Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 309

Chapter 309: LOOMING BATTLE III
Terra manifested from the Primordial Terra talent, a colossal figure of unyielding stone and earth, quaking nebulas with seismic force.

Ignite blazed forth from Primordial flames manipulation, a being of eternal fire that scorched entire star clusters into ash with a mere glance.

Weaver arose from Primordial space manipulation, threads of reality bending at its will, folding distances like paper.

End embodied the life and death law, a spectral reaper that withered blooming nebulas or revived dead voids at whim.

And lastly, Chrono from Primordial time manipulation, a temporal wraith that aged stars to dust or reversed entropy in frozen moments, its form flickering like a glitch in the universe’s timeline.

Each of these clones had mastery over a major talent or bloodline variant of Aaron, their specialized natures making them far more potent than generalized duplicates.

They moved as extensions of his will, synchronized in purpose yet independent in execution.

With their abilities, they conquered nebulas as quickly as they could, overwhelming defenses with tailored assaults.

Terra shattering planetary cores, Ignite igniting gas clouds into infernos before merging the captured realms and devouring their essence in ravenous gulps.

Within a week, fifty-three nebulas had been conquered, their vast energies funneled back to Aaron.

The sanctuary expanded subtly with each addition, stars blooming brighter, voids filling with nascent life as the absorbed power rippled through.

The clones pushed harder in the conquest, their strength surging as Aaron’s rank climbed steadily.

Each victory fed into the next, a cycle of growth that accelerated like a snowball rolling down an infinite slope, their forms evolving with every devoured nebula.

After reaching the sub-sector rank, the clones began conquering ten nebulas at a time, their coordinated strikes like a symphony of destruction.

Swarms of shadow tendrils, temporal loops, and flaming barrages overwhelmed entire clusters, the void echoing with the cries of collapsing stars.

After another ten days of constant, unyielding conquest, Aaron ascended to the sector rank.

Now, his clones rampaged through hundred nebulas daily, their power amplified to cataclysmic levels, merging swaths of space in blinding flashes of energy until he reached the quadrant rank.

At quadrant rank, ten thousand nebulas were needed to advance further. The scale was immense, a challenge that tested even their specialized might, the void trembling under the weight of such ambition.

All his clones needed was to conquer a thousand nebulas each, dividing the task like predators carving up territory.

Their assaults became legends whispered in surviving outposts, dark figures that blotted out stars, leaving only empty space behind.

But unlike the previous conquests where they could operate with a bit more covert subtlety, conquering a thousand nebulas each couldn’t go unnoticed within the galaxy.

The disappearances rippled like voids in the cosmic web, drawing eyes from every corner, alarms blaring across the galactic networks.

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“What’s happening to your galaxy? Why exactly is it shrinking?” Reign asked Chen Ye, his voice a deep growl that vibrated through the command center’s reinforced walls.

After a month, he had completely transferred most of his forces to the galaxy Aaron was in.

Vast fleets now orbited the planet, titans marching in disciplined ranks, their destructive auras casting long shadows over the landscape.

The looming battle hung on the horizon, only a matter of time before the clash erupted.

Tensions simmered like a pot about to boil over, preparations humming with urgent energy.

“That’s likely the work of our common enemy. I don’t know the reason for his actions, but we can’t sit back anymore,” Chen Ye replied, his tone shifting to one of decisive action.

He studied the shrinking galactic map, nebulas vanishing like stars winking out.

“It’s time we start searching for him. I will appreciate it if you can spread your men across the galaxy. They should quickly relay the message if they spot him. Let’s begin the hunt,” Chen Ye requested from Reign, beginning to put his plans into motion. His blindfold concealed his eyes, but his posture radiated command.

“Very well,” Reign nodded his head, agreeing without hesitation.

His massive form turned, issuing orders to his subordinates with a booming voice that echoed through the center.

With that, Reign took his leave, his footsteps thudding heavily as he exited.

The door sealed behind him with a hydraulic hiss, leaving Chen Ye alone in the command control center, holograms flickering like ghosts in the dim light.

“Brother,” Chen Wo walked into the control room moments later, his presence quiet yet purposeful.

He stood before Chen Ye, his robe flowing gently in the recycled air, his expression a mask of determination.

“Chen Wo. What do you want?” Chen Ye asked, his tone neutral but edged with impatience. He didn’t look up from the holographic displays, markers shifting under his subtle gestures.

“I want to be part of the operation tightly. I want my revenge and wish to redeem my blade,” Chen Wo requested, his voice firm. He clenched his fists slightly, the memory of his defeat burning like an unquenched fire within him.

“Revenge? I’m afraid the next time you meet him to even consider a rematch, you will die quickly,” Chen Ye said bluntly, not sugarcoating his words to his brother. He finally glanced up, the blindfold adding weight to his dismissive gaze.

“You can’t be so sure of that,” Chen Wo retorted, an angry look flashing across his face.

He struggled to hold back his rising fury, his muscles tensing under his robe.

“I am very sure about it. You lost with Dragon Forge. What do you think will happen without Dragon Forge? Accept it and move on. You have lost the qualification for successorship. The faster you know that, the better for you.”

“I haven’t lost anything,” Chen Wo rebutted sharply, his voice rising with defiance. His eyes narrowed, the control room’s holograms casting blue glows across his frustrated features.

“Do as you please. Just don’t get in my way. I can’t kill you because of the rules laid by Father, but that doesn’t mean I can’t deal with you in my own ways,” Chen Ye warned coldly, rising to his feet.

His robe settled around him like a dark wave, his presence filling the room with unspoken threat.

He left the control room without another word, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The door slid shut behind him with a soft click, leaving Chen Wo alone amid the flickering displays.