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Chapter 144: REWINDING TIME
The effect was immediate, time rewinding like a film spooling backward at high speed. Stars reignited, galaxies reformed, and the void retreated as existence rebuilt itself layer by layer.
As time reversed, Aaron witnessed events tied to his lineage unfolding simultaneously. The epic saga of Dracula—the ancient wars, his devastating loss, the fall of his clan—played out in vivid detail. Then Valira's arrival on Earth, his father's birth and turbulent life, all leading to his own reincarnation. He saw the original Aaron's existence before death, every joy, sorrow, and mundane moment.
It wasn't mere observation; Aaron experienced it all—their emotions, pains, triumphs—as if living through them himself. The annals of time imprinted every detail into his soul, a flood of inherited memories that deepened his understanding of his bloodline's legacy.
[You know you can't change any event, right?] the system asked, its tone cautious, ensuring Aaron didn't succumb to the temptation of alteration.
"Yes. I do," Aaron replied, his voice steady despite the emotional torrent, respecting the immutable flow of time.
Time continued its rewind until it halted precisely where Aaron intended—right before his encounter with the four strangers, the universe restored to its pre-summoning state.
Then something bizarre occurred. The timeless zone rippled violently, and gazing at Aaron with intrigue and a hint of acknowledgment was Aetherion himself. The mythical being nodded subtly in approval, a gesture that carried volumes of unspoken respect, before vanishing of his own volition, fading back into the beyond.
"What just happened?" Aaron asked, stunned by the unexpected interaction, his mind racing to comprehend the implications.
[That's what it feels like to be truly powerful. The same way you've surpassed the law of death and become a true immortal, some beings have transcended time itself, existing beyond its reach. Grow stronger, Aaron. There are powerful entities you can't even begin to comprehend or match,] the system informed, its words a sobering lesson in humility.
Aaron let the system's advice sink deep into his soul, stripping away layers of overconfidence and arrogance until only a tempered resolve remained. The system was right—he'd felt it firsthand, humbled by beings whose power dwarfed his own.
"Guess I'll have to grow stronger, one lucky draw at a time," Aaron replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he exited the timeless zone. The universe snapped back to wholeness, as if the destruction had never occurred, stars shining brightly once more.
[Yeah.]
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Aaron returned to the moment he exited Blue Star's atmosphere, hovering in space, staring down at the planet below, its blue hues a stark contrast to the void.
[So, what's your plan?] the system inquired, its voice curious now that the crisis had passed.
"I'll postpone my beef with them until I'm ready. Revenge, after all, is best served cold," Aaron said, his tone calculated as he awaited the group's arrival, his mind already plotting the long game.
"I have a question, by the way, system. What would happen if Aetherion resisted my rewinding of his actions? Could he even do that?" Aaron asked, his horizons broadening with each revelation, the encounter forcing him to rethink his limits.
[Then, even in the rewound time, all you'd meet is a destroyed universe,] the system replied matter-of-factly, its words hanging heavy in Aaron's mind.
Aaron was left speechless, the implications sinking in like lead.
"Guess summoning him is out of the picture for a while."
[Yeah. But your actions aren't without benefits.]
"Yeah, I got to see events that could be useful in the future," Aaron nodded, acknowledging the silver lining amid the chaos.
[Not just that. Your soul has been strengthened by time itself. I believe some abilities should have been unlocked already,] the system informed, prompting Aaron to quickly check his talents, excitement bubbling beneath his composure.
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Primordial Talent - Time Manipulation
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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 (depends on target's strength compared to yours). [Semi-unlocked]
[Chrono-Annihilation] – Delete a target's entire timeline. Their past, present, and future cease. The multiverse itself forgets they ever existed [Semi-unlocked].
[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].
"Hah. Some abilities have been unlocked," Aaron smiled widely, the gains slowly overriding the lingering sting of loss, a spark of excitement igniting in his chest as he contemplated the new powers at his disposal.
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Chapter 145: REMATCH
Aaron hovered in the vast emptiness just outside Blue Star's atmosphere, his golden eyes fixed on the planet below, patience etched into his features like a predator lying in wait. He knew the four guests were coming, their presence a looming shadow in his precognition, and he mulled over strategies in his mind—how to turn this confrontation to his advantage without sparking an all-out war he wasn't ready for.
"You there. What are you doing?" The voice Aaron had been anticipating cut through the silence, calm yet laced with underlying authority, echoing across the void.
Aaron turned to face the group of four, a knowing smile playing on his lips, his fallen angel wings subtly flaring as if to emphasize his composure. "Aaron. I am Aaron Highborn, a descendant of Dracula Highborn," he replied, his voice steady and confident, the revelation hanging in the air like a challenge.
"Did you just say Dracula?" Ignis asked, his eyes narrowing as he floated slowly toward Aaron, flames flickering around his form like a warning.
"Yes, I am. And who exactly are you guys?" Aaron countered, his smile unwavering, curiosity mingling with the strategic play in his tone.
"Doesn't matter. You'll be dying here either way," Ignis said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. He surged forward with blinding speed, his fiery aura igniting the space around him, intent on ending the encounter swiftly.
"Things will be different this time," Aaron murmured, his smile widening as he extended his time manipulation, slowing time within a five-meter radius around him. The void seemed to thicken, movements dragging like molasses for anyone caught in the field.
Ignis threw a punch, his fist blazing with infernal heat, but unlike the previous timeline where Aaron's reflexes had failed him, he now easily caught Ignis's arm. With a fluid twist, he swung the fiery being toward Blue Star, the motion amplified by the temporal distortion.
Boom!
Ignis crashed into Blue Star's surface, the impact carving a massive crater that rivaled the devastation of a cataclysmic earthquake, dust and debris erupting in slow-motion plumes under the lingering effects of Aaron's domain.
"You...," Ignis growled, rising from the rubble with a surprised look on his face, his flames sputtering as he shook off the disorientation. He had felt his entire being slow to a crawl the moment he entered Aaron's proximity, the sensation unnerving even for a being of his power.
"The others will be arriving shortly. Before then, let's have a go at it," Aaron said, his smile turning predatory. He expanded his time domain to envelop the entire planet, slowing time for everyone within by a factor of ten. The air hummed with temporal energy, birds mid-flight hanging suspended, waves on distant oceans creeping like syrup.
"Ignite!" Ignis snarled, his voice echoing with fury as the area around him burst into roaring red-hot flames, the heat warping the atmosphere into a shimmering inferno.
Aaron didn't let Ignis's fiery display faze him. He made the first move, appearing before Ignis in a burst of speed enhanced by his control over time. Ignis conjured a wall of flames to block the assault, but with time dilated against him, the barrier materialized too slowly, leaving a critical opening.
Aaron exploited it ruthlessly, landing a punch square on Ignis's jaw, sending him flying across the cratered landscape, rocks shattering in his wake.
"Not quite there yet," Aaron sighed in frustration, his broken arm knitting back together instantly, bones realigning with a faint glow of regenerative energy.
"Brother," Rhaigon called out, descending onto Blue Star with Loki and Thor close behind, their presences radiating divine power that clashed against Aaron's temporal field.
"I'm still not strong enough to defeat them physically. Let's go back to abilities that bypass their unholy defenses," Aaron muttered under his breath, retrieving Excalibur from his inventory once more. The legendary blade hummed in his grip, its edge gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.
He struck again, vanishing in a time-step and reappearing behind Thor, swinging Excalibur with precise, lethal intent.
Thor dodged at a hair's breadth, relying purely on his godlike reflexes, but not entirely unscathed— the blade grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line of divine blood that sizzled in the air.
"I don't know what's going on, but we can't stay within this world. Time flows too slowly here," Ignis informed the group, recovering from the punch that had done little lasting damage, his flames reigniting with renewed vigor.
"Thor, with me. Let's get out of this world," Rhaigon said softly, lightning crackling around him like a storm brewing.
"Heaven's Fury," Rhaigon muttered, his eyes turning a brilliant blue as dark clouds gathered around Blue Star, the sky rumbling with thunder, lightning bolts dancing in anticipation of unleashing hell.
"Fury of the Gods," Thor was not to be outdone, ascending into the sky and hurling Mjolnir upward at full force. The hammer transformed mid-air into a colossal titan forged entirely of thunder, its form towering and crackling with raw elemental power.
"That's one task done," Aaron muttered, a sly smile creeping across his face as he watched their escalation unfold.
[You could have done so yourself, you know, right?]
"Nah. Let's milk these mfs," Aaron replied inwardly, his eyes glinting with mischief as Rhaigon and Thor's combined assault slammed into Blue Star. The planet shattered from the core outward, exploding into fragments in a cataclysmic burst, sending everyone hurtling through space amid a storm of rocks and debris, the void filled with the roar of destruction.
After a few chaotic seconds of tumbling, Aaron regained his balance in the vacuum, his wings stabilizing him as he shook off the disorientation.
"Now, step two. Play the weakling," Aaron smiled, surging toward the group with feigned fervor, his movements deliberate to draw them in.
"Don't get close to him. Bombard him from all sides. He seems to have a talent for controlling the flow of time," Loki analyzed, his voice sharp and calculating amid the floating wreckage.
"Do something besides analysis, will you? This isn't some picnic," Ignis yelled, his frustration boiling over as he conjured armies of red flames in staggering numbers. Each fiery soldier exuded an imposing aura, some radiating god-level strength, their forms flickering like living infernos ready to swarm.
"Ragnarok!" Thor roared, releasing a barrage of lightning bolts that illuminated the starry void like a divine fireworks display. The bolts coalesced into a massive hammer shaped like Mjolnir, hurtling toward Aaron with thunderous speed.
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Chapter 146: FREEZING ACTIONS IN TIME
"Battlefield of Lightning," Rhaigon shouted, the area around them crackling with electric energy as his skill amplified Thor's assault, turning the void into a storm of arcing bolts.
"Time freeze," Aaron said softly, encasing the incoming attacks in a stagnant zone where time halted, the lightning and flames suspended like frozen sculptures as he effortlessly weaved through them.
"Time. What an annoying ability he has," Ignis clicked his tongue in irritation, his eyes turning a deeper crimson as he polymorphed into his true dragon form.
He expanded to the size of Blue Star itself, a majestic crown of flames adorning his massive head, his red scales dancing with eternal fire, the heat radiating waves that distorted space.
"To think we'd go all out against a random being," Ignis rumbled, his voice like grinding boulders, snorting hot flames from his nostrils as he locked his gaze on Aaron, who appeared as insignificant as a speck against his colossal form.
"Guess we'll be doing this," Rhaigon muttered, following suit and transforming into his true dragon form. A crown of lightning perched on his head, bolts dancing across his scaled body like living veins of power.
"Roar!" Ignis bellowed, unleashing the signature dragon breath—a torrent of fire vast enough to engulf a planet. Rhaigon coordinated seamlessly, releasing his own breath of lightning, the two attacks merging into an apocalyptic ball of fused flame and thunder, hurtling toward Aaron with world-ending force.
"God Form," Thor intoned, his clothes ripping apart as Mjolnir melted and reformed into armor that enveloped him. He grew to match the dragons' size, his hair transforming into pure lightning, his hands encased in crackling gauntlets that hummed with destructive potential.
Focusing his might, Thor fired a massive bolt of lightning, which integrated with the dragons' assault, elevating the already terrifying attack to something truly cataclysmic, the combined energy warping the void around it.
"Sigh. I don't want to feel like the useless one here," Loki exclaimed, weaving an illusion of thorny vines that snaked toward Aaron, binding him in place to prevent evasion. The illusion shattered instantly against Aaron's immortality, but Loki shook his head bitterly. "Great. I am the useless one."
Aaron stared at the oncoming apocalyptic assault, a confident smile tugging at his lips, his golden eyes gleaming with calculated calm.
"Time freeze," he called out again as the attack entered his domain, halting its advance in a bubble of stasis.
The group watched with bated breath, hoping their combined might would pierce through Aaron's temporal barrier. Their hope seemed rewarded as the assault broke free, ripping through the zone and tearing Aaron to shreds, his form vanishing in a blaze of energy.
"We won, right?" Loki asked, staring at the empty spot where Aaron had stood, a mix of relief and suspicion in his voice.
"I think so," Thor replied, reverting to his smaller form, Mjolnir materializing back in his hand with a familiar hum.
"Let's get out of—" Ignis began, but his words froze mid-sentence. Time ground to a halt around him, his massive form suspended in stasis. Not just him—Loki, Thor, and Rhaigon all locked in place, the void eerily silent.
"You've all been caught in my genjutsu," Aaron muttered, a knowing smile spreading across his face as he regenerated seamlessly, his body reforming from the void.
The entire battle, from start to finish, had been a simulation orchestrated by him. The final attack bypassing his domain was deliberate, a feint to catch them off guard, their overconfidence his greatest weapon.
[What are you up to?] the system asked, its voice curious in his mind.
"These guys are monsters. I'm not ready to face them yet. I still need more time to grow stronger. If I kill these four, it'll spark a reaction—Odin, Baal, Zeus, Mephistopheles and the others. I really can't deal with them now or get on their radar. Honestly, I'm not ready. I need to grow secretly until I'm strong enough," Aaron explained, his tone resolute as he approached the frozen quartet.
[And how are you going to do that?]
"Enough with this already. You can read my mind, can't you?" Aaron complained, a hint of amusement in his voice.
[Yup. I can. But it's not as fun as you explaining your plans to me.]
"Fair point. Well, my plan is pretty simple. Make them believe I'm dead. They report back to Odin and the Primordial Dragon, and I'm off their radar for a while," Aaron said, floating closer to the immobilized group, his eyes scanning them with strategic intent.
"Well, that was my plan until seconds ago. Why let them go back just like that when I can turn them?" Aaron added, his words dripping with bold confidence, a spark of mischief in his golden gaze.
[You know those sovereigns will be able to tell the four have been turned in an instant, right?]
"Yeah, yeah. But that will definitely change when I grow stronger, and who knows when I'll get an opportunity like this again. So, I'm going to do this," Aaron informed, blood swirling around his fingers as he decided to experiment, his mind racing with innovative ideas.
Aaron infused essence of time into his blood, a shimmering temporal glow enveloping the crimson droplets, before feeding each of the four a precise dose, the liquid seeping into their frozen forms.
[You sure do come up with insane ideas when you decide to be crazy.]
"Thanks for the compliment. And it's a success," Aaron smiled, accomplishing a feat few could even dream of, his blood now a latent weapon within them.
[So they won't turn anytime soon, right?]
"Yup. I put conditions into my blood—like a timer. The genetics of my blood will remain frozen in time, rendering it useless for now, unable to turn them into hybrids. Except when I revert the time freeze, activating it again, and they'll turn."
[Crazy.]
"Well, it wouldn't have worked if my blood wasn't eternal. Thanks to that, it won't be flushed out of their systems. The most work belongs to my talent. Freezing the blood is one part, but to turn, they need to die—which the time talent also handles. The moment the blood activates, I set another timer on their bodies to ensure they die."
[Another timer?]
"Yup. I stopped their hearts, but froze the action in time. So, when the timer ends, the blood activates, and their hearts stop."
[At this point, you're slowly beginning to abuse your broken talent,] the system jabbed, its tone a mix of awe and sarcasm.
"And?"
[Fucking hell. I love it!]
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Chapter 147: BREWING REBELLION I
"Let's get out of here," Ignis growled to his group, his fiery eyes scanning the void with lingering suspicion, the remnants of Blue Star's shattered debris drifting around them like silent witnesses to their narrow victory. "We are done here," he added, his voice cold and final, echoing faintly in the empty expanse.
"Tsk. Guess we will be returning the hard way. The mounts were caught up in the battle," Loki pointed out, his sly tone edged with irritation as he glanced at the vacant space where their celestial steeds had been obliterated, his hands on his hips in exaggerated frustration.
"That's the littlest of our worries. We just encountered a monster that we barely killed. Dracula's cursed bloodline, always an annoyance to encounter," Ignis spat, his flames flickering with disdain, the memory of Aaron's temporal tricks still burning in his mind like an unextinguished spark.
"We don't have time for chit chat. The faster we leave the better for us. I don't intend on wasting much time in this backward part of the universe," Thor said, his voice a low rumble of impatience. He flew toward the direction they had all come from, not in the mood to waste any more time that he already lacked, the journey home without a mount stretching longer than usual across the vast cosmic distances.
With Thor leading the way, the rest followed suit, their forms vanishing into the starry depths, oblivious to what had truly transpired, the dormant blood in their veins a hidden threat waiting for Aaron's command.
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Aaron returned to the sanctuary of Athanys, materializing in its bustling heart to find it alive with activity. More vacancies had been filled as Blue Star's powerhouses integrated seamlessly, proving their worth in key roles. Crucial noble houses were swiftly established, and a perfect ecosystem was gradually forming, a harmonious blend of strength and structure. But amid the growth and progress lurked an undercurrent of conflict and rebellion, a subtle discord that tainted the air like a gathering storm. Arriving unannounced, Aaron observed the divide among the inhabitants, particularly between his loyal hybrids and most of the Eternals from Blue Star. He spent time undercover, his return unknown, gathering insights into the reasons behind the tense atmosphere pervading his sanctuary. After obtaining the information he needed, he manipulated the fabric of space within Athanys, appearing instantly in his grand courtroom, the chamber's crystalline walls shimmering with ethereal light.
Controlling the space of the sanctuary once more, he drew everyone recorded as a noble in the archive of his Imperial Codex into the courtroom, their figures materializing in a ripple of energy.
"My lord. You are back," Blade was the first to speak, offering a humble bow to Aaron. The others familiar with him did the same genuinely, while the newly appointed nobles with no knowledge of Aaron simply followed the others, their gestures tentative but respectful.
"Indeed I am. Now anyone cares to inform me what's up with the tense atmosphere within Athanys?" Aaron asked, despite knowing the reason he still posed the question. It was less about uncovering the cause and more about understanding why the issue had not been addressed in his absence. He had initially planned to take some rest upon his return after the rollercoaster of events he had endured, but seeing his empire in such a strained mood, he could not rest easy until it was all sorted out, his sense of responsibility overriding fatigue.
"Majority of people from Blue Star that has joined our empire desire the sanctuary to be ruled the same way it was back on Blue Star, and behind them are the leaders of Blue Star," Isobel informed. "They wish to change the structure of the empire from an imperial form with you as the head to a more decentralized format where there will be different nations just like on Blue Star while they take control with you acting as the ceremonial leader. With the sanctuary bigger than Blue Star, they have requested we divide the territories with the same percentage data as we had while on Blue Star."
"So basically these ingrates want to play kings in my house?" Aaron asked, his eyes cold as ice, his voice carrying a edge of suppressed fury.
"Yes. We tried to make them fall in line, but they have the support of the majority of the citizens from Blue Star, making it hard for us to make them comply," Alice added, her tone laced with frustration at the impasse.
"I see. I guess it's time I remind them all of who is the ruler," Aaron said calmly, tapping his armrest as he utilized his absolute control once more. Giving in to their demands was out of the question. They had worked for nothing, so they had no right to request anything from him, their entitlement a affront to his sovereignty.
Making up his mind, Aaron decided to offer a chance for redemption to everyone stirring the rebellion before he acted and delivered his wrath to the deserving, his mercy a calculated extension rather than weakness.
The entire sky of the sanctuary shifted from its clear blue color with white clouds to a giant hologram like screen across all of Athanys, broadcasting a live feed of Aaron to everyone, his image dominating the heavens.
"Greetings subjects of Athanys. I am Aaron Highborn. The one that gave you eternal life, the one that gave you a safe haven, free of worries and the terror you faced back on Blue Star and the one that you must serve without question. That is me. No one else," Aaron said calmly, his voice resonating with unyielding authority, carrying to every corner of his realm.
Every being within the sanctuary listened to Aaron intently, captivated by the aura the young man exuded, his presence commanding respect even through the broadcast, a palpable force that silenced the bustling activity below.
But yet, the minds of the majority of the Immortals did not change. They felt awe only and that was it. Within their hearts that had been successfully brainwashed and won over by the old leaders since entering the sanctuary, they still did not consider Aaron their leader. They did not want Aaron as their leader as they craved the stable political structure they once had on Bluestar.
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Chapter 148: BREWING REBELLION II
Thanks to the wordplay of the Blue Star old leaders and a perfectly crafted propaganda, they all felt it was impossible for Aaron to rule them without bias, despite the good system already in place, the ignorant masses still doubted Aaron's rule. Only a few of the Immortals that had seen the biased side of the so called government begged to differ. The hybrids as well joined in their support for Aaron, creating two groups. One that supported Aaron, and the group that did not.
"Aaron Highborn. We appreciate your actions in helping humanity and ensuring we survived. But I expect you to do what is best for humanity. You lack the experience to lead the people the way we do from our many years of leadership. Now is not the time to play king, now is the time to choose what is best for humanity," the Stronghold Federation President took the lead, flying into the air as he spoke to the holographic sky hoping Aaron would hear him. If Aaron did not though, he was okay with it.
His purpose was not just to have a conversation with Aaron concerning the leadership. He actually did not know if his words were being transmitted to Aaron but it did not matter. That was not the main reason for his actions. The main reason was to rally the crowd around him. Gain as many supporters to pressure the other party, a political tactic that always worked for him, his voice booming to stir the masses below into fervent agreement.
"Hah. I should step down? For the sake of humanity? Fools," Aaron said coldly, enraged by Eric's hypocritical words, his fingers tightening on the throne in restrained fury. "I give you all twenty four hours to make your decision. Submit or not," Aaron said with finality, stopping the transmission, allowing the sky to return to its usual blue and white clouds, done offering his last ounce of mercy, his patience exhausted.
President Eric smiled, believing he had succeeded in the first part of outing Aaron. Pressure the leader until he is backed against a wall and has no choice but to resort to democracy to get the people's opinion and avoid riot. An action that will seal his fate and his loss. It had always worked for him, and he strongly believed it would not fail once more. But one thing he failed to put into consideration was the man he was playing the game against, a ruler whose power transcended mortal politics.
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"We are all here. Let's have a brief discussion within the next one hour and continue our task of convincing as many people as we can," Eric moderated the impromptu meeting among the big brasses and top leaders of Blue Star, their faces illuminated by the dim light of a secluded chamber, ambition thick in the air.
"So? He is one of your citizens. I cannot believe you have failed in putting him in his place. Kind of disappointing if you ask me," Clifford, king of the largest empire in Arik continent, blamed, his voice dripping with scorn as he leaned back in his seat.
"His parents were demigods. You do not expect me to be strict with him and risk public resentment for harming the child of heroes. Do not tell me your brain has rotted and you do not know how to handle public image anymore," Eric clapped back, his eyes flashing with defiance, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.
"Now is not the time to pass blame. How do we pressure him to drop his role as the leader when using the masses against him does not work. From what I have gathered of him, it seems he is quite the stubborn young man," King broke the standoff between Clifford and Eric, his tone measured to refocus the group on their common goal.
"We just pressure him even more. There is no way he can ignore the decision of the vast majority. No one can ever withstand that pressure. The masses when properly used will always remain the most powerful tool in politics," Abyss said calmly, confident in his words, his fingers steepled as he envisioned their victory.
"In that case, let's discuss how to divide the territories among ourselves," King proposed, everyone paying absolute attention to the conversation they had all been dying for. The sharing of territories, the greed in their eyes ignited to life, their voices rising in eager debate as they carved up imaginary borders.
"Fools," Aaron said coldly, watching Blue Star's important figures fool themselves and divide his territory like he was ever planning to give them a slice of it. Within Athanys he held absolute control and every secret plan against him was just as easily exposed, their whispers as clear to him as if spoken in his presence.
"I think those leaders are the ones inciting the people. If we can deal with them, I am sure the vast majority of the citizens will fall in line," Blade suggested, his voice earnest as he sought a swift resolution.
"That is your mistake Blade. I am not looking for approval from any of them. The public or the leaders. If they will not offer their absolute loyalty then they are not needed. The sanctuary is mine. Their lives are mine. They have no future without me. So what makes them think I will offer my authority to them just because they asked?" Aaron asked, tapping his fingers on his armrest lazily, his gaze distant yet piercing.
"So? What do you propose my lord? I can handle the situation and capture all of them and imprison them to quell the unrest," Isobel offered a counter solution, her eyes gleaming with readiness to enforce his will.
"Your opportunity to act ended the moment I saw the mess. I will handle things my way," Aaron replied, rising to his feet as he made his way out of the courtroom, his mind made up on how to deal with the rebellion the moment everything was over, his steps echoing with finality.
"Isobel. Come with me," Aaron called for his sister, it was finally time to meet his parents, a moment heavy with unspoken emotions amid the brewing storm.
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Chapter 149: REUNION
Aaron followed Isobel through the winding paths of Athanys, arriving at the villa specially prepared for his parents, its elegant structure nestled amid lush gardens that bloomed eternally under the sanctuary's magical sky. Inside, Liam and Charlotte sat together, enjoying each other's company, their laughter a warm echo that tugged at Aaron's heartstrings.
He stood outside the door, frozen in place, his golden eyes misting with unexpected emotion. "Mum? Dad?" he called softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He could not explain the surge of passion welling up inside him. They were not his biological parents in his pre-reincarnation life, yet the bond felt unbreakable, a deep attachment woven into his soul.
[No need to complicate things, Aaron. They are your parents. They see it that way. Everyone sees it that way. You are not wrong to see it that way as well.]
"Aaron," Charlotte smiled sweetly, noticing the presence of Aaron and Isobel, and rose to her feet with graceful urgency. She pulled Aaron into a tight embrace, warm tears streaming from her eyes, her hold conveying years of longing and regret.
"My sweet son. I was scared I would never see you again. I am so sorry for leaving you behind," Charlotte whispered, her voice breaking as she sobbed quietly, her hands trembling against his back.
"Son. I am proud of you. To accomplish this much without us. It is to be expected of my son," Liam said, his smile broad and genuine, his eyes shining with paternal pride as he watched the reunion unfold.
"Come. Let me make you your favorite dish," Charlotte said lovingly, leading Aaron into the villa and settling him comfortably on the sofa, her movements quick and nurturing. She hurried off to the kitchen to prepare something special for her son, Isobel tagging along with a warm smile to assist, the two women sharing a quiet bond in their shared affection for him.
"Isobel told me everything you have accomplished. And everything you had to go through in our absence. I am sorry to put you through so much," Liam apologized, his voice heavy with remorse as he sat beside Aaron, the weight of lost time evident in his expression.
"It is fine. You did what you could to save the world. I see nothing wrong with that," Aaron consoled his father, his tone reassuring, though a flicker of old pain lingered in his eyes.
"And that is the first lesson I will give you. See everything wrong with that. We your parents were foolish. So foolish to choose the world over our own. That is not being a hero, son, that is being stupid. So here is my advice, an experience I gained from my decisions. Be the hero, but never above your own family or the people you love," Liam said seriously, locking eyes with Aaron, his gaze intense and filled with hard-won wisdom.
[Yup. Fathers never change. Always ready to dish out important advice. Although if I must say, his son has it all covered,] the system remarked. Aaron could have sworn he heard a hint of melancholy in its voice, a rare glimpse of sentiment from his constant companion.
"That is good. I guess you will not hate me when I resolve the current conflict within my empire. I was beginning to wonder how to convince you and your moral justice," Aaron said, heaving a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing as the weight of potential disapproval lifted.
"My first advice will be a secret between us, okay? Your mum can absolutely not find out," Liam warned, realizing his son was not as docile as he appeared. He feared being labeled a bad influence by his wife if she caught wind of it, his expression turning conspiratorial.
"Dad. Honestly. You should be advising us to show constraint. Isobel especially. Guess she summarized the parts of her crazy actions," Aaron mused, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"What actions?" Liam asked, speechless, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Nothing grand, Dad. Just killed every awakened within a city and fed on a large number of people to grow stronger. But hey, Dad, I turned them, so they technically did not die," Isobel returned to the living room to defend herself. With her hybrid senses at basically hybrid queen level, the highest rank after the primogenitor, she easily overheard Aaron's conversation with Liam, her entrance light and playful.
"But you would still do the same if you knew they would die completely, would you not?" Aaron asked his sister playfully, his eyes twinkling with sibling mischief.
"Of course. I needed strength, they were douchebags, making the decision was actually easy. I am still pissed at you for killing my foster mother though. That should have been me," Isobel teased, the banter between siblings causing Liam to feel a bit of headache, his hand rubbing his temple as he processed the shift in their moral compasses.
He did not know just how drastically the moral standings of his children had evolved while he was gone, and he feared delving deeper into it, the revelations stirring a mix of concern and admiration.
The playful conversation among the three soon shifted to a more serious tone, with Aaron steering the discussion forward. "Isobel. I know where Dracula's body is within the void. I know the coordinates," Aaron said calmly, his words dropping like a revelation into the room.
"Dracula? As in my grandfather?" Liam asked in surprise, leaning forward with wide eyes.
"Yes," Aaron replied. It was one of the pieces of information he had gleaned while viewing the timelines during his time rewind, the ancient secrets unfolding before him like forgotten scrolls.
"Where is he? Can we awaken him anytime soon?" Isobel asked, half excited, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. From the stories Lyrith had shared, she felt an intense urge to meet Dracula, the legendary figure who had shaped their bloodline.
"Depends on how much stronger I can become and how fast our next phase of action can proceed," Aaron explained, his mind already mapping out the challenges ahead.
"What is the next phase?" Isobel asked, curious about what her brother was planning, her hybrid instincts sensing the gravity behind his words.
"You will find out soon enough after I take care of the ungrateful pests," Aaron replied. "Mum is here," he added with a smile, as they all rose to help Charlotte set the dinner table, the aroma of her cooking filling the villa with warmth.
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Chapter 150: MEETING BLUESTAR
Aaron shared the meal with his family, savoring the quality time, laughter mingling with heartfelt conversations, before he finally departed. A lot more tasks awaited him, the weight of his empire pressing on.
[It is time to meet the anomaly, right?]
"Yeah. Let us go pay Blue Star a visit," Aaron nodded, bending space itself until he appeared within the core of Blue Star, the familiar hum of planetary energy surrounding him.
"Aaron. I was beginning to wonder when you would come for me," a lady said, standing close to the sanctuary core with a serene smile, her form ethereal yet grounded.
"Blue Star," Aaron smiled back, his voice carrying a mix of anticipation and curiosity.
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"Father. Do not tell me you really wish to join hands with them to oppose Aaron," Liam1 Frost asked his father, the clan head of the Frost clan, his voice laced with disbelief and concern.
"I am not on anyone's side. I am neutral. I am simply watching who has the upper hand here," Jay, the Frost clan master, said quietly, his eyes distant as he contemplated the shifting powers.
"The upper hand? Someone who literally resurrected us all from the dead, who created this mysterious world we know nothing of, and you are considering which side you are on?" Liam asked, unable to fathom his father's thought process, his frustration evident.
"Liam is right, Father. You cannot stand against my husband. Even I will not be able to save you from his wrath when the time comes," Alice interjected, paying her respects to her father with a nod.
"Alice. I was beginning to wonder when you would pay this old man a visit," Jay said, motioning for his daughter to sit with them, eager to learn more about Aaron, who now seemed exceedingly mysterious to him.
"What can you tell me about Aaron? And since when did he become your husband? Do not tell me you married him without your own father in the picture," Jay teased, causing Alice to blush slightly, her cheeks tinting with warmth.
"We are not exactly married yet. As for how strong he is, you all will be dead when he decides he wants you dead," Alice explained, her tone matter-of-fact, underscoring the gravity of Aaron's power.
"You need to convince as many as you can to not go through with this rebellion as soon as possible before the time limit ends. I doubt it will be a happy ending for the rebels," Alice advised her father once more, her eyes pleading for reason.
"And also. It would not be bad to visit your teacher, brother," Alice smiled, her words carrying a hint of mystery.
"By teacher you mean?" Jay asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes. You guys are not the only ones who get to cheat death," Alice replied. She remained with her father to persuade him from joining the rebellion against Aaron, her arguments weaving logic and emotion to sway his neutral stance.
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"So how do you feel having a body of your own?" Aaron asked, his eyes scanning her new form with genuine interest.
"Quite an interesting feeling. To be honest, I do not think I can ever get enough of it," Blue Star admitted, flexing her fingers as if testing the sensation of movement, her voice resonant with wonder.
"So what changed? Can you still transform to your large planet size?" Aaron asked, recalling Bask's ability to morph between his human like form and basilisk form, his mind drawing parallels.
"I can. Morphing into a planet though is a bit of a stretch," Blue Star explained, her expression thoughtful as she considered the limits of her transformation in terms of space she will occupy.
[BLUE STAR]
Race: Planetary Hybrid (Vampire-Werewolf)
Rank: God (★) (capped limit)
Strength: ★
Agility: ★
Vitality: ∞
Stamina: ★★★
Mana: ∞
Luck: ★
Charm: ★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: God Rank: Resonance
The talents of every human who ever lived upon your body as a world now converge within you, harmonizing into a single existence.
"What sort of overpowered talent do you have?" Aaron asked, surprise etched on his face, his golden eyes widening as he processed the implications.
"So you are telling me you have the talent of every human that was born within you when you were a planet? I reckon you have billions of talents then," Aaron smiled, doing the rough math in his head, the sheer scale staggering him.
"Yup. Although they have to be alive. I lose the talent of those that died. Although it will not be a problem considering they are all immortals now," Blue Star explained, her voice calm but carrying a hint of satisfaction at her newfound power.
"Then what about the limit attached to your rank? What does that mean?" Aaron asked, curiosity piqued.
[Her increase in strength is tied to those from Blue Star. The strongest indigenes of Blue Star that has both parents from the planet as well as they were born within it is Rain and Cain. She cannot surpass the rank of the highest ranked native,] the system explained.
"I see," Aaron muttered, grasping the concept as he relayed it to Blue Star, the mechanics clicking into place in his mind.
After a bit of conversation, Aaron decided to wrap things up, shifting his focus to the pressing tasks ahead. "Brilliant. Now let us get going. I have people to introduce you to, plus the time I gave every citizen to pick a stand is almost up," Aaron said, warping space again until he arrived at his palace.
He introduced Blue Star to Rose and his close circle, the encounters filled with awe and questions as they absorbed her unique existence. As for Alice, she was still with her parents, her meeting with Blue Star postponed until later, the anticipation adding a layer of intrigue to their growing family dynamic.
After settling everything down, Aaron projected himself once more to the sky, the grace period he had given for everyone to make up their mind finally expired, his presence a harbinger of the reckoning to come.
Again, Liam Frost was named after Liam, Aaron's father. It's the same way people name their children after their friends, mentors or just people they admire. There's a backstory behind it. If the opportunity present itself I might drop a Chapter containing the back story. OrI might just write the backstory in the discord server if I can't find the perfect timing to write about it(which is more likely to happen). Whichever you prefer actually. REMOVE ADS FROM $1
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Chapter 151: PRICE FOR TREASON
Aaron's towering image dominated the sanctuary's sky once more, his golden eyes blazing with unyielding authority as he addressed every soul in Athanys. "I have given you all sufficient time to make your choice. Pledge your allegiance to me and serve me, or pledge your loyalty to those who dare oppose me," he declared, his voice calm yet resonant with a power that silenced the vibrant realm below, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.
"The choice is yours to make. Before each of you will appear two ribbons. The blue ribbon signifies your pledge to serve under my rule. The red, however, declares your allegiance to those who rebel against me. You have one hour to decide," Aaron explained, his will enveloping Athanys in a palpable aura of control, the air thrumming with his absolute dominion.
In an instant, two ribbons materialized before every inhabitant, floating in the air like tangible manifestations of fate. The blue shimmered with a serene glow, while the red pulsed with defiant energy, each a symbol of the irrevocable choice awaiting them.
The first to act were Aaron's inner circle. Flameborn, Alice, and those closest to him seized the blue ribbon without a moment's hesitation, their loyalty unwavering, their hands clasping the fabric with reverence born of trust and blood. Every hybrid sired by Aaron followed, their bond to their primogenitor unbreakable, the notion of betrayal as alien to them as mortality itself.
The true test lay with the Immortals—those not bound by Aaron's bloodline. Their decision would reveal the depth of the rebellion's hold, their hearts swayed by the cunning propaganda of Blue Star's former leaders, their choice a pivotal moment in Athanys's future.
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Aaron sat serenely on his throne, his eyes closed, exuding an air of unshakable composure as a stream of information flooded his mind, detailing the choices made across the sanctuary. His demeanor remained calm, but a cold resolve simmered beneath the surface, his patience tested by the results.
To his surprise, 60% of Athanys's population had chosen the red ribbon. With Immortals comprising 80% of the total populace, only 20% had opted for the blue, a stark revelation of the rebellion's grip on their minds, fueled by the old leaders' manipulations.
"They have made their choice," Aaron muttered, his golden eyes snapping open, the coldness within them intensifying to a glacial edge, a storm of judgment brewing in their depths.
This time, he forwent projecting his image into the sky. Instead, he teleported to the sanctuary's equator, hovering above the lush landscape, his presence a silent harbinger of reckoning. He projected his thoughts directly into the minds of every being, his voice a chilling whisper that pierced their souls.
"You chose to oppose me and place others above me. Codex, what is the penalty for those who refuse to serve me, the emperor?" Aaron asked quietly, his voice steady yet amplified by his mastery over Athanys, reaching every ear with haunting clarity.
The sanctuary fell silent, every soul halting their actions, gripped by curiosity and dread as they awaited his verdict.
[Rebelling against the emperor is an act of treason against the empire and emperor. A death sentence is the just penalty for their actions,] the Codex intoned, its voice mechanical and devoid of emotion, echoing through the collective consciousness.
"A death sentence it is," Aaron said, his tone calm but final, devoid of mercy.
"Domain," he whispered, and his power unfurled like a tidal wave, enveloping all of Athanys in an invisible shroud of absolute authority.
[Domain – Create a domain within a kilometer radius. Within it, any being relying on extended life, stolen vitality, or false immortality faces true death. You are the lord of Immortality—none may boast of escaping death in your presence.]
His omnipotent control within the sanctuary stretched the domain far beyond its usual limits, blanketing the entire realm in a field of unyielding judgment. With a snap of his fingers, Aaron commanded the sanctuary's essence, and massive spikes erupted from the ground, piercing every soul who had chosen the red ribbon. The jagged spires soared into the air, hoisting the lifeless bodies of the once-immortal Eternals, their forms swaying like grim totems of consequence. The spikes radiated outward in a slow, deliberate wave, with Aaron as the central axis, a silent monarch overseeing his verdict.
The tranquil sanctuary erupted into chaos, filled with the anguished screams of the dying, their eyes brimming with remorse for their misguided choices. Some pleaded for mercy, their voices breaking in desperation; others cursed in defiance, their words swallowed by the void; some wept in despair, while a few accepted their fate in silent hopelessness. Aaron remained unmoved, his heart steeled against their cries. They had crafted their own demise, and he was merely enforcing the consequences of their betrayal.
"Now, to personally deal with the root of this rebellion," Aaron muttered, bending the fabric of space to appear before the instigators—the cancers who had sown division in his empire. He had deliberately spared their stronghold from the earth spikes, reserving the satisfaction of confronting them himself, his presence a storm of restrained wrath.
"So, what were you all saying about having the experience to lead ahead of me?" Aaron asked calmly, materializing as if he had always been there. He conjured a throne from thin air, its sleek, obsidian design radiating authority, and sat with nonchalant ease, his piercing gaze sweeping over the shocked faces of the rebel leaders, awaiting their response.
"Aaron, are you sure you want to commit the worst genocide humanity has ever seen? You are killing billions with your actions. Where is your humanity?!" Eric demanded, his voice rising in a mix of fear and defiance, his eyes wide as he grappled with the scale of Aaron's judgment.
"They were all dead in the first place. I am simply reclaiming the life I bestowed upon you all," Aaron replied, his voice steady and devoid of guilt. Why should he feel remorse? He had offered them a choice, multiple grace periods, a life beyond death, and a sanctuary free from fear. Yet they had repaid his generosity with betrayal, their ingratitude sealing their fate.
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Chapter 152: KING'S CHOICE
"You bastard! Do not think you are invincible!" Abyss roared, his patience shattered by Aaron's unyielding demeanor. His presence flickered, and in an instant, he appeared before Aaron, a dagger laced with venomous poison gleaming in his hand as he drove it toward Aaron's throat with lethal precision.
"Actually, I am," Aaron replied, his tone nonchalant as he locked eyes with Abyss. The dagger froze an inch from his eye, Abyss paralyzed by Aaron's control over his blood, his body rigid under the weight of an unbreakable force.
"What I am curious about, though, is you," Aaron said, his gaze shifting to King with a faint, intrigued smile. "Why did you choose the blue ribbon?"
"What?!" The room erupted in shock, every leader except Aaron and King voicing their disbelief in gasps and murmurs, their faces contorted with confusion and betrayal.
"King, what is he talking about?" Vinemaster demanded, a deep frown creasing his brow, mirrored by the others' stunned expressions.
"What do you mean? Have you forgotten what continent I am from?" King replied, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Perhaps power has rotted your brains, but you underestimated him far too much, did you not?" He rose to his feet, strolling toward Aaron with unhurried calm, ignoring the betrayed glares from his former allies.
"I care about power, but I care more for my life. That is why I chose the blue ribbon. Plus, I trusted my instincts on how ruthless you are," King said, stopping before Aaron and offering a deep, submissive bow, his demeanor a perfect blend of cunning and deference.
Hailing from Ren, the lawless continent where betrayal was a daily ritual and survival demanded razor-sharp instincts, King had risen to the top by betting on the right forces. His choice was no surprise—it was his nature.
"May I have the honor of killing the bastard who dared attack my liege?" King asked, his tone dripping with sycophantic zeal, his eyes gleaming with opportunity.
Aaron nodded, granting permission with a slight tilt of his head, his expression unreadable.
King moved toward Abyss, plucking the poisoned dagger from his frozen hand. He smiled, showing no remorse for the hatred burning in Abyss's eyes. "Honestly, I never liked you either, bastard," King said, savoring the moment as he drove the dagger slowly through Abyss's right eye.
Abyss endured excruciating pain, unable to scream or move, his body still locked by Aaron's power. King twisted the blade deeper, embedding it fully into Abyss's skull. "How refreshing," he grinned, stepping back to admire his work, the act a testament to his ruthless pragmatism.
"My lord, if it pleases you, I can dispose of these traitors. You need not dirty your hands with this trash—I am willing to handle it," King requested, his cunning nature sparking Aaron's interest.
"Very well. Do as you please," Aaron replied, his voice calm but edged with finality. "But he is mine," he added coldly, extending his hand.
Eric was yanked forward by an irresistible force, his neck caught in Aaron's iron grip. "So, have anything to say? Perhaps you should remind me of my inexperience. After all, you have more experience in dying," Aaron said, his tone icy, each word laced with contempt as he tightened his hold.
"Urgh," Eric croaked, gasping for air as Aaron's grip crushed his windpipe. "You do not have to do this... We were wrong. We will never betray you again. We swear!" he forced out, desperation flickering in his eyes as he struggled.
"Sorry. I do not offer second chances to those I do not like," Aaron replied, his expression unyielding as he snapped Eric's neck with a swift, decisive motion, letting the limp body collapse to the ground, ending the primary instigator of the rebellion with cold finality.
"I am beginning to be proud of my choice," King said, his grin widening as he turned to the remaining leaders, Aaron's ruthless efficiency only solidifying his decision.
Two chains materialized from thin air, latching onto King's skin like living parasites, glowing red as they fed on his blood, sparking with fervent energy. At the ends of the chains hung two large, sharp blades, pulsing with a life of their own.
"Terror Twins, it is time for action," King smiled, rushing toward the hundreds of rebel leaders with predatory glee, his eyes devoid of fear, brimming with confidence.
"Aaron, stop this nonsense!" Vinemaster roared, conjuring massive vines stronger than steel, their sharp tips aimed to impale King as they surged forward with relentless force.
"You keep adding to your sins!" King laughed, swinging his chains. The blades moved in perfect sync, slicing through the vines like paper, reducing them to scattered fragments in a blur of motion.
The chains danced like serpents, encircling Vinemaster from unpredictable angles, striking with relentless precision and placing him at a severe disadvantage, their movements almost alive with malicious intent.
Vinemaster summoned a flurry of vines, their steel-hard tendrils erupting from the ground in a desperate bid to break free from the relentless encirclement of King's chains. Each vine twisted and lashed with frenzied vigor, their surfaces gleaming with an unnatural resilience, yet they proved futile against the predatory precision of King's weapons. The Terror Twins, his chain-bound blades, sliced through the vines like a sharpened knife through soft tofu, reducing them to scattered fragments that littered the ground in a matter of seconds, the air filled with the sharp snap of severed greenery.
Despite the formidable, almost indestructible nature of Vinemaster's vines, honed through years of mastery, they were no match for King's chain blades. The weapons moved with a life of their own, their edges glinting with blood-red energy as they carved through every defense with effortless grace, each cut a testament to King's ruthless efficiency.
King manipulated his chains with masterful control, his grin widening as one chain coiled tightly around Vinemaster, constricting like a serpent, pinning his arms and crushing his resistance. The other chain, its blade pulsing with lethal intent, darted forward for the kill, aimed at Vinemaster's heart, ready to end the rebel's defiance in a single, decisive strike.
Aaron observed the clash from his conjured throne, his golden eyes gleaming with intrigue, the locked space ensuring no interference as King's chains danced their deadly waltz.
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Chapter 153: DEALING WITH THE REBELS
"Off you go now," King smiled, his blade moving in a swift, deadly arc as he cut the Vine Master's head clean off with the sharp edge of his other weapon. He loosened his grip on the chain that still held the Vine Master's now headless body, allowing it to slump heavily to the ground, the impact sending a small spray of blood across the already stained earth.
"Now. Who's next?" King asked, his tone laced with a twisted kind of enjoyment from the ongoing killing spree. His attack pattern was something outright bizarre and random, a chaotic mix that made him incredibly difficult for any opponent to predict or counter effectively. Coupled with his many years of experience in battling humans through countless life and death struggles, it elevated him to a level of danger that few could match or survive against.
King proceeded to kill off the rebels one by one, methodically working through their ranks with a relentless efficiency. His chains became drenched in the warm, sticky blood of his victims, and as they absorbed it, they seemed to evolve right before the eyes of anyone who might have been watching. The blades attached along the lengths of the chains grew larger and bigger, expanding with each fresh kill, feeding on the blood like living entities hungry for more destruction and power.
"Now. You are the last person to deal with," King smiled, his expression cold and predatory as he stared dead into the eyes of the Frost Clan Master, every other rebel having been swiftly and brutally dealt with by his hands.
"Aaron. Please. For the sake of my daughter. Spare me," the Frost Master pleaded, his hands clapped together tightly in a gesture of desperate supplication, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of his fear.
Aaron raised his head slowly, his movement deliberate as he halted King from launching into his next attack against the Frost Master, the air thick with tension.
"Why did you pick the red ribbon? I'm sure your children must have discouraged you from doing so. So? What's your reason?" Aaron asked, his voice steady and probing. The throne he sat on began to disintegrate gradually as he rose to his feet, the structure crumbling into fine dust that scattered on the faint breeze. He walked close to the Frost clansman with measured steps, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of the commendable King, a silent signal of acknowledgement.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't handle the pressure from the others. We have been allies for as long as I can remember," the Frost Master apologized, his words coming out in a rush, his eyes avoiding direct contact as if ashamed.
"King could though. Be truthful. Pressure did the least of it. Greed was the main reason you chose the red ribbon," Aaron explained, his gaze intense as he stared deep into the eyes of the Frost Clan Master, peeling away layers of deception with his insight.
"I deserve death truly. But for the sake of my daughter who you are betrothed to, please spare me," the Frost Master pleaded once more, his voice gaining a bit more urgency, clinging to that one thread of hope.
"No. You can't be trusted. Like the others you are greedy. Same way you betrayed my parent, forgetting it was my father that saved your wife and unborn child. How easy it was for you to forget all my father's good deed when it was time to remove them from the picture," Aaron mused, his tone reflective yet accusatory, already having figured out the true nature of the Frost Master through his actions and words.
"Aaron. All I ask for is mercy. For the sake of my daughter," the Frost Master pressed, repeating his plea with growing desperation, his clasped hands shaking now.
"Mercy? I see. So this was your safe proof should the plan backfire. Use your daughter as the shield from my wrath. Unfortunately for you. I do not desire to spare you, not in the very least," Aaron said with finality, his decision unshakeable, the words landing like a judge's gavel.
"You can't kill me! My daughter will never forgive you if you kill me. I'm her father!" the Frost Master raised his voice, fear slowly settling in deeper as Aaron refused to show any sign of mercy despite the repeated use of his daughter, Alice, as the reason to be spared.
"Actually she will. It sucks though. Can't believe my first wife will be wedded to me without the blessing from her father. Oh well, we will make do," Aaron said, his response casual yet laced with a hint of regret, as he began walking away from the Frost Master, turning his back on the doomed man.
"Finish him off King. I will be waiting for you when you are done," Aaron finalized the death sentence of the Frost Master, his voice commanding and absolute, before warping himself from the location in a shimmer of distorted space.
"Sucks to be you man. How greedy could you be?" King asked, his chains coiling and uncoiling restlessly, ready for the final battle, the metal links clinking softly in anticipation.
"King. I will at least take you with me," the Frost Master said coldly, his tone shifting from plea to threat, resolve hardening in his eyes.
"Not possible. Unlike the rest of you. I'm still Immortal, and I'm not willing to give that up. I mean dying once wasn't so fun," King smiled, demonstrating his point by stabbing himself straight into his heart with his own blade, the action bold and unflinching.
"See? Unkillable," King smiled, pulling the blade out as the wound sealed instantly, no trace left behind.
"No one can truly be Immortal. They will always be a loophole," Jay muttered, spreading his palm wide open in preparation.
From his palm, a sword made of ice materialized slowly, forming layer by layer until it was complete. The ice sword was extremely sharp, its edge glinting with a deadly frost, and its durability was something not to be underestimated or messed with. That was the talent of Jay—an S-rank talent known as ice blade, a power that had served him well in many battles before.
"You know, I have always wanted to fight you Jay," King smiled, his excitement genuine, eager for the clash.
Jay didn't reply, keeping his focus sharp as he went in for the attack, moving nimbly across the ground with agile footwork. He swung his sword at the neck of King, and from the edge of the sword, thin sharp ice shards were released, hurtling towards King's neck like frozen projectiles.
King didn't bother to dodge, standing firm and allowing the blade to cut his neck off cleanly, the severance quick and precise. Yet, his twin blades continued to attack Jay despite him being headless, the chains guiding them with autonomous precision.
Jay was forced to dodge the incoming attack, escaping by a hair's breadth, his breath coming in sharp gasps from the close call.
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Chapter 154: NEXT PHASE BEGINS I
"Do you know what's so fun of being an immortal? You don't have do dodge and attack for fear of death," King explained, his severed head regenerating at an instant, flesh knitting back together seamlessly in a matter of seconds.
"Only stupid like you will give that up," King smiled, regaining control and manipulating his chains once more with a flick of his will.
The chains attacked from all angles, a barrage of strikes that put Jay firmly on the defensive, forcing him to block and evade King's resilient and unyielding assault, struggling hard to stay alive amid the persistent attacks that showed no sign of letting up.
Jay gave up on attacking entirely, realizing that with King unable to die, it was futile; instead, he resorted to only defending, placing a minuscule hope that his daughter might somehow come to his rescue in this dire moment.
"Tsk. It's no fun seeing you like this," King muttered, dissatisfaction creeping into his voice as he increased the speed of his chains four times their previous pace, the sudden acceleration catching Jay completely off guard.
Jay tried to dodge the sped-up attack, but his reflexes couldn't keep up with the blinding velocity, both blades boring through him cleanly in quick succession. One of the blades tore through his abdomen with a ripping sound, while the other pierced straight through his chest, ending his life in an instant as blood welled up and his body went limp.
King stood still amidst the corpses, surveying the scene like an executioner who had just finished his assigned tasks, the air heavy with the silence of the dead.
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After warping from the place, Aaron appeared within his castle, the familiar walls materializing around him as he settled back onto his throne. With a simple thought, space warped once more, twisting and bending to bring two beings into existence before him—Lyrith and Dream, their forms solidifying in the dim light of the chamber.
"I believe our meeting has been long overdue," Aaron voiced out, his tone even as he stared at the two, assessing their expressions.
"Aaron Highborn," Dream said slowly, her voice cautious, acknowledging his presence.
"Dream. And Lyrith. How have you been enjoying your stay within the sanctuary? Seeing as you both chose the blue ribbon, I wish to believe you do enjoy my rule," Aaron said calmly, his words a test of their loyalty.
"Only a stupid person will pick a fight with someone in his own house. I'm at least smart enough to avoid dying pointlessly the second time," Lyrith replied, folding her hands across her chest in a defensive posture, her attitude defiant yet pragmatic.
"Let's not waste any much of our time here. How well can you introduce me to Asmodeus? I believe we both have the same end goal," Aaron asked Lyrith directly, cutting to the chase.
"What? Why will you want to meet him? I know you are strong. But trust me. You are not strong enough to face Asmodeus. He is dangerous. He's league above you," Lyrith tried to dissuade Aaron from what she felt was an absurd and suicidal idea, her concern genuine.
Like the others, she knew of her Immortality and wasn't so sure how it worked exactly. She didn't know what would happen if Aaron was to die, and to be honest, she didn't want to find out by dying herself. Not so soon after her previous brush with death.
"League above me? Just how much do you know about me?" Aaron asked, a small smile playing on his face, intrigued by her assessment.
"Is he league above Thor? Or Ignis? Or Rhaigon? Or perhaps Loki?" Aaron asked, tapping his fingers on the throne rhythmically, the sound echoing softly in the room.
"How? How did you know them?" Lyrith asked in surprise, her eyes widening as she took in the names.
"Cause we crossed path. And they weren't league above me. So just how strong is Asmodeus?" Aaron asked, his confidence evident.
"You are a monster," Lyrith muttered under her breath, taking a few steps backward instinctively, her fear palpable.
"Prepare to contact them. Cook up some story and link me up with Asmodeus. The second task for you is to secretly spy on the actions of Baal and his forces. Fill me in on every information needed about them. It won't be far in the distance when I will have to clash with them," Aaron instructed, his orders clear and detailed.
"Can I not go?" Lyrith asked, her voice reluctant, as she had been enjoying the few days of lazing around within the sanctuary, free from immediate dangers.
"That's out of the question. Fulfill the task I'm handing to you and don't disappoint me Lyrith," Aaron said firmly.
"Tsk," Lyrith clicked her tongue in annoyance, resigning herself to her fate with a sigh.
"You have a week to be on your way," Aaron finalized, then sending Lyrith away with a wave of his hand, the space warping to remove her from the chamber.
"Now back to you," Aaron stared at Dream, shifting his focus.
"You are no longer tied to any oath. So now pick a side. Will you serve under me or not?" Aaron asked. She might have chosen the blue ribbon, but Aaron wanted to be sure of her standing totally, leaving no doubts.
"Yes," Dream nodded her head, her mind made up after careful consideration.
"Very well. You have a lot to prove to me. Especially after abandoning me and my sister left under your care by my parent. Get ready, I will make sure to utilize your strength greatly. Hope you haven't grown rusty," Aaron said, his expectations high.
With his meeting with Lyrith and Dream done, Aaron met with Rain and Cain, the last of the Bluestar powerhouses he hadn't had some time with and an effective conversation with yet, rounding out his assessments.
With the rebels out of the equation, Aaron called for a meeting with every noble once more, as well as the powerhouses within his sanctuary, his parents included in the gathering. He avoided conversation with Alice in the meantime concerning her father, beginning the second phase of his plan to grow stronger paramount to everything else.
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"I have put an end to the internal conflict within our empire. Now, we can finally continue the initial goal of our empire. Conquest. It is time to conquer everything in our path."
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