Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: PRACTICE THROUGH BATTLE

It stood isolated on a rocky outpost, its guards fewer and less armored, their postures lax in the dim glow of distant stars.

Bending space, he appeared before a soldier on watch duty.

The transition was seamless, a ripple in reality that left the air around him shimmering briefly, like heat waves on a desert plain.

The soldier had several arms and two legs, his chitinous exoskeleton glistening under the sentinel’s harsh floodlights.

He also had several eyes all over his body, each one blinking independently, reflecting Aaron’s form in multifaceted glints.

“Hello. I’m Aaron Highborn,” Aaron introduced himself, his tone casual yet laced with an undercurrent of amusement.

He stood tall, his cloak billowing slightly in the artificial breeze from nearby vents.

He isolated space around the entire sentinel, creating a bubble of distorted reality where the stars outside warped like melting glass.

Then he accelerated time within the isolated space to buy him more time, the world inside speeding up while the universe beyond remained frozen in a sluggish crawl.

“He is here!” the soldier roared, his voice a guttural echo that reverberated through the metallic corridors.

Arming himself with several daggers, glowing faintly with mana, he gripped them tightly, the blades humming with latent energy that cast flickering blue shadows on the ground.

“No need to scream, buddy. I will let you do what you want,” Aaron assured the soldier, taking a step back to let him sound the alarm.

His expression remained relaxed, eyes glinting with quiet confidence as he crossed his arms over his chest.

The soldier stared at Aaron speechlessly, unable to believe Aaron would let him inform his other comrades.

Suspicion clouded his many eyes, narrowing them into slits as he hesitated, the air thick with unspoken tension.

He stared at Aaron suspiciously while reaching for his communication device, his multiple arms moving with jerky caution, as if expecting a trap at any moment.

Aaron simply remained still as the soldier brought the device to his mouth, the small gadget beeping softly in the charged silence.

“The enemy is right in front of me. I need backup and support,” he announced, his voice steady but edged with urgency.

His eyes were still fixed on Aaron, fretting on what Aaron was planning.

Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, the fear palpable in the way his limbs trembled faintly.

After waiting for a while, backup arrived timely, with Aaron still standing still. The reinforcements poured in through hatches and corridors, their boots clanging against the metal floors in a rhythmic march that echoed like distant thunder.

“Soldier. What’s the update?” the captain that had arrived asked the soldier from afar, his voice booming with authority, amplified by his helmet’s speakers.

Watching Aaron standing still in front of the soldier without engaging forced him to be suspicious of what was going on.

The captain’s gaze narrowed behind his visor, scanning the scene for hidden threats in the sterile, dimly lit sentinel interior.

“Sir. Nothing is going on. He’s just standing still without doing anything,” the soldier explained, leaving Aaron behind while still having his guard up.

He moved cautiously, his daggers at the ready for any sneak attack.

He joined his teammates after passing some emergency and quick protocol to identify he wasn’t on Aaron’s side.

The checks involved scans and verbal codes, the air buzzing with electronic whirs and muttered confirmations.

“Hah. You are all here. First and foremost, thank you for accepting to practice with me,” Aaron said with a smile, casually swinging his arm.

His movement was fluid, almost playful, as if he were warming up for a casual spar rather than a confrontation.

“You can surrender now and avoid a world of torture and assault before my men,” the commander warned, his tone gravelly and laced with menace, echoing through the assembled ranks.

Behind him were several warships, ready to fire at any moment, their cannons humming with charged energy that made the air vibrate with potential destruction.

Battalions lined neatly around him, heavily armed with weapons of all grades and abilities.

Laser rifles gleamed, plasma grenades hung from belts, and energy shields flickered intermittently, creating a wall of formidable might under the sentinel’s stark lighting.

Aaron smiled at the words of the commander, finding it amusing to listen to.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his flawless features twisting into an expression of genuine entertainment amid the growing hostility.

“Let’s get on with this, shall we?” Aaron muttered, his eyes growing serious.

The shift was subtle, but the intensity in his gaze sharpened, cutting through the tension like a knife.

The black sphere split into two, becoming twin blades.

The division happened with a faint crackle, the air around them warping slightly as the weapons materialized in his hands.

Each blade glowed with the ethereal elements of time and space, swirling patterns of silver and void-black energy dancing along their edges, casting hypnotic reflections on the surrounding metal surfaces.

Raising both hands upward, Aaron swung them toward the battalion as he tried to release an attack of time and space at the same time.

His muscles tensed under his cloak, the power building like a storm gathering force.

“Take cover!” the captain commanded, his voice cracking with urgency.

The arrogance he had on his face wiped away quickly as he felt the sting of death emanating from Aaron.

A chill ran down his spine, the primal fear gripping him like icy fingers.

The attack Aaron was about to release filled the entire battalion with dread as they all braced themselves for the worst to come.

Whispers of panic rippled through the ranks, soldiers shifting uneasily, their breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

Aaron swung both blades, releasing the attacks at the same time.

The energy surged forward with a whoosh, distorting the very fabric of reality in its wake.

“Shield!” the captain commanded, his order slicing through the chaos.

Those in charge of shields and defense made their way to the front to block the attack, fear evident in their eyes.

Their faces paled, hands trembling as they activated barriers that hummed to life with glowing fields of force.