Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: LOOMING BATTLE II
Aaron made use of his omnipotent power within the sanctuary, channeling it with effortless will.

He regenerated the limbs of King in moments, flesh and bone knitting back together seamlessly, the new arms and legs forming with perfect symmetry and strength.

Afterward, he expelled the lingering element of destruction within King’s stumps, the dark force that had been preventing his immortality from regenerating the limbs.

It manifested as a writhing black smoke, which Aaron crushed into oblivion with a casual gesture, the void absorbing the remnants without trace.

“Go get some rest. I have got some tasks to do in preparation for my next encounter with my enemies,” Aaron instructed King, his voice firm yet caring.

He placed a reassuring hand on King’s newly restored shoulder, the sanctuary’s serene light casting gentle glows across their forms.

He called forth all his clones, summoning them from the shadows and voids with a commanding wave.

They materialized in ranks, their forms identical and resolute, while he recreated a new shadow clone, its dark essence coalescing like ink in water.

Attached to every clone was a specialized counterpart that could control space, their eyes glowing with silver glyphs of mastery. The pairs stood ready, a symphony of purpose and power in the sanctuary’s expansive core.

Aaron always crafted his clones like that, after experiments revealing that granting them specialized abilities amplified their strength far more than all-round capabilities. Each one became a honed weapon, efficient and deadly in its focused domain.

“You all have a simple task. Conquer as many nebulas as possible, while the space clones merge them and you devour them. This is a race against time. We need to be in the galactic rank before facing our enemies,” Aaron instructed, a serious look etched on his face.

His voice carried the weight of urgency, echoing through the assembled ranks like a call to arms.

The last clash between his shadow clone against Chen Ye and Reign had made him realize the pressing need to reach the galactic rank before the inevitable battle.

The difference in ranks and raw strength had been glaringly obvious to Aaron, a lesson burned into his resolve amid the void’s cold silence.

Each clone nodded their head in acknowledgment, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine.

They left afterward to fulfill the task provided by Aaron, vanishing through rifts that tore open in the fabric of space, scattering to the far reaches of the galaxy like seeds of conquest.

Aaron, on the other hand, remained within the sanctuary, deciding to improve his skills and abilities as advised by Dracula, before the coming battle.

He stood alone in the vast core, the stars above serving as silent witnesses to his focused training, the air humming with latent power as he began his regimen.

“Hmm. I guess he has some trump cards within his sleeves,” Chen Ye smiled softly. His voice carried a note of intrigued amusement, breaking the quiet of the command center.

He had relocated to another planet after the destruction of the last one, now overseeing the preparations for the impending battle against Aaron.

The new world bustled with activity, ships docking and troops mobilizing under the planet’s dual suns that cast warm, golden light across the landscape.

He had covered his eyes once more with his blindfold, the dark fabric sealing away the destructive glow, restoring his enigmatic presence.

It pulsed faintly with restrained power, a constant reminder of the force he wielded.

Reign stood close to Chen Ye, having decided to stay nearby to move quickly should news of Aaron’s whereabouts become known.

He looked at Chen Ye with curiosity over his cryptic words, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the strategic maps spread before them.

“Nothing much. Someone I expected to be limbless till death seems to have regenerated his limbs, although I don’t know how it happened,” Chen Ye explained casually, returning to his activities.

He adjusted a holographic display, markers shifting across the galactic map like pieces in a grand game.

“It doesn’t matter what trump card he has up his sleeves, but when I see him, I will ensure to crush him and deliver the most painful death ever,” Reign said, clamping his fist in anger.

The motion sent a subtle tremor through the ground, his destructive aura flaring briefly like a contained explosion.

“Are you guys always this arrogant in this universe?” Chen Ye asked curiously, surprised that Reign refused to ponder on what possible trump card Aaron might possess.

He leaned back in his command chair, the blindfold tilting slightly as he regarded the titan.

He was all too accustomed to underdogs using their brains to slay those with greater strength back in his own universe, a lesson that had taught him never to underestimate any foe.

It was a hard-won wisdom, forged in battles where complacency meant death.

It was the reason he was popularly known as the Severing Demon for always claiming the limbs of his enemies first, crippling them before delivering the final, merciless blow.

The title echoed in his mind, a reminder of his methodical approach amid the planet’s bustling preparations.

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Aaron’s clones sprang into action, each one a focused embodiment of his power, conquering a nebula daily with relentless efficiency.

Their forms cut through the cosmic voids like shadows given purpose, stars dimming in their wake as they descended upon swirling clouds of gas and dust.

Aaron had created ten specialized clones for the very purpose of these conquests, drawing from his vast arsenal of talents and bloodlines.

Each was a masterpiece of focused ability, honed for maximum impact in their assigned roles, their presences radiating an aura of inevitable dominance.

The usual clones, Void, Ego, and Astral were present, their forms familiar yet amplified in the sanctuary’s boundless expanse.

Shadow was recreated anew, its inky essence writhing like living darkness, capable of slipping through the cracks of reality.

Abyss emerged from the undead variant, a hollow void of necrotic power that drained life from stars themselves, its presence chilling the void to absolute zero.