his hands tremble.
"Now's not the time for conversation. Let's get on with this already. Only 5% is left. If what you said is true, then we have to complete the corruption before he comes for us. This is a race against time," Draken said, a serious look etched on his face. He moved to the console, fingers flying over the controls, the machine groaning as it prepared to siphon Geralt's essence, the stakes higher than ever in their desperate bid to open a demonic portal.
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Chapter 133: ATHANYS NOBLE HOUSES I
"Aaron?" Leo, the first to come in contact with Aaron, questioned. His voice carried a mix of surprise and curiosity, his eyes widening as he took in the changed figure before him in the grand hall of the castle.
"What's the matter?" Aaron asked, confused by the lost look on Leo's face. He tilted his head slightly, the polished marble floor reflecting the soft mana lights overhead, the air thick with the scent of incense and polished stone.
"What the hell happened to you, man? You look different," Leo exclaimed, staring at Aaron with envy. His gaze traced Aaron's matured features and long white hair, a pang of jealousy hitting him like an unexpected status debuff in this reincarnated world.
"Don't give me that look," Aaron scowled, his brow furrowing, the envy in Leo's eyes making him uncomfortable, as if he were on display in his own empire.
"My lord. Where have you been?" Alice asked, her voice soft but laced with concern, stepping forward with graceful poise, her dress rustling like a whisper in the hall.
"Lord?" Aaron asked, unable to follow through with the honorary. The word felt foreign on his tongue, a title that clashed with his casual self, his mind racing to catch up with the changes around him.
"You should get used to it, Your Grace. You have to start working the part of the emperor. Your new looks are helping in that department. Thanks to the Codex, we have been able to stabilize the empire, even with your absence. But now that you are back, there's a lot to catch up on," Blade informed Aaron, bowing humbly. His posture was respectful, his armor gleaming under the lights, a testament to his new role's demands.
"Oh, and Duke Leo, merit points will be deducted from you for disrespecting the emperor," Blade informed, his tone firm but neutral, glancing at Leo with a hint of reproach.
"What's going on here? Care to explain? And I'm pretty sure I made Leo into my adviser and not the duke," Aaron was totally lost. His mind reeled, the familiar castle hall feeling alien with these shifts, the throne's distant shadow looming like a reminder of his responsibilities.
"Well, thanks to the Codex, some positions were re-evaluated. Please follow us to the courtroom so you can be brought to speed," Isobel said, her voice steady, gesturing toward the grand doors with a confident nod.
"Okay. I would love that. And the others?"
"Waiting already in the courtroom," Blade replied dutifully, his bow deepening slightly before he straightened, ready to lead.
"Alright then. Let's go," Aaron instructed, strolling coolly toward his castle. His steps echoed through the corridors, the stone walls adorned with banners bearing Athanys' sigil, a sense of authority settling on him despite his confusion.
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"So? Someone fill me in," Aaron asked, tapping his hand on the arm of his throne, Alice and Rose sitting by his sides. The courtroom was majestic, high ceilings arched with mana crystals that cast a soft glow, the air filled with the faint hum of the empire's new order, his throne a symbol of his growing power.
"With the Codex, we were able to create a better structure based on merit. Roles were also assigned based on competitiveness. Empress Alice ruled in your absence. Duke Leo was stripped from his role as special advisor for failing in his duty. Blade, after proving himself, was appointed to be your advisor, doing splendidly well in his assigned role," a new face to Aaron, Elena, explained. Her voice was clear and precise, her robes marking her as a court official, her eyes meeting Aaron's with respect.
From her explanations, Aaron realized that some changes occurred during his absence. The Codex had restructured everything, merit points recalculating positions like a system update, the empire evolving in his sleep.
Isobel retained her role as archduke which could only be changed by the emperor as well as Michael. Their positions were secure, anchored by the Codex's rules, a foundation for stability in this immortal realm.
Isobel remained the archduke. But unlike Aaron's decision of making her in charge of the army, the military force of the empire was spread evenly amongst the current two archdukes, with provision made to evenly spread it when the third archduke. The balance was designed to prevent power concentration, a smart safeguard against rot in an eternal empire.
After much deliberation, three houses for the archdukes were created with three distinct purposes and goals. The structure was ingenious, a web of duties that wove the empire together like a lucky draw system optimizing stats.
House Valedor – Arch Duke of Dominion (Order & Authority) -
Eternal Name: The Crown of Silent Fang
Code: "By Fang and Law, the Eternal Throne Stands."
Symbol: A wolf crowned with thorns, scales of judgment hanging from its fangs.
Oversees laws, justice, and hierarchy within the sanctuary.
Serves as the Emperor's hand in maintaining divine order—settling disputes, ensuring loyalty, and regulating noble influence.
Symbolizes the unyielding stability of Athanys, preventing decadence in paradise.
Duke of Chains – Binder of Oaths
Duty: Keeper of eternal vows; seals contracts in blood, ensures none escape their word.
Symbol: A pair of shackled fangs encircling a blazing sigil.
Code: "None Escape the Bond."
Duke of Blades – Executor of Judgment
Duty: Hand of punishment; carries out final decrees when laws are broken.
Symbol: A fang-pierced sword balanced upon a crimson moon.
Code: "Judgment is the Final Fang."
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House Aurethiel – Arch Duke of Providence (Prosperity & Advancement)
Eternal Name: The Chalice of the First Dawn
Code : "We Drink, We Endure, We Create."
Symbol: A gilded chalice overflowing with liquid light, from which rises a tree with roots dripping crimson.
Responsible for the flow of knowledge, art, and innovation—ensuring Athanys does not stagnate in luxury.
Guards the secrets of creation within the sanctuary (forbidden research, relic archives, mystical libraries).
Embodies the forward gaze of the empire, making paradise not just eternal, but ever-growing.
Duke of Ink – Curator of Memory
Duty: Guardian of records, memories, and forbidden texts; ensures knowledge never perishes.
Symbol: An open tome spilling ink that turns into rivers of blood.
Code: "Nothing Forgotten, Nothing Lost."
Duke of Flame – Patron of Creation
Duty: Oversees artistry, invention, and sacred crafts that keep paradise flourishing.
Symbol: A hammer striking a chalice, sparks turning into blooming roses.
Code: "From Flame, All Is Made."
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Chapter 134: ATHANYS NOBLE HOUSES II
House Caelvorn – Arch Duke of Vigilance (Defense & Sanctity)
Eternal Name: The Watchers of the Last Dusk
Code : "We Starve, That Paradise Stands."
Symbol: A bat-winged wolf coiled around a midnight shield, above it a single radiant star.
The protector of the sanctuary, overseeing divine wards, inner armies, and celestial defenses.
Watches the borders of paradise for corruption, infiltration, or rebellion.
Personifies the unyielding shield—paradise exists because he ensures it remains untouchable.
Duke of Prowl – Harbinger of the Hunt
Duty: Leads Athanys' expeditions beyond the sanctuary—conquest, suppression, and pursuit of threats.
Symbol: A wolf with bat wings spread wide, fangs dripping onto shattered crowns.
Code: "We Hunt Beyond the Veil."
Duke of Chainsmoke – Keeper of Bound Spoils
Duty: Oversees all relics, slaves, and secrets brought back from the outer realms; ensures nothing corrupts paradise.
Symbol: A bat-winged lion bound in silver chains, carrying a burning chalice.
Code: "All That Enters, Bows."
The nobility ranking specialized as it went lower, creating a perfect chain of command that connected the citizens to the emperor perfectly with the marquis under the duke, then the count, viscount, and baron. The structure was like a pyramid, merit flowing upward, authority cascading down, a system designed for eternal efficiency.
You guys have done a good job in creating a perfect structure. I must say I'm deeply impressed," Aaron praised. To be fair, he wouldn't have come up with such a perfect structure had it been him alone. The Codex's influence was clear, a lucky draw masterpiece.
"It's majorly thanks to your Codex. It did most of the work," Michael praised, his voice carrying admiration, the courtroom's mana lights reflecting in his eyes.
"All that remains is for you to bestow the nobility title to those you want," Blade said, his bow deep and respectful.
"I chose the merit system, because as eternals, granting out positions by favoritism will cause the empire to rot. And it's going to be hard to fix a decaying immortal empire. So we follow the Codex," Aaron made his decision, his voice firm, the throne's armrest cool under his tapping fingers.
"In that case, Blade remains your special advisor and head of your personal imperial knights, taking care of the needs of you and your family. Isobel, Michael, and Leonardo are archdukes," Alice said, her tone proud, gesturing to the list.
"Leonardo?"
"One of the new talents that was discovered recently. An excellent support-type awakened that was hidden by the federation and forced to work secretly. The entire reconstitution of the castle to be this magnificent is all his. His creativity is off the chart," Blade explained, his voice filled with respect for the newcomer.
"I see. So what are their roles?"
"Archduke Isobel is in charge of order, Archduke Leonardo innovation, and Archduke Michael, vigilance. Duke Leo and Duke Hayley are the dukes under Archduke Michael. Duchess Caroline and Duke Derrick under Archduchess Isobel, and Duke Gregory and Cullen under Archduke Leonardo. These are the list for the rest nobilities," Blade said, offering the list to Aaron. The parchment was crisp, inscribed with glowing runes, a product of the Codex's magic.
"I see. Then prepare the coronation ceremony as well as a ceremony to celebrate Athanys' founding. Get them done with as soon as possible before I return," Aaron said, rising on his feet. His robe swirled, the throne's shadow lengthening behind him, a symbol of his authority.
"My lord. Where exactly are you going?" Blade asked, his bow deepening in concern.
"As you have all noticed, the sanctuary isn't just a small world anymore. It's now as big as Blue Star. And the population isn't far off from Blue Star. So I suggest you increase the nobles for better governance and administration. As for me, I plan to take care of the last problem within Blue Star and then the last Chapter of Blue Star will be closed for good," Aaron informed, opening a rift once more as he made his way to Blue Star, to finish his last mission. The rift shimmered, a portal to vengeance, his steps echoing with purpose.
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"System draw," Aaron called out, a little bit pissed. Once again he had missed a good four months to receive rewards. The rift closed behind him, Blue Star's air hitting him like a familiar slap, the planet's restored landscape a testament to his power.
[Congratulations on gaining the sovereign rank item, seal breaker's token (one time use).]
[Seal breaker's token]
Breaks the seal on any locked abilities of yours for an instant. The unlocked ability can be used only once before it is locked.
"Great. My luck is back to being shitty," Aaron sighed, not dwelling too much on the reward. The token felt like a consolation prize in his lucky draw system, useful but not the jackpot he craved.
"Status," Aaron muttered to check just how much he had grown before he meets his prey. The familiar window popped up in his mind, stats glowing like a progression report card.
[Aaron Highborn]
Race: Primogenitor Hybrid (Vampire-Werewolf)
Rank: God (★★★★)
Strength: ★★★★
Agility: ★★★★
Vitality: ∞
Stamina: ∞
Mana: ∞
Luck: ★★★★
Charm: ★★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★★
Talent:
SSS Rank Lucky Halo
SSS Swordsmanship
SSS Charm
SS Lightning King
Bloodlines:
SS Naga Bloodline
★★★★ Nightstalker Bloodline
★★★★ Conservative Bloodline
★★★★ Ripper Bloodline
★★★★ Nightmare Bloodline
★★ Eclipse Bloodline
"I have just one word for my status. Beautiful."
[CONGRATULATIONS!]
[YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY UNLOCKED LEVEL TWO OF YOUR SYSTEM!]
"You don't have to do too much. It's just level two," Aaron said with a flat face, his excitement tempered, the system's fanfare feeling overdone.
[...]
[3..2..1...]
"Yes!!!!!! Finally!!" Aaron said, screaming at the top of his voice excitedly. Dignity? Pride? Self respect? To hell with all of that. As long as Aaron was concerned, none of those mattered anymore. Not to him. His shout echoed across the restored landscape, birds scattering in surprise, his hybrid heart pounding with joy.
[You have become so easy to predict. To think this is the emperor of some people. Tsk. Game's gone.]
Aaron ignored the system's antics. He didn't care what the system was saying. All he wanted to know was the benefit of his upgrade. The level-up felt like a major lucky draw milestone, his mind buzzing with anticipation.
"Alright, system. What are the benefits?" Aaron asked, anticipation bubbling within him, his eyes gleaming as he waited for the reveal.
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SYSTEM BENEFIT :
•Lower limit: The lowest tier of reward you can draw is god tier.
•Guaranteed draw: You get a draw with a guaranteed reward after every ten draws.
•Intermediate gift pack: You gain the intermediate gift pack.
•Accumulation: You can choose to not draw daily and accumulate your draws (maximum of a month worth of draws) to increase the probability of drawing a better reward.
"That's all? Tsk. Stingy system. And here I was being so happy," Aaron clicked his tongue in mocked annoyance. The words came out with a dramatic sigh, his face twisting in exaggerated disappointment, the sanctuary's quiet air feeling heavier with his frustration in this reincarnated grind.
[You know I'm always willing to keep the intermediate reward till you learn to appreciate my awesomeness.]
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Why on earth would I want to say something negative about you?" Aaron said shamelessly. His voice dripped with false sincerity, a grin spreading across his face as he played up the flattery, his hybrid heart racing with the fear of losing out on the pack.
[Tsk. Shameless indeed.]
"My intermediate gift please," Aaron pleaded, scared that the system might change its mind in the end. His eyes widened like a kid begging for candy, the system's silence stretching like a tense lucky draw spin.
Intermediate Pack Contents:
1. Upgrade card ×1
2. Random bloodline ×1
3. Random talent ×1
4. Random skill ×1
5. Random item ×1
6. Random pet/mount ×1
[Open the intermediate pack?]
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Aaron roared at the top of his voice, the fact that there was no one within Blue Star the only reason he could save his face. His shout echoed across the empty landscape, birds scattering from distant trees, his hybrid body trembling with excitement as the system's prompt felt like hitting the jackpot in his reincarnated adventure.
[Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:]
1. Upgrade card – Can upgrade any talent of the host to the next level (limit: sovereign talent).
The card materialized in Aaron's hand, a shimmering piece of ethereal paper glowing with golden edges, its surface etched with ancient runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. He turned it over, feeling the power radiating from it, a tool that could push his abilities to new heights in this world of endless progression.
2. Sovereign rank bloodline - Golden siren
The Golden Siren is a sovereign bloodline born of divine allure and oceanic supremacy. Said to descend from a primordial songstress who once bewitched gods and drowned empires, this bloodline grants the host unrivaled dominion over voice, charm, and soul resonance. Every word, every note, every whisper carries power—capable of bending minds, summoning tides, and even commanding life and death through harmonic authority.
The golden hue represents both purity and supremacy: unlike common sirens who manipulate through base temptation, the Golden Siren embodies absolute sovereignty of will through sound.
Where others plead, you command. Where others sing, you decree.
Abilities:
Divine Resonance
Your voice harmonizes with the laws of existence. Any spoken command or sung note carries an irresistible compulsion, bypassing ordinary resistance.
The higher your intent and authority, the stronger the effect—capable of bending even sovereign beings to hesitation.
Siren's Majesty
Your presence exudes divine allure. Mortals see you as flawless; higher beings perceive a sovereign aura that demands reverence.
Grants natural loyalty from followers and dread in enemies.
Even silence becomes influence; your mere gaze may sway emotions.
Ocean's Dominion
Full command over water and sea-related phenomena.
Summon tsunamis, shape currents, walk upon oceans, or part seas with a song.
Sea creatures instinctively submit to your will.
Golden Hymn
By weaving sound into divine melody, you can heal allies, restore mana, or purge curses and corruption.
Advanced hymns can revive the recently dead, though at a steep personal cost.
Sovereign Echo
Your voice leaves behind an eternal resonance. Even if silenced or slain, your last words echo across space and time, carrying the weight of your decree.
Can be used to mark enemies, bind vows, or leave behind sovereign blessings.
Celestial Harmony
Perfect synchronization with ambient mana and laws of the world.
Your songs may alter reality subtly—calming storms, shifting fate, or unraveling illusions.
Abyssal Lament (Ultimate)
A forbidden cry that channels the despair of drowned civilizations.
Can annihilate entire armies, sink continents, or shatter souls directly with despair-laden soundwaves.
Once invoked, the battlefield itself becomes your stage—an unavoidable requiem of destruction.
The bloodline surged into Aaron like a tidal wave, his veins glowing golden for a moment, the power of song and sea merging with his hybrid nature, a new layer of sovereignty that made him feel like a true emperor of waves and whispers.
3. God rank talent: Ember of eternity
The Ember of Eternity is a god-rank talent born from the undying flame that outlives even death itself. Those who awaken it carry a fragment of the "first fire," a flame said to have ignited creation. It cannot be fully extinguished, only dimmed, and its presence ensures the bearer rises again and again from ruin.
This is not mere fire—it is persistence, immortality, and rebirth forged into flame.
Abilities:
1. Undying Spark (Passive)
Your life force clings to existence. As long as a single ember burns within you, your soul resists death.
Fatal damage once per battle is negated, restoring you with a burning core of vitality.
2. Immortal Flame (Passive)
Your flames ignore resistance. Water turns to steam, ice to vapor, barriers to ash.
Fire-based attacks burn concepts, illusions, and curses as if they were dry tinder.
3. Ashen Rebirth (Active)
Sacrifice your current form, exploding into an inferno that devastates your surroundings.
You reform in a new body from the ashes, temporarily boosted in strength, speed, and flame potency.
4. Eternal Blaze (Passive)
Your fire intensifies the longer you remain in combat.
Stages: Warmth → Inferno → Starfire → Cataclysmic Flame. Each stage exponentially increases damage and area of effect.
5. Phoenix's Will (Ultimate Active)
Manifest a phoenix of immortal flame that soars across the battlefield.
Allies within its wings are healed and revitalized; enemies are consumed by divine fire.
When the phoenix dissipates, lingering flames create a sanctuary for allies and a death zone for foes.
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6. Scorchbrand (Active)
Any wound you inflict continues to burn until healed by divine or higher means.
Flames etch into the enemy's soul, making them weaker the longer the brand remains.
7. Infernal Dominion (Active)
Establish a battlefield-wide domain of eternal flame.
Inside this zone: your attacks are empowered, allies gain flame resistance, and enemies take continuous fire damage.
8. Burning Memory (Passive)
Every death you've suffered engraves a mark into your flames.
Each resurrection slightly strengthens your fire and grants immunity to the last method of your demise.
9. Solar Ascension (Active)
Channel the "first fire" into your body, transforming temporarily into a humanoid sun.
Emits blinding light, searing heat, and devastating flames that melt through armor, stone, and divine barriers alike.
The talent ignited within Aaron like a spark in dry tinder, his body warming with an internal flame, the "first fire" fragment embedding in his soul, promising endless rebirths in his empire-building quest.
4. Sovereign rank skill Astral sever
By condensing mana into a blade edge so fine it resonates with astral energy, you create a strike that cuts not only matter but also the mana channels within your opponent. This is a skill of precision — not overwhelming destruction, but perfect disruption.
Abilities:
1. Mana Edge
Infuses your weapon with astral-condensed mana, sharp enough to cleave through most magical constructs.
Physical durability matters little; what it cuts is the flow of energy.
2. Channel Disruption
Strikes temporarily sever the enemy's mana flow in the targeted area.
Wounds may cause spell misfires, reduced casting speed, or loss of control over mana.
3. Astral Wave
A ranged crescent of condensed mana launched from your blade.
Travels at extreme speed, weaker than the direct strike but still lethal.
4. Resonance Cut
If aimed at a spell or barrier, the strike resonates with its mana signature and unravels it.
Higher mana investment increases the chance of piercing even sovereign-level defenses.
5. Eclipse Slash (Ultimate)
Pour immense mana into a single swing, generating a massive astral arc that suppresses all mana in its path.
Enemies caught within the arc find their mana momentarily sealed, leaving them vulnerable.
Heavy drain — may consume most of your reserves in one use.
The skill settled into Aaron's arsenal like a sharpened blade, his mind visualizing the precision cuts, a tool for disrupting enemies in his path to dominance.
5. God rank item: Eclipse crown
Forged from a fallen star that bathed in both sunlight and moonlight, the Eclipse Crown embodies the balance of radiance and shadow. Once worn by an ancient sovereign who ruled both day and night, it grants the bearer the ability to bend light and darkness as extensions of their will.
Abilities :
1. Dual Dominion
Gain mastery over both light and darkness mana.
Can switch between them instantly, or merge them to form eclipse energy.
2. Crown's Aura
While worn, allies within range gain boosted mana recovery and clarity of mind.
Enemies feel a subtle suppression, as if their energy is constantly being drained by alternating brightness and shadow.
3. Solar Flare (Active)
Release a devastating beam of condensed solar mana, burning through magical defenses and scorching the battlefield.
Strong against undead, demons, and shadow creatures.
4. Umbral Veil (Active)
Cloak yourself in living shadow, rendering you untouchable by basic detection and weakening incoming attacks.
Lasts only while mana is supplied.
5. Eclipse Domain (Ultimate)
Envelop the battlefield in twilight, where light and darkness merge.
Within this domain, your control over both elements becomes absolute, while enemies suffer disorientation, weaker vision, and unstable mana flow.
Tremendously mana-intensive — prolonged use can burn through reserves quickly.
The Eclipse Crown is not a passive artifact. It amplifies what already exists within you, but the more you rely on its power, the closer your soul edges toward being split between light and shadow. Bearers who lack balance often collapse into madness.
The crown appeared in Aaron's hand, its metal cool and heavy, the gems embedded in it shifting between light and dark, a perfect complement to his hybrid nature.
6. God rank mount: Netherdrake Seraphis
The Netherdrake Seraphis is a divine beast born in the collision between a dying star and an abyssal rift. With scales shimmering like obsidian glass veined with starlight, its wings fold space itself, carrying its rider across realms. Though it carries the aura of destruction, its loyalty is unshakable once bonded — it recognizes only one master for eternity.
Abilities :
1. Voidflame Breath
Breathes black fire laced with void energy that burns both body and mana simultaneously.
Leaves behind flames that linger until the target's energy is exhausted.
2. Abyssal Wings
Each wingbeat distorts space, allowing instant short-range warps.
Can ferry its rider across realms with enough mana investment.
3. Starlit Scales
Its body is coated in scales that reflect celestial light, granting natural resistance to most elemental attacks.
When under moonlight or starlight, its defenses become twice as strong.
4. Soul-Bonded Roar
A roar that shakes the spirit rather than the ear.
Weak-minded foes flee in terror; stronger ones experience mana disruption for several seconds.
5. Netherguard Pact (Unique Bond)
Once bonded, Seraphis shares a fraction of its vitality with its master.
If the rider falls in battle, the Netherdrake may sacrifice its own life force to revive them once.
The mount materialized with a roar, its obsidian scales gleaming, wings folding space with a ripple, its loyalty locking onto Aaron like a system bond.
"Is it just me, or do the rewards feel so low and poor?" Aaron asked genuinely, failing to see the use of the intermediate reward. He stood alone on Blue Star's restored plains, the wind carrying the faint scent of earth and mana, his long white hair swaying as he frowned at the system's prompt, the glow of his stats window fading in his mind.
[Or maybe the host is just too OP now that the ability looks subpar. Having a Primordial talent and blessing already is insane.]
"Perhaps you're right. Now it's time to have a little conversation with some old buddies," Aaron smiled, his grin sharp and predatory, the thrill of the hunt igniting his hybrid blood like a lucky draw jackpot ready to be claimed.
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Chapter 137: MEETING OLD BUDDIES
He appeared at the location Draken and co were hiding in an instant, time step doing the job. The world blurred around him, space folding under his will, and he materialized before a fortified building.
Getting to the door of the building that housed the basement, Aaron knocked politely. The sound echoed dully against the reinforced steel, a mocking courtesy in the desolate silence of Blue Star.
"Who's in? I wish to see my old friends," Aaron said loud enough for anyone to hear, his voice calm but laced with menace, then opted to wait for five minutes, leaning casually against the wall, his senses scanning for life.
"No one's home? Or is there danger in the house?" Aaron asked, his face etched with mock concern, his eyes glinting with dark amusement as the silence stretched.
"I'm sorry, but I'll be opening the door to ensure everyone is safe," Aaron smiled, placing his hand on the door. With a simple application of force, he broke the door, the metal crumpling like paper under his god-tier strength, splinters scattering as he stepped into the dim interior.
"Wow. You guys live extremely well. That's fantastic," Aaron praised, talking to absolutely no one as he made his way to the basement spot. The building's halls were cold, lined with cracked stone and flickering runes, the air thick with the hum of forbidden machinery.
"A shady basement. Something really is going on!" Aaron frowned, enjoying his little act as he forced the basement door open, the hinges screaming in protest. He descended the flight of stairs with calmness, slowness, and purpose, like a villain boss cracking open the heroes' hiding spot, each step echoing with deliberate menace.
Reaching the very end of the basement, he saw the horror on Nathan's face, the impatient and annoyed look on Draken's face, and the miserable look on the siphoned Geralt's face. The room was a grim laboratory, lit by sickly red lights, tubes snaking from bodies to a pulsing corruption device, the air heavy with the scent of blood and ozone.
"Yo, you all. It's been a while. Draken, or what exactly should I call you, demon? You don't have Draken's face on after all," Aaron said, walking closer to the trio, his voice dripping with cold amusement, his eyes scanning the device's 99% corruption gauge.
"Aaron. It's been a while. How have you been, buddy?" Nathan asked, squeezing a dry smile on his face, his eyes darting nervously, sweat beading on his forehead under Aaron's piercing gaze.
"I'm good, man. To think you joined the losing side. Even with your divining eye, you still chose the wrong side. You've never been so blind in my eyes," Aaron said, a disappointed look on his face, his voice low, the weight of betrayal settling like a debuff in his heart.
"Don't blame me. When I divined the future of this world, the demons won. Blue Star became their home, and humanity was enslaved. So, I didn't choose the wrong side. It's just that an anomaly that even the universe couldn't understand chose the other side," Nathan replied dejectedly, his shoulders slumping, his voice trembling with the realization of his miscalculation.
"I see. Oh, let me tell you this. If you were planning to buy time against me, then I'll have to regrettably inform you that's a waste of time. It's borderline ironic to try to buy time against me," Aaron said, his eyes on the device. The percentage rate of the device allowed Aaron to know the reason for Nathan's chatty self, the 99.9% glowing mockingly on the screen.
"Just look away for a minute, and this will all be done," Nathan requested, forcing a smile on his face, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to maintain composure.
"So, Nathan. Tell me all the negative things you have done," Aaron said, his eyes glowing golden-red as his compulsion ability was strengthened by his new Golden Siren bloodline, the air vibrating with his voice's harmonic power.
"That's not going to work on me, Aaron. I'm a blessed—" Nathan said satisfactorily, his smirk smug. Draken had filled him in on vampires and their respective abilities. Nathan was aware of the compulsive abilities of vampires and the inability of it to affect blessed. Or so he thought.
"I stole my father's money when I was a kid by using divination. I used divination to predict the route of one of the friends I hated and sabotaged the path, ensuring he crashed on his bicycle and sustained some serious injuries. I..." Nathan's voice spilled out, his eyes widening in horror as his tongue betrayed him, the vampires compulsion strengthened by Aaron's siren bloodline easilu infiltrated Nathan's mind.
"Stop!" Aaron said, stretching his hand outward. "The nastiest one only. I don't wish to be here for a long time," he recompelled, his voice sharp, the golden-red glow in his eyes intensifying, the basement's air growing heavier with his presence.
"I assisted in the experiment of human Chimera and helped in the success. It was I that fueled the hate between the student council and you. Helped in the destruction of Blue Star and..." Nathan's voice cracked, his confession pouring out like a flood, his face paling under the weight of his sins.
"Alright. I've heard enough. You can't be allowed to live. Although, I was trying so hard to let you live from our little time bonding. But I guess not," Aaron shook his head disappointedly, watching Draken, who was holding his breath as the corruption percentage reached 99.9%. The demon's eyes were fixed on the device, desperation etched in his tense posture.
"Remember what I told you guys about the irony of trying to buy time against me?" Aaron asked, a smirk on his face, his voice dripping with mockery, the air crackling with his god-tier aura.
His words drew the attention of Nathan, Draken, and the weakened Geralt, their eyes snapping to him, dread pooling in their gazes like a failed save point.
"I meant—"
"Hope we didn't arrive late?" A voice said from behind, cutting Aaron short. The basement door creaked as two figures stepped through, their presence heavy with divine energy.
Two men, with the appearance of young men in their mid-thirties, appeared through the basement door. Their auras radiated god-tier power, their eyes sharp and assessing, the air around them shimmering with latent mana.
"Cain. Rain. You finally appeared," Draken sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly, a flicker of hope in his demonic eyes.
"Yeah. Took a lot of time to consolidate our strength after becoming gods. But as promised, we're here to deal with whatever or whoever you want us to, to repay the favor," Rain said, his voice calm but cold.
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Chapter 138: 139: AN END TO OLD STRIFE
"You... what did you do?" Draken asked, a frown creasing his demonic face, his eyes darting to the empty tubes, the corruption device frozen at 99.9%. The basement's sickly red glow pulsed faintly, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and dark magic.
"I simply froze time in the area around me. Now, back to our little conversation," Aaron smiled, his voice cold and sharp, a predator savoring his prey. He wasn't about to waste any more time blabbing—he had an empire to run, and these nuisances were mere side quests in his reincarnated grind.
"Aaron, for the sake of old—" Nathan wasn't allowed to finish his words as Aaron's hand shot out, gripping his neck tightly. The traitor's eyes bulged, his breath catching under the crushing force of Aaron's god-tier strength.
"I hate traitors. I really do. And even if making you a hybrid would ensure you never betray me, I won't be pleased knowing I didn't end your life. It would be efficient to keep you alive, but more satisfying to kill you," Aaron said coldly, every ounce of playfulness vanishing from his face, his golden-red eyes glowing with the menace of his Golden Siren bloodline.
"Urgh... how... I'm... a blessed," Nathan groaned, shock widening his eyes as Aaron bypassed his domain, the air vibrating with the harmonic power of Aaron's compulsion.
"So am I," Aaron affirmed, his voice a low growl. "Stay put and do nothing," he turned to Geralt and Draken, his compulsion locking them in place, their bodies rigid as if bound by invisible chains, the basement's hum intensifying with his presence.
"Hahahahaha," Nathan, still held, laughed aloud, a manic edge to his voice. "Even in death, I'll have the last laugh," he smiled, blood oozing from his covered eyes as he aged at an insane rate, his skin wrinkling like ancient parchment. He knew Aaron wouldn't spare him—his time with Aaron had shown how decisive the emperor could be, his chances of survival infinitely close to zero.
"They're coming for you, Aaron. They're extremely close, and you will—" Nathan's words cut off as Aaron ripped his heart from his chest, blood splattering the floor, the wet thud echoing in the frozen basement.
"Did you really think I'd give you the satisfaction of killing yourself?" Aaron asked coldly, tossing Nathan's heart to the ground. He watched as Nathan's body aged rapidly, crumbling to dust, the traitor's smugness disintegrating like a failed save point.
Whatever Nathan saw, Aaron couldn't care less. Whoever was coming would face the same fate as everyone before them—defeat. His hybrid heart burned with resolve, the system's power pulsing within him like a lucky draw jackpot.
"Now, on to the next," Aaron said, turning his gaze to Draken and Geralt, his eyes gleaming with cold intent, the air crackling with his god-tier aura.
"Curse of Immortality," he said coldly, watching as Draken and Geralt were plagued with the curse, their bodies trembling as eternal suffering took hold, the same fate Endrick had endured, a punishment woven from Aaron's wrath.
"Luck Drain," he used on Geralt, the one he hated most. The man's aura dimmed, his essence siphoned like a debuff stacking endlessly, his miserable expression twisting further under the weight of Aaron's power.
"You, tomorrow will be your day," Aaron said coldly to Draken, opening a rift to the sanctuary. He sent the demon through, imprisoning him in a cell where escape was impossible, his fate sealed to suffer after his luck was drained. The rift closed with a shimmer, leaving Aaron alone with Geralt.
Aaron returned to Blue Star to finish the last task: devouring Blue Star's core. He stood thousands of meters below the surface, at the central point of the planet, the core pulsing before him, its surface marred by corruption, a sickly black veins crawling across its radiant blue glow.
"Tell me there'll be no complications from devouring this core," Aaron asked, staring at the corrupted core, his hand hovering over its surface, the air heavy with raw energy.
[There won't if you devour it. But you won't get the maximum effect from it as is. The corruption is weakening the energy essence within the core,] the system advised, its voice a dry hum in his mind, like a game master warning of a suboptimal choice.
"Then that settles it," Aaron muttered, placing his hand on the core, its surface warm and thrumming under his touch, the corruption pulsing like a heartbeat.
"Time Reversal," he said calmly, his voice resonating with power. The corruption on Blue Star's core unraveled, black veins receding as the radiant blue returned, purified by his temporal command, the air shimmering with the reversal's energy.
"Done. Bon appétit," Aaron said, pressing both palms on the core, siphoning its energy. The core's power flooded into him, a torrent of raw mana surging through his veins, his hybrid body glowing as he absorbed its essence.
While siphoning, Aaron felt a foreign force attempting to transfer his consciousness to another plane. The force was gentle, lacking ill intent, and he sensed it was tied to Blue Star's core, a quiet invitation rather than a demand.
Curious about what Blue Star wanted, he allowed his consciousness to be taken, the world fading as his mind slipped into a new realm, the sensation like diving into a cosmic lucky draw.
"Welcome. I was beginning to worry you wouldn't accept my invitation," a calm, feminine voice said, soothing as a gentle tide, echoing in the ethereal space around him.
Aaron turned, surprised to find a beautiful young lady in a white silk dress, her blue eyes and hair shimmering like the ocean, her earth-toned skin glowing softly. Her perfect figure and enchanting smile felt hypnotic, a presence that rivaled his Golden Siren allure.
"And you are?" Aaron asked, impressed by her beauty, his voice tinged with curiosity as he took in the surreal plane, a soft blue mist swirling around them.
The lady giggled at Aaron's antics. "You know who I am already. Plus, don't you think it's a bit much to desire a planet?" she asked, her smile teasing, her eyes twinkling with playful knowledge.
"I see. You're the planet's will, aren't you?" Aaron asked, sitting in a seat she provided, the chair soft and warm, formed from the plane's mist, his senses still reeling from the encounter.
"Yes. You can call me Blue Star," she smiled, her voice like a melody, the space around her pulsing with the planet's life force.
"Blue Star. Nice to meet you. So, to what do I owe this interesting meeting?" Aaron asked, leaning back, his tone casual but intrigued, the mist swirling gently around him.
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Chapter 139: 138: MEETING OLD BUDDIES II
"That would be me. The person they want you to deal with is me," Aaron said, turning his head as he scanned the two men before him, giving the aura of gods. His eyes narrowed, assessing their power, a faint smile playing on his lips as he sensed their strength.
"It seems you guys are the first humans, with me out of the equation perhaps, to become gods," Aaron praised, his tone genuine but laced with a challenge, his hybrid senses tingling with the thrill of a new fight.
"It is so. Nathan. Is it true? Is he the one?" Rain asked, a frown creasing his face, his hand twitching toward a weapon at his side.
Nathan nodded his head slowly, hoping Rain and Cain could get the job done and save him from his impending doom.
Rain and Cain. If Geralt was the human with the fastest growth rate, then Rain and Cain were not considered humans at all. The duo had been best friends since childhood, climbing together, each acting as the other's support as they aimed for the top.
They both became demigods at the age of twenty-five before reaching a roadblock. Reaching demigod was the limit of their growth phase. Unlike others, they couldn't become gods no matter how they tried.
That's where Nathan came in to offer them a solution, his actions all part of Draken's plan. With divination, Nathan was able to find a solution, the elixir, which he told them the location of with the deal of them owing him a favor, a debt they had arrived to pay.
"So? What did you want us to do to him?" Rain asked, staring at Aaron without a single emotion on his face. They weren't guilty or pleased with the task they had to do. They didn't allow themselves to feel pity or any form of emotion. Just deal with it like collateral damage and be on their way with their freedom earned.
"Alright, guys. You're jumping the gun already," Aaron said, breaking the tense atmosphere. His voice was light, but his eyes glowed with a dangerous intensity, the air vibrating with his God tier aura.
"Nathan. Since we were once friends, and we shared some happy moments together, I'll offer you a quick death and won't punish you too badly. Geralt. You've been annoying. Even tried to kill me once. Tried to kill my sister once as well. You're a bad, bad, bad boy," Aaron shook his head, like a teacher scolding a naughty child, his tone mocking but laced with cold fury.
"You will suffer the fate of Endrick. A gruesome eternal years of suffering and luck deprivation. The same fate that Draken will share as well. As for you two," Aaron said calmly, turning to face Rain and Cain after giving his verdict to Nathan and co. "I have some use for you," Aaron said, his eyes glowing red and gold, the air humming with his compulsion.
"Don't move an inch," he commanded, turning to face Nathan once more. His voice resonated like a divine decree, the Golden Siren's power weaving through the air, inescapable.
Rain and Cain were shocked beyond words. They tried everything within them to move a muscle but realized after countless attempts that it was impossible, their bodies refusing to disobey the man before them, their god-tier auras faltering under his command.
"Good. Now. What did I say about time before some guests interrupted us? Right. It's irony to buy time when your opponent is me. Stagnant Zone," Aaron called, time within the entire room coming to a halt, including the corruption percentage. The air froze, the device's 99.9% glowing still, the world locked in his temporal grip.
Within the frozen time, Aaron moved unhurriedly, freeing those tied to tubes, including Geralt. His hands were steady, pulling the tubes free with care, the metallic clinks muffled in the halted time.
He stared at the dried-up corpses before him with a calm look. Some of them were people he knew—Levi, Liam, Dream, Joseph, Vinemaster, and some new faces. They were all dead, the essence in their bodies completely used up, their forms skeletal and drained, a grim testament to Draken's cruelty.
With purpose, Aaron injected his blood into every one of them, bringing them back to life. But they all remained frozen still in the time halt sphere, their eyes glowing faintly as his immortal blood took hold, vitality creeping back into their forms.
"Things might get nasty later on," Aaron thought, changing his mind about seeking the opinion of Rain and Cain before turning them. He simply fed them his blood and killed them, their bodies collapsing in the frozen time, the transformation beginning as his blood worked its magic. The rest could be explained afterwards as he sent them to the sanctuary through a rift, the portal shimmering briefly.
After that, Aaron found two more corpses. Compared to the others, these two weren't just dried but mummified, dry like they had been turned to mummies for over a thousand years, their forms brittle and ancient, connected to tubes in a separate corner of the basement.
Staring at those corpses, tears fell from his eyes. He didn't know the reason, he couldn't control it, but his heart ached seeing those two corpses still connected to the tubes away from the others. The pain was raw, a visceral pull from his reincarnated soul, as if his body remembered what his mind did not.
"Mum. Dad," Aaron called softly, walking slowly toward them. He might not know them, after all, he was just a reincarnated person, but his body did, and every emotion one could feel from seeing their parents after so long, especially when they were suffering, Aaron felt. The heartache, the sadness, the agony—his body ensured he felt all of them, his hybrid heart pounding with grief.
With a shaky hand, Aaron brought down his parents from the tubes, feeding them his immortal blood as he watched with happiness, the colors and vitality returning to the dead corpses. Their skin softened, their eyes flickered, life seeping back under his power, a bittersweet victory.
He hugged his parents' bodies softly, before sending them to the sanctuary, leaving those within it to handle it. The rift closed behind them, a gentle hum in the frozen time, his heart heavy but resolute.
He knew he couldn't afford to be distracted and take a lot of time. He wasn't a fan of the cliché of heroes wasting so much time until some negative event occurred. He always believed in effective and quick action when he could. Call it a businessman's instinct; he sure as hell planned to follow that principle to the letter.
"Welcome back," Aaron smiled, allowing time to flow once more, as he smiled at the three nuisances to him. He was going to punish them, but he wanted them to see him while he did just that, his eyes glowing with cold intent, the basement's air crackling with his power.
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Chapter 140: TURNED PLANET
"Your plan to devour me. Honestly speaking, I don't wish to be devoured. I want to live. Selfish as it is, I don't think anyone wants to die, right?" she asked, her smile softening, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
"Interesting. So planets have feelings, huh?"
"Not generally. Let's just say I'm the oddball. Perhaps there are others like me, but most planets' wills are just mere consciousnesses with no emotions or feelings, just random programs to operate and save lives within them. Well, at least that's how I was until you happened," she said, her voice carrying a trace of wonder.
"Me?" Aaron asked, confused, pointing at himself in surprise, his brow furrowing as the surreal situation sank in.
"Yes, you did," she nodded, her twinkling blue eyes locking onto his, a spark of connection in her gaze.
"How?" Aaron asked, lost, his mind racing to piece together the anomaly.
"You turned me. As crazy as it sounds, you turned me," Blue Star explained, her voice steady but filled with awe, the mist around her shimmering brighter.
Aaron stared at Blue Star, a migraine brewing from her words. He hadn't felt so lost in a long time, the cosmic absurdity hitting like a system error in his reincarnated journey.
"What do you mean I turned you? How did I even do that?" Aaron asked, his voice tinged with exasperation, his hand rubbing his temple.
"I don't know. But if I had to guess, some criteria had to be met. First, you turned every living human I'm connected to. But that's just a prerequisite, I presume. Your last crazy actions should be the actual cause," Blue Star informed, her tone calm but intrigued.
"Crazy actions?" Aaron asked, still confused, his mind spinning like a failed draw calculation.
"Covering my body entirely with blood. Unlike normal water, your never-dying blood found its way to my core," she explained further, her voice soft but precise, the mist forming faint images of blood seas.
"Your core. I see," Aaron said, linking the clues slowly, his hybrid senses tingling as the pieces fell into place.
"But to be turned, you have to be—"
"Dead. I'm aware. And crazily, that happened moments ago when the corruption reached 99.9%. My will was taken over, and I was dead. So I turned. To a hybrid," Blue Star said, still smiling, her form radiating a serene power.
A turned planet. Since reincarnating, Aaron had heard crazy things, but none crazier than this. His mind reeled, the anomaly defying even his system's logic, a cosmic jackpot he hadn't expected.
"How's that possible?" Aaron asked, still unable to process it, his voice low, the weight of the revelation pressing on him.
"It's a very rare occurrence. An anomaly that should never occur but did by a stroke of luck. Should you try to intentionally replicate it, all you'd end up with is failure. It's a pure miracle that goes beyond just the universe and the Primordial realm itself. But then again, everything you keep doing is an anomaly," another voice said within the space, familiar and snarky.
"Huh? System?" Aaron called out, staring at a young man seated a distance away, his features eerily identical to Aaron's own, down to the sharp jawline and piercing eyes.
"Welcome. I was looking forward to seeing you too," Blue Star greeted, her gaze respectful, a slight bow of her head toward the system's avatar.
"Yo. I've been looking forward to this day. Although it came quicker than I expected. Credits to Miss Beautiful there," the young man, Aaron's system, said, his voice dripping with smug amusement, his grin mirroring Aaron's own.
Aaron was left speechless. If he could, he would've passed out from the sheer shock of the moment, his heart pounding with the absurdity of facing his system's avatar.
"Is this your real face? Why the fuck do you look exactly like me?!" Aaron asked, staring at his system with heartache, his voice cracking with disbelief, the dream of punching the system shattering like a failed draw.
All his fantasies came crashing down. His dreams of one day punching the system flew out the window, ripping Aaron's heart with pain, the betrayal stinging like a cosmic debuff.
"Tsk. You're still annoying," the system clicked its tongue, its tone mocking, its eyes glinting with playful disdain.
"Even my voice! How did you—"
"Refrain from asking me personal questions for now. Let's not risk some unnecessary intervention while we consider what to do," the system informed, forcing Aaron to swallow his billion-dollar questions, his jaw clenching in frustration.
"What should we do, system?" Aaron asked, stressing his brain to come up with a plan. Why bother when he had his system, the ultimate cheat code in this reincarnated game?
Boom!
"Ouch! What was that for?" Aaron yelled, holding his jaw, the sudden punch from the system's avatar stinging like a critical hit, his eyes watering with indignation.
"Hah. Satisfying. I've always wanted to do that," the system said, a happy smile on its face, its fist still raised as if savoring the moment.
"We'll likely be leaving soon enough. And we can't exactly drag your large planetary body along. How do we fix that?" Aaron asked, turning to Blue Star. "Is there any way we can bring this form to the physical world?" he asked critically, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Hah. Already thinking of adding her to your harem. You really are crazy," the system shook its head disappointedly, its tone dripping with sarcasm, its eyes rolling dramatically.
"Let me be," Aaron replied, waving off the jab, his focus on Blue Star's serene form, her presence a puzzle he needed to solve.
"That... I don't know," Blue Star replied, her voice uncertain, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of worry.
"I think I might have an idea. You'll have to destroy the entire planet, Aaron," the system instructed, its tone serious now, the playful edge gone.
"Why? I thought the plan was to not kill her?"
"She's turned already, dummy. She's an immortal. With your blessing, and since she's tied to you, she'll be transferred to the sanctuary. With my assistance, we can help her retain this form," the system explained, its voice steady, a rare note of cooperation.
"Oh. I see. That should work. But do you really think I have the strength to destroy an entire planet?" Aaron asked seriously, his brow furrowing. Could a god destroy a planet? The question hung heavy, a challenge to his god-tier status.
"You just have to find out, don't you?" the system replied, its grin returning, a spark of mischief in its eyes.
"Challenge accepted, you bastard," Aaron said, a grin spreading across his face as he prepared to leave, his hybrid blood thrumming with anticipation.
"And it's refreshing to talk to you one-on-one while seeing you, bro," Aaron smiled, his consciousness slowly returning, the ethereal plane fading like a completed quest.
"Likewise," the system replied, watching Aaron leave, its form merging back into his consciousness, a faint chuckle echoing as the connection closed.
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Chapter 141: OUTMATCHED I
Aaron's consciousness slammed back into his body, a surge of primal energy igniting his veins like wildfire. He took a fleeting moment to gather his scattered thoughts, his mind a storm of defiance and resolve. With a guttural roar, tattered fallen angel wings—black as the void and shimmering with ghostly obsidian light—erupted from his back. He rocketed from Blue Star's molten core, slicing through the planet's turbulent, storm-wracked sky, the air screaming in his wake. Breaking free of the atmosphere, he hovered in space, stars glittering like shards of a shattered dream around him.
"All right. Let's do this," Aaron growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the vacuum. His golden eyes flared like twin supernovas, radiating an untamed ferocity as he unleashed his aura in a cataclysmic wave. The energy rippled outward, warping the fabric of space, a testament to his power. For the first time, he'd chosen to face a challenge with unrelenting seriousness, casting aside his usual smirk for a resolve as unyielding as the stars themselves.
Raising his hand, he summoned a colossal torrent of blood—an ocean of crimson that churned with unnatural vitality, vast enough to drown Blue Star in its entirety. The scarlet tide pulsed under the starlight, a living force of destruction that seemed to hum with Aaron's own heartbeat.
"Here goes!" he bellowed, his voice a thunderclap that reverberated through the void. With a flick of his will, the blood surged, vibrating at an insane frequency until it morphed into a planet-shattering drill. Its crimson edge spun with apocalyptic fury, ready to tear through anything in its path.
"You there! What do you think you're doing?" a calm yet commanding voice sliced through the cosmic silence, freezing Aaron mid-action, his blood drill hovering like a predator poised to strike.
He spun around, wings flaring wide, their ethereal feathers cutting through the void. Four towering figures stood atop a mount floating in the emptiness, their silhouettes radiating divine power. Their eyes gleamed with the arrogance of gods, gazing at Aaron as if he were a mere speck beneath their celestial judgment.
"None of your business," Aaron snapped, his tone dripping with defiance as he turned back to his task. Courtesy? That was a two-way street, and as long as they dared to look at him with contempt, he'd throw it right back in their faces.
"What do you think you're doing?" he shot back, his voice cold as the void, the group's presence grating on his nerves like a blade on stone. One of them, wreathed in searing heat, hurled a volley of purple flames that scorched the space between them, leaving trails of molten light.
"We asked you a question," Ignis said, his voice as frigid as a dying star, his fiery eyes narrowing with barely concealed irritation. Something about Aaron set him on edge—perhaps the brazen arrogance in those golden eyes or the way Aaron dismissed their divine authority without a flicker of fear.
"Fuck off. I owe you nothing," Aaron snarled, his lips curling into a sneer. With a sharp gesture, he sent the blood drill hurtling toward the group, its crimson spiral roaring with destructive intent, ready to obliterate anything in its path.
Ignis raised a hand, conjuring a single spark of black flames, deceptively small yet pulsing with apocalyptic energy. The spark collided with the blood drill, and in a blinding instant, every drop disintegrated, reduced to nothingness before it could even graze them.
"How do you wield blood like that? What race are you?" Rhaigon demanded, his draconic aura unfurling like a storm, its oppressive weight warping the space around him, making the stars flicker.
"Shut up and stop asking me questions," Aaron growled, crossing his arms over his chest, his wings twitching with barely restrained fury.
"Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson or two," Ignis said, his voice icy as he levitated from the mount's jagged crest, his presence a blazing inferno of menace.
"You guys must be slow. Am I the only one seeing those fangs? It's obvious he's a vampire," Loki said, his sly tone laced with frustration as he gestured at Aaron's sharp canines, glinting under the starlight.
"A vampire?" Rhaigon asked, his frown deepening, suspicion etching his angular features like cracks in stone.
"Have you forgotten the treaty? Vampires are forbidden from leaving their planet without a permit," Thor said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of divine law, his stormy eyes unyielding.
"What treaty? I do whatever I damn well please," Aaron shot back, his temper flaring like a supernova, his golden eyes blazing with defiance that could rival the gods themselves.
"That's not the point. How can he manipulate such a vast amount of blood? The night stalkers I've encountered couldn't dream of such a feat. Only one vampire clan has ever been that proficient," Loki mused, his analytical mind piecing together the enigma that was Aaron, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Come to think of it, Baal once mentioned a pregnant Valira whose fate was unknown," Loki added, a sly, intrigued smile curling his lips as he studied Aaron like a puzzle begging to be solved.
Without warning, Thor swung Mjolnir with godlike strength, the hammer tearing through the void at blinding speed, a trail of crackling lightning illuminating the darkness as it aimed for Aaron's heart.
"That's it!" Aaron roared, fed up with the group's relentless interference. He thrust his hand forward, intending to catch Mjolnir in a brazen act of defiance, his blood boiling with reckless courage.
[Dodge, idiot!] the system's voice blared in his mind, sharp and urgent, cutting through his haze of anger.
Splat!
Mjolnir struck, pulverizing Aaron's outstretched arms into a bloody mist, the force rippling through his body until he dissolved into a crimson haze drifting in the void, his essence scattered like ash among the stars.
"Seriously, brother? You could've let us capture him and ask questions," Loki complained, rolling his eyes with theatrical exasperation, his hands on his hips.
"Descendants of Dracula must be killed on sight. You know the rules," Thor said, his tone unyielding as iron as he extended his hand, Mjolnir returning to his grip with a low, resonant hum.
"Guess I overestimated myself," Aaron muttered, his body reforming in an instant, blood and mana knitting together seamlessly to restore his form. His golden eyes gleamed with unquenched defiance, undeterred by his brutal defeat.
"Will you look at that?" Loki said, a grin spreading across his face, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he leaned forward, ready to savor the unfolding spectacle.
"I'll have to take this seriously," Aaron said, his expression hardening into a mask of resolve as he summoned Excalibur from his inventory. The legendary blade pulsed with an eerie, silver-blue light, its edge humming with ancient power.
"Eclipse Slash!" he bellowed, swinging Excalibur with lethal precision, unleashing his newest skill. Every drop of mana within him drained in a heartbeat, leaving him hollow for a fleeting moment before surging back to its peak, his body thrumming with renewed vigor.
[Using an ultimate as your first attack? You've betrayed the culture,] the system jabbed, its tone dripping with mock disapproval, as if scolding a reckless child.
"More like I'm fixing the culture," Aaron snickered, his grin brimming with satisfaction as he watched the anti-mana slash—a shimmering crescent of void-black energy—rocket toward the group, tearing through the fabric of space itself.
"Why are you smiling?" Loki asked, his own knowing smile mirroring Aaron's, his eyes glinting with amusement.
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Chapter 142: OUTMATCHED II
Ignis stepped into the path of the anti-mana slash, raising his right hand with casual confidence. The slash struck his palm and shattered like fragile glass, its energy dissolving into the void without a trace.
"For an attack that weak, I don't need mana," Ignis said, his voice laced with disdain, his fiery gaze mocking Aaron's efforts.
"Interesting. Unconventional wings vampires don't possess, exceptional blood control, a rare sword, and an anti-mana attack. Truly intriguing," Loki said, rising to his feet, his smile widening as he sized Aaron up like a predator studying its prey.
Boom!
Aaron time-stepped, a flicker of temporal energy bending reality around him as he dodged Ignis's sudden grapple attempt. His precognition talent kicked in, letting him evade by a hair's breadth, the air crackling where Ignis's blazing hand had been.
"Urgh!" Aaron grunted, pain exploding through his body as Rhaigon materialized on his escape route, a draconic fist slamming into him with the force of a collapsing star. He hurtled across the void, stars blurring into streaks of light.
"Too slow," Aaron growled, frustration clawing at his chest. His precognition had warned him, but his reflexes couldn't match the gods' blinding speed.
[You're not too slow. They're just too fast,] the system chimed, its tone unhelpfully matter-of-fact.
"That's not helping," Aaron groaned, his voice thick with annoyance as he steadied himself in the void.
Splat!
Thor's Mjolnir struck again, reducing him to a bloody mist once more, his form disintegrating under the hammer's relentless power.
Aaron reformed instantly, only to be met by a searing blast of lightning from Thor, who stood ready, his eyes cold and expectant. The bolt obliterated Aaron to molecular fragments, scattering him into the cosmic winds.
"Why won't you stay down?" Thor asked, his voice a low rumble of divine frustration as Aaron regenerated yet again, his form coalescing from the void with infuriating persistence.
"I have to go all out!" Aaron thought, his golden eyes blazing with ferocious intensity, their glow cutting through the darkness like beacons. His nose morphed into a werewolf's, sharp and predatory, enhancing his senses. His skin paled to a ghostly white, long, razor-sharp claws sprouting from his hands. His muscles grew denser, more compact, two prominent fangs gleaming under the starlight. Iridescent dragon scales, as fine as his skin cells, coated his body, shimmering with an otherworldly sheen that deflected the void's chill.
Blood swirled around him, hardening into thick, impenetrable blood armor that encased him like a second skin, pulsating with crimson energy that seemed to hum with his heartbeat. The armor gleamed with an eerie, liquid sheen, its surface rippling as if alive.
Gripping Excalibur tightly, Aaron completed his hybrid transformation, his bones reinforced to an unbreakable density, each one thrumming with supernatural strength.
He unleashed a torrent of blood, transforming it into a potent blood essence, a corrosive force aimed at infiltrating the bodies of the group before him, seeking to unravel them from within.
"You really think we haven't found a way to neutralize Dracula's annoying ability after all this time?" Ignis said coldly, materializing before Aaron in a flicker of flame, his presence a towering inferno of menace.
Aaron lunged, aiming a precise stab with Excalibur, channeling his swordsmanship talent to outmaneuver Ignis with a flurry of calculated strikes.
They traded blows, Aaron pouring every ounce of skill into his relentless offense, his blade a silver blur slicing through the void. Ignis dodged with infuriating ease, his movements a dance of fiery grace, each step mocking Aaron's efforts.
"Decent sword skills. They'd rank among middle-tier races, but that's all there is to it," Ignis remarked, sidestepping a strike and seizing Aaron's neck in a vice-like grip, his fingers burning with latent heat.
"Hell Flames," Ignis intoned, his voice a chilling whisper as he forced dark, searing flames down Aaron's throat, their heat promising eternal torment that could burn a soul to ash.
"Since you won't die, I'll let the eternal flames burn within you," Ignis said, his eyes glinting with cruel intent, savoring the pain he inflicted.
Aaron groaned, the flames scorching his insides with unbearable agony, each nerve screaming as the fire consumed him from within. But his time talent surged, rewinding his state in a flash of temporal energy, extinguishing the eternal flames as if they'd never existed.
"Look at that. He refuses to die," Loki said, his grin widening as he stepped forward, standing beside Ignis and Aaron, whose neck remained locked in Ignis's blazing grip.
"So, how do you plan to deal with him?" Loki asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "From what we can see, he's unkillable."
"No one's unkillable. He's just a damn roach, like Dracula, refusing to die. We take him along. He's likely the anomaly we're here for," Rhaigon said, his voice dripping with disdain as he glared at Aaron like a lowly pest unworthy of their time.
Aaron felt utterly defeated, his pride battered. Despite his vast arsenal—blood control, time manipulation, hybrid transformation, and more—he was toyed with by these four divine beings, each move countered with humiliating ease, leaving no path to victory.
He'd tried everything, even probing their minds with manipulation, but every effort crumbled like dust. All except one final, desperate ability.
[Whatever you do, Aaron, don't summon him. You're not ready. This isn't the battle to call him for,] the system warned, its voice sharp and urgent, slicing through his thoughts like a blade.
"I don't care," Aaron said coldly, his eyes shifting to obsidian black, a void-like darkness swallowing their golden glow, radiating a chilling resolve.
"Aetherion," he whispered, the name barely escaping his lips, heavy with forbidden power.
Puff!
Aaron disintegrated instantly, the utterance of Aetherion's name unraveling his very existence. Not a single atom remained, his form erased from the cosmos.
Ignis frowned, his grip closing on empty air as Aaron vanished before his eyes, leaving only a faint ripple in the void.
"Whatever he did, I have a bad feeling about this," Loki said, his usual smirk faltering, his instincts screaming at him to flee as a primal dread settled in his chest.
Seconds later, Aaron reappeared, his blessing weaving him back into existence from the void itself. Unlike his previous regenerations, he was rebuilt anew, mana coalescing like cosmic building blocks to form a new vessel for his soul. There was nothing—not even an atom—to regenerate from, yet the vessel perfectly replicated every detail of his original form, down to the defiant glint in his eyes.
Aaron opened his eyes, alive once more, saved only by the unbreakable thread of his immortality, his presence a challenge to the gods themselves.
"What did you do?" Rhaigon demanded, his voice a low growl, his draconic eyes narrowing as the group watched Aaron manifest from nothingness.
"Honestly, I don't know," Aaron said, a dangerous edge to his voice, his lips curling into a defiant smirk. "But I have a strong feeling you won't like it."
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Chapter 143: GRAVE MISTAKE
[Idiot. You also won't be liking it,] the system chided, its voice echoing in Aaron's mind like a scolding parent, but Aaron simply tuned it out, his focus locked on the unfolding catastrophe.
The already dark starry night grew even darker, the vast expanse of space seeming to swallow light itself as shadows deepened across the cosmos. The surroundings began to vibrate, a low hum building into a resonant tremor that shook the very foundations of reality, stars flickering like candles in a gale.
A massive summoning circle materialized, encompassing the entire galaxy where Aaron floated. Its intricate runes glowed with an ominous, otherworldly light, pulsing in rhythm with the vibrations, as if the universe itself was breathing in anticipation—or fear.
Space quivered under the strain, the fabric of reality bending and warping like a canvas stretched too tight. Anyone attuned to the universe could hear its silent scream, the will of existence protesting as Aetherion slowly forced his way into Aaron's realm from beyond.
The apocalyptic being extended a single hand through the summoning circle, his presence intruding like an uninvited storm. As he emerged in his miniaturized form, the barrier between dimensions strained, the air—or lack thereof—crackling with raw, uncontrolled energy.
The fabric of space tore open the moment Aetherion's claw appeared, ripping like a razor slicing through delicate cloth. A colossal black hole spawned in the wake, its maw yawning wide, sucking in nearby stars, asteroids, and debris with insatiable hunger, the gravitational pull distorting light into twisted spirals.
Aaron and the others watched the spectacle unfold, their breaths held in collective tension, afraid that even the slightest sound might accelerate the destruction. The air felt thick, charged with an electric dread that made hearts race and skin prickle, the weight of impending doom pressing down on them like an invisible force.
After what felt like an eternity of gruesome devastation—planets crumbling, stars winking out, entire solar systems vanishing into the void—Aetherion fully manifested within Aaron's universe. He compressed his already miniaturized form even further, shrinking to match the size of Aaron and the group, his colossal essence now contained in a humanoid silhouette that still radiated an aura of infinite power, his form a swirling mass of shadows and cosmic dust.
Once fully present, Aetherion spared Aaron a brief glance, his gaze piercing like a blade forged from the heart of a dying star. It conveyed utter disappointment and disgust, a silent judgment that made Aaron's stomach twist. Then, without a word, Aetherion turned his attention to the four intruders, his purpose clear and unyielding.
Knowing exactly why he had been summoned, Aetherion raised a single finger, pointing it toward the group as he released a minuscule fraction of his anima—the pure, unconverted essence of his being. It was a mere whisper of his true power, yet the results were far beyond what Aaron could have imagined or handled.
Two-thirds of the universe crumbled instantly under the assault. Galaxies folded in on themselves, realities unraveling like frayed threads, the void claiming everything in a silent, merciless wave. The four beings who had tormented Aaron? They vanished without a trace, erased along with the obliterated sections of the cosmos, their divine presences snuffed out like insignificant sparks.
With two-thirds of the universe gone, the remaining structure teetered on the brink of collapse. Black holes proliferated, spawning from the instability like wounds in the fabric of existence, devouring the fragmented remnants—shattered planets, dying stars, and scattered nebulae—with voracious appetite.
Aaron stared at the scene in blank horror, his mind reeling from the sheer scale of the destruction, his golden eyes wide with shock. The cosmos, once a vibrant tapestry of life and light, now resembled a ravaged battlefield, echoes of annihilation rippling through the void.
"What the hell happened?" Aaron whispered, his chest tightening with a mix of awe and dread, his voice barely audible amid the cosmic chaos.
[What happened was the reward for not listening to my advice! I should have punched you more when I had the chance!] the system snapped, its tone laced with frustration and a hint of I-told-you-so smugness.
"I don't understand. How could he? He's just..." Aaron trailed off, struggling to process the overwhelming power he had unleashed, his hands trembling slightly as he floated amid the ruins.
[Just? That's a Primordial being you summoned to your world to handle ants. That was like 1% of its power, you fool,] the system retorted, not holding back in its verbal assault, its words hammering home the gravity of Aaron's impulsiveness.
"That's... not supposed to happen," Aaron muttered, guilt gnawing at him like a relentless parasite. He hadn't just ended billions of lives with his reckless action—he had erased quadrillions, entire civilizations wiped from existence in a blink, their stories, dreams, and legacies reduced to nothingness.
Aetherion turned his gaze back to Aaron, the disappointment in his ethereal eyes burning like a cold flame, a silent condemnation that weighed heavier than any words.
"How can my summon be that strong?" Aaron asked the system, desperately hoping it was all some nightmarish illusion, a trick of his mind that he could wake from.
[That's because your bloodline doesn't simply provide the opportunity for you to form a contract. What forms the contract with you depends on your strength, potential, and luck. You lacked the strength, but your potential and luck drew the attention of the strongest being in his universe,] the system explained, its voice steady but stern, revealing the mechanics behind the summoning.
"Strongest being? What's the difference between him and those from my universe?" Aaron pressed, his eyes fixed on the remnants of his universe as they spiraled into the ever-growing black holes, the sight a haunting reminder of his hubris.
[Don't compare this weak and newly formed universe to his. That's an insult,] the system replied, its words carrying a weight of ancient knowledge, underscoring the vast gulf between realms.
"Sigh. I have to fix this," Aaron muttered, his heart clenching with guilt as the black hole's pull began to tug at him, drawing his body toward its inescapable event horizon, the void whispering promises of oblivion.
"Seal breaker," Aaron whispered in his mind as his form was finally engulfed by the black hole, the darkness swallowing him whole.
ZRTTTT!
Time buzzed to a halt, freezing in a perfect stasis. Aaron opened his eyes, suspended at the center of the time-locked black hole, the chaos around him paused like a still frame in a cosmic film.
His golden eyes now bore an inscription of an ancient clock with Roman numerals, glowing with an ethereal light that illuminated the frozen void. He felt invincible, time itself bending to his will like a loyal companion, eager to obey his every command.
With this heightened vision, Aaron could see countless branched timelines, parallel and alternate universes stretching infinitely, each diverging from the tiniest altered event. These timelines wove into realities, which branched further into multiverses, an endless web of possibilities laid bare before him.
His hand stretched out instinctively, fingers brushing against the threads of time, granting him glimpses of all future, present, and past events unfolding simultaneously. A single thought could obliterate a timeline, erasing it from existence, or even shatter entire realities, the power intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.
[...]
[Aa...]
[Aaron...]
[Aaron, snap out of it!]
The system's urgent call pierced the trance, yanking Aaron back just in time before he unwittingly ripped apart a strand of reality, his fingers hovering perilously close to the silvery thread.
"What... what happened?" Aaron asked, confusion clouding his mind as he stared at the thread in his hand, seconds from destruction.
[It's natural. You entered a trance and decided to play your role as the lord of time, removing anomalies from the river of time. But that's not your purpose here, Aaron,] the system reminded him, its voice a grounding anchor amid the temporal haze.
"Right. I have to take care of the mess I made," Aaron said, fully snapping out of the trance, the second hand inscription in his iris spinning rapidly around the clock as he harnessed his ability, channeling the power with focused intent.
He didn't want to linger in this timeless state any longer, the allure of absolute control tempting him to lose himself forever. Relying on the system to pull him back a second time might not work, the risk of becoming one with time too great.
"Origin point," Aaron said calmly, invoking the talisman with a surge of will.
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