Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: INVADING FOREIGN GALAXIES
Aaron had a knowing smile on his face, seeing the panicked face of the captain. It played across his features like a secret amusement, his sharp senses picking up every nuance.

With his sharp senses, he was able to hear the conversation between the captain and the communication department, the words carrying clearly through the thinned atmosphere.

“It’s no use trying to reach out to the outside nebula space. There is no outside space aside from the very space you can set your eyes on,” Aaron said calmly to the captain. His tone was almost conversational, belying the dire implication.

His words were merely a whisper, but they reached the ears of every enemy present, amplified by the isolated bubble, sending shivers through the ranks.

Everyone felt a chill through their spine at the words of Aaron’s, the realization dawning like ice water over their heated forms.

“Now. Shall we continue from where we left off?” Aaron asked, his gaze calm and neutral. He stood relaxed, as if pausing for a breath in a leisurely stroll.

His disposition was like one simply having a light game and fun activities, his posture loose and unthreatening amid the growing despair.

Except the game he was playing was one that involved the lives of thousands of beings, each one a pawn in his path to mastery, the stakes etched in the void around them.

The captain, as well as the entire battalion, stood still, not taking a single step toward Aaron.

The air in the isolated space hung heavy with dread, the metallic tang of fear mingling with the faint ozone from earlier plasma blasts.

They feared suffering the same fate as their disintegrated allies, the memory of those erasures etched into their minds like ghosts in the void, leaving their limbs frozen and breaths shallow.

“You all just can’t stand there. Come after me,” Aaron taunted, his voice echoing softly in the confined bubble, a casual challenge that belied the lethal intent in his steady gaze.

Aaron made his move, advancing toward the armies with deliberate steps that seemed to warp the space around him slightly, his dark cloak trailing like a banner of impending doom.

“Hold your stance! Do not cower!” the captain ordered loudly, gripping his vine whip firmly as he decided to swallow his fear.

His knuckles whitened around the writhing handle, the organic tendrils pulsing with faint green energy, a desperate bid to rally his crumbling resolve.

Aaron could care less if they held their fear or not.

Indifference washed over him like a cool wave, his focus sharpening on the task at hand, the thrill of mastery still buzzing in his veins from his recent progress.

He moved like a reaper of death, taking the lives of every soldier he touched.

His form glided through the ranks with eerie precision, each contact a silent harvest that left only emptiness in its wake.

Either the soldier was disintegrated to nothing with his time element, their forms crumbling into aged dust that scattered like forgotten ashes, or shredded into nothing by the turbulent space element, ripped apart in swirling voids that snapped shut with finality.

Aaron tore through the soldiers, destroying even the warships in front of him.

The massive vessels groaned under the assault, their hulls buckling as spatial rifts tore through metal and machinery, explosions blooming briefly in the vacuum before being swallowed by his power.

Aaron was methodical with his actions, killing every single soldier in his path.

He calculated each strike, his porcelain skin untouched by the chaos, the elements flowing from him like extensions of his will, methodical and unrelenting.

Aaron stood still in the isolated space, the bubble now eerily silent, devoid of the earlier clamor of battle.

The stars outside warped faintly at the edges, a reminder of his control over this pocket of reality.

Not a single being was spared by Aaron. The ground lay barren, no traces of blood or debris, just the sterile emptiness that amplified the weight of his solitary victory.

“Well, for all it’s worth, I learned something. Should probably go get a review from Dracula,” Aaron mused to himself, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he reflected on the session, the adrenaline ebbing into quiet satisfaction.

Opening a rift, Aaron returned to the sanctuary.

The portal hummed open with a resonant tear, pulling him through in a swirl of distorted light, leaving the isolated void to collapse behind him.

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Aaron’s clones appeared at different galaxies each, following the instructions given to them by Aaron.

They materialized in distant voids, the vast expanses of stars and nebulae stretching out like uncharted maps, each clone carrying a piece of his unyielding ambition.

Ego appeared within the Creen galaxy.

The arrival was seamless, the air around him shimmering briefly as he oriented himself amid the swirling asteroid fields.

He appeared at an asteroid belt within the galaxy, together with the clone that could control space.

Chunks of rock tumbled lazily in the weightless dance, their surfaces scarred and ancient, casting long shadows under the galaxy’s distant suns.

“Let’s get to the very heart of the galaxy,” Ego instructed the space clone, eager for a battle.

His voice carried a hungry edge, eyes gleaming with anticipation, the thrill of conquest quickening his pulse.

He was deliberately chosen to lead the forces against the Creen galaxy, considering he was the one clone that would least be affected by the destruction element of the destruction titans.

The space clone nodded its head in understanding, warping space with masterful control.

The gesture was fluid, fingers tracing invisible patterns that bent reality like folded paper.

With a single wave of his hand, he changed the coordinates they were both located at. The shift was instantaneous, a gentle pull that rearranged the stars around them in a dizzying realignment.

Ego and the space clone appeared at the very heart of the Creen galaxy.

The core pulsed with vibrant energy, massive spires and castles orbiting a central nexus, the air thick with the hum of cosmic forces.

Ego stood arrogantly at the spire of Reign’s castle, casting a glance around his surroundings.