Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 301

Chapter 301: THE ABNORMAL OUTCOME II
“I see,” Aaron answered thoughtfully, beginning to grasp a little insight on what the system meant.

“That was quite insightful, Great Grandpa. Now, if you will excuse me, I will be paying my loved ones a visit,” Aaron said to Dracula, standing still like a sovereign overseeing the entire universe.

His voice carried a tone of finality, laced with respect, as he prepared to depart. The amphitheater’s vast emptiness seemed to bow to his presence, the stars above twinkling in quiet approval.

“Go ahead. I shall remain here and hone my skills. It’s the best place to train for me,” Dracula replied. His voice was calm, accepting the shift from conversation to solitude.

He glanced around the empty tiers, the mysterious vibe of the structure suiting his eternal nature, the shadows welcoming him like old companions.

“Very well.”

Aaron transferred omnipotent control, confining it just to the arena, granting Dracula the means to aid in his training.

The transfer felt like a subtle hum in the air, empowering the space with boundless potential tailored specifically to the vampire’s needs. The earthen platform seemed to respond, its surface glowing faintly with infused energy.

Before taking his leave, Aaron vanished in a ripple of space, teleporting toward the origin planet of the sanctuary. The transition was smooth, leaving behind a faint echo in the air, the amphitheater returning to its profound silence with Dracula as its sole inhabitant.

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Chen Wo sat on a simple wooden stool like some ethereal celestial being, his posture exuding calm and brooding intensity.

His robe draped elegantly over his frame, the fabric shimmering faintly in the dim light of the chamber.

He lifted a delicate porcelain cup to his lips, taking a slow, measured sip from his tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat as steam curled upward in lazy spirals.

Sitting on the same ornate seat beside him was a man bearing a striking resemblance, his features sharp and mirrored, like a reflection honed by different trials.

The man’s long, dark hair was neatly tied in a traditional knot, catching the subtle glow from nearby lanterns.

He wore a flowing cultivator robe paired with fitted trousers that whispered softly with every slight shift in his position.

Covering his eyes was a blindfold, ominously dark and radiating a dangerous yet powerful vibe that seemed to pulse with restrained menace.

The fabric absorbed the surrounding light, creating an aura of impenetrable mystery around him, as if it held secrets that could unravel worlds.

Pressure leaked out from the blindfold in minute waves, a subtle force that threatened to overwhelm and destroy anything caught in its relentless path.

It rippled outward like invisible currents, pressing against the air with an almost tangible weight, hinting at the immense, untamed power sealed beneath the simple cloth.

“Good to see you in good condition now. I was afraid you were never going to be a cultivator again,” the cultivator with the blindfold, Chen Ye, referred to Chen Wo, a faint smile curving his lips.

His voice was smooth and resonant, carrying a brotherly warmth tempered by underlying authority, the words hanging in the dimly lit chamber like a gentle echo.

“Thanks to your help and your squad members, I was able to heal my severed hands and treat my grievous wounds. You have my gratitude,” Chen Wo offered sincerely, his tone filled with deep appreciation.

He set his teacup down gently on a small side table, the porcelain clinking softly against the wood, his eyes reflecting a renewed spark of vitality amid the chamber’s serene ambiance.

“The man that did this to my brother and stole the Dragon Forge. Who is he? I promise to return the punishment a thousandfold,” Chen Ye said coldly, his voice dropping to a chilling timbre like frost spreading over a frozen river.

The blindfold seemed to darken further, the air around him growing colder and heavier with his rising intent, the pressure intensifying subtly.

“He is dead. An acquaintance of mine helped put him down,” Chen Wo said matter-of-factly, his expression remaining calm and composed as he recalled the chaotic events. He leaned back slightly on his stool, the wood creaking faintly under his weight, his gaze steady in the soft lantern light.

“And you didn’t get Dragon Forge back? Where is Dragon Forge?” Chen Ye asked, his frown deepening visibly, the pressure from his blindfold surging in minute bursts.

His fingers tightened on the armrest of his seat, betraying his mounting frustration, the chamber’s air thickening with unspoken tension.

“We had to leave as quickly as possible before his allies arrived. The Dragon Forge wouldn’t have been the only thing we lost if we had remained,” King said from a distance, his voice steady and composed as he walked toward the duo.

His footsteps echoed softly on the polished stone floor, his presence cutting through the heavy atmosphere with quiet confidence.

“And who are you?” Ye asked with a pronounced frown etching his features, his blindfold tilting slightly as if sensing the intruder’s aura. The air around him grew denser, the subtle pressure probing outward like invisible tendrils seeking weaknesses.

“The benefactor that saved my life,” Chen Wo introduced King, his tone respectful and firm. He gestured lightly toward the approaching figure, acknowledging his pivotal role in the survival that had brought them to this secure chamber.

“And the reason you couldn’t think straight and retrieve Dragon Forge,” Ye retorted with an annoyed look sharpening his expression. His voice carried a sharp, biting edge, frustration simmering beneath his composed facade, the blindfold’s ominous vibe intensifying the moment.

“Seems to me the blade is of more value to you than your brother. Quite the weird family bond you both have,” King replied unflinchingly, not the least bit fazed by Ye’s cold attitude.

He stopped a respectful distance away, his eyes meeting the blindfold without a trace of fear, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Ye didn’t reply immediately, but it was clear to all present that King’s words had struck a sensitive chord. The silence stretched taut, heavy with unspoken rivalries and tensions, the chamber’s dim light casting long shadows that danced across the walls like silent observers.

“Anyways, that should be the least of your worries. We need to act quickly. We just came back from our reconnaissance and found the entire nebula we were once in, along with neighboring nebulas, erased from the universe completely. His friends are coming, and I doubt we have what it takes to stop them currently,” King said, skillfully mixing truth with carefully crafted lies to the princes of the demonic cult.

His voice remained even and grave, painting a vivid picture of impending catastrophe that loomed over them like a gathering storm, his expression somber amid the chamber’s tense ambiance.