Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 292

Chapter 292: SPAR AGAINST DRACULA
“Hmm. Your strength has increased further. I suppose your strength is passable enough to assist my goals,” Dracula said, ignoring Aaron’s lighthearted words as if he had never heard them at all. His voice was deep and measured, carrying the weight of centuries, his gaze piercing and unyielding.

Aaron smiled, fully expecting that dismissive outcome from Dracula, the legendary lord of eternal night. The ancient vampire’s stoic demeanor was as unchanging as the shadows he commanded.

“How can I help your goals, Great grandpa?” Aaron asked again, the smile on his face remaining constant and genuine. He leaned slightly forward, ready to engage, his posture relaxed yet attentive in the presence of his formidable ancestor.

“It’s been a long time since I had a proper spar. Now that I have recovered my strength up to the galactic rank, I need at least one battle to sharpen myself,” Dracula replied, his tone matter-of-fact, eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed Aaron anew.

Aaron smiled at Dracula’s words, the idea sparking interest within him. Sparring with Dracula wasn’t a bad notion at all; it offered a perfect chance to gauge just how strong he had truly become, testing his limits against a living legend.

“Alright, Grandpa. You decide the time and location. I’m ready to face you,” Aaron accepted the challenge without hesitation, his voice brimming with confidence. He stood taller, anticipation building like a storm on the horizon.

“Then we will be fighting now. Prepare a perfect location for us to battle,” Dracula demanded, his expression unchanging, the command issued with the authority of one accustomed to obedience.

Aaron nodded his head, agreeing to Dracula’s demand without protest. He had just the right thought in mind for the spar, a vision forming of an arena worthy of their clash, isolated yet grand.

Controlling space with effortless precision, he transported them to an empty expanse within the sanctuary, a desolate void stretching for several light-years with no signs of life. The area was silent and vast, stars faintly twinkling in the distance, providing a stark backdrop for what was to come.

Making use of his Primordial Terra talent, he created a solid platform of flat, unyielding earth across the expanse, spanning thousands of light-years. The ground materialized with a deep rumble, smooth and resilient, reshaping into the grand form of an amphitheater that echoed ancient coliseums but on a cosmic scale.

A large central space was carved out as the main arena, its boundaries marked by subtle ridges of hardened stone that gleamed under the starlight. Then, using his mastery over space, he isolated the arena from the spectators’ stands, erecting invisible barriers to prevent any stray attack from reaching the onlookers, ensuring safety amid potential chaos.

He designed the amphitheater to span several light-years, adorning it with intricate minerals that enhanced its beauty several times over. Veins of glowing crystals wove through the stone, casting ethereal hues of blue and silver, transforming the structure into a breathtaking monument of power and elegance.

With everything meticulously set in place, Aaron created quadrillions of invitations, ethereal cards that shimmered like holograms. He sent them out to every family within the sanctuary, announcing his impending battle against Dracula, the details etched in luminous script that pulsed with energy.

Those interested simply had to think of attending, and they would be teleported to the amphitheater in a flash. The process was seamless, drawing crowds from across the vast domain with effortless magic.

Nearly 70% of the entire populace accepted the invitation, their curiosity and excitement palpable. Slowly, the amphitheater filled with eager spectators, the stands buzzing with murmurs and anticipation as beings from countless worlds gathered to witness the spectacle.

Alice, Isobel, Michael, Aaron’s parents, and everyone close to Aaron from the beginning, as well as those he had formed bonds with during his conquests were present. None of them were willing to miss Aaron’s battle, their faces alight with a mix of pride and thrill, seated in prime positions overlooking the arena.

“When was the last time he fought like this for a crowd to watch?” Rose asked, a rare smile gracing her face as she gazed at Aaron. Seeing him there, poised and ready, stirred a warmth in her, amplified by the prospect of him in combat.

“The last I could remember was his battle against Michael,” Alice commented thoughtfully, her eyes fixed on the arena. Memories of that distant clash surfaced, a reminder of how far they had all come.

“I’m sure he dealt with you properly,” Leo teased lightly, a grin spreading across his face as he nudged Michael playfully, the camaraderie evident in his tone.

“Yeah. But I held my ground. At least it wasn’t too one-sided,” Michael said thoughtfully, recalling the intense euphoria of battling Aaron during the fresher versus sophomore event. The adrenaline of that day still echoed in his mind, a fond recollection amid their growth.

“That was when he was greatly holding back. It became one-sided when he became a bit serious,” Alice countered, refusing to let Michael console himself with half-truths. Her words were delivered with a teasing edge, her smile softening the jab.

“This will be the first time seeing my son fighting. And it will be against my grandfather. The new generation versus the old generation. Wonder who’s going to win,” Liam said with a smile, his eyes focused intently on the arena where Aaron stood. Aaron’s visage commanded respect, a figure of poised strength against the vast backdrop.

Dracula stood further away on the opposite side, looking at Aaron with an expressionless face that betrayed no emotion. His presence was like a shadow given form, ancient and imposing, the air around him thick with unspoken power.

“You made it a show?” Dracula muttered, his eyes scanning the entire spectators’ stands slowly. The crowds murmured in hushed awe, the scale of the event drawing their undivided attention.

“I hope that doesn’t worry you, Grandpa. It’s not every time this sanctuary has something to cheer about. So whatever opportunity I get, it’s best I make the best out of it,” Aaron replied smoothly, his tone light yet respectful, acknowledging the spectacle without apology.

“So, system, what handicap should I give myself? Inability to use my origin bloodline, or inability to use my Primordial talents,” Aaron asked the system mentally, a confident look etched on his face. He hoped to balance the confrontation with Dracula, which he felt might be too one-sided in his favor otherwise.

[Quite the arrogance you are exuding. You know he was once the strongest man in the universe right?]