Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 335

Chapter 335: EPIPHANY II
The titan’s bulk blocked out sections of the corridor lights, his dark armor absorbing the illumination, making him appear as a void given shape.

He adorned a dark armor, holding a large sledgehammer.

The plates gleamed with an ominous sheen, etched with rune like designs that glimmered faintly under, the hammer’s head massive and scarred from countless battles, its weight evident in the subtle strain of his grip.

The titan was in the nebula rank as well, being a five-star sub-sector rank.

Power emanated from him in waves, the air distorting slightly around his form, his presence a gravitational pull that made lesser beings quail.

“Quite the bold guy,” Aaron smiled, not a single fear in his eyes.

His expression remained relaxed, the mystic eyes glinting with golden fractals, absorbing the scene with unyielding clarity, a subtle thrill building in his chest.

[Are you sure you can defeat this fellow with just your poorly mastered time and space technique?]

“Come on, man. When you get a new toy, you have always got to take it for a spin. He will surely understand,” Aaron muttered, a sheepish smile on his face.

His tone was light, fingers flexing as energy gathered, the anticipation of testing his mystic eyes making his blood hum with excitement.

He hinted at his desire of not caring about just practicing his technique, but fighting with all his abilities while test-running his mystic eyes.

The words carried a playful edge, his posture shifting subtly, readying for the clash, the sentinel’s metallic scent mingling with the ozone of impending battle.

“Attack!” the titan commander ordered, pointing his sledgehammer toward Aaron.

The command thundered through the ranks, the battalion surging forward like a tidal wave of destruction, weapons gleaming under the harsh interior lights.

Aaron, just as pumped up for the battle, raised both hands, pointing them toward the approaching titans flying toward him.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his mystic eyes dissecting their movements in layered clarity, time unfolding like a panorama before him.

He released a combined burst of space element and time element, internally hoping he would get it right.

The energies swirled from his palms, distorting the air in rippling waves, the dual forces clashing in a volatile dance.

But despite his hope, the space and time elements sizzled out into nothing meters after it was released.

The burst fizzled with a soft pop, dissipating harmlessly, leaving faint trails of ethereal energy that lingered like fading smoke in the corridor.

“Hmm?” Aaron muttered, his brow furrowing slightly.

He didn’t have the defeated look he always had after failing.

Instead, he had a surprised look on his face, watching the attacks closely.

Curiosity lit his features, the mystic eyes delving deeper, unraveling the failure with newfound insight.

With his mystic eyes, Aaron could see the hidden makeup of his time and space attack, as well as their composition.

The elements appeared in stark detail, their interactions laid bare like a dissected mechanism, the flaws glowing in his perception like cracks in glass.

It felt almost as if the most complicated circuit he couldn’t understand became simple and clear to him.

The complexity unraveled into basic components, each thread of energy traceable, the harmony and discord evident in vibrant clarity.

Almost as if it had been broken down from its sophisticated phase to a much simpler and easily comprehensible one.

The revelation washed over him like a cool wave, understanding blooming instantly, the mystic eyes transforming failure into a lesson etched in cosmic light.

“Is that what you got? Guess I expected too much from a failure,” the commander mocked, his vanguard already arriving before Aaron, encircling him.

Laughter rumbled from his throat, the battalion forming a tight ring, weapons trained with lethal intent, the air thick with the scent of charged energy and impending violence.

Aaron, though, was too focused on the composition of his attack, and how the time and space elements interacted within it, to care about his enemies surrounding him.

The intricate dance of energies replayed in his mind, each swirl and clash demanding his full attention, the distant roars of the titans fading into insignificant background noise like the hum of distant stars.

The composition of the attack replayed in Aaron’s head over and over again, every detail etched with crystal clarity thanks to his mystic eyes.

The golden fractals within them pulsed faintly, highlighting the subtle flows of silver time threads weaving through the void-black space currents, the interplay mesmerizing him like a puzzle slowly unlocking its secrets.

The entire process was stored permanently in his memory like a captured photographic film, preserved in flawless fidelity by the Memory Imprint ability.

He could recall the exact moment of fizzle, the energies clashing in vibrant bursts that now seemed so obvious, the mental replay looping seamlessly as if time itself bent to his will, the cold vacuum of space pressing against his skin while his thoughts raced inward.

“Fire!” the commander commanded, his voice booming through the sentinel’s corridors like a thunderclap echoing off metal walls.

Titans and the rest of the battalion proficient in long-range attacks released assaults of varying sizes, lethality, and elements.

Bolts of plasma hissed through the air with scorching heat, beams of destruction energy crackled with void-black fury that warped the space around them, projectiles of ice shattered the air with crystalline cracks, and fireballs roared with infernal glows, the combined onslaught filling the confined space with a cacophony of sizzling energy and the acrid scent of ozone mingled with burning metal.

Aaron, while still concentrating on the process in his mind, created shields made of space shards around him, blocking the attacks.

The barriers materialized with a resonant hum that vibrated through his bones, jagged fragments of distorted reality shimmering like fractured glass suspended in the void, their edges rippling with contained spatial force that bent the incoming projectiles away.

The long-range attacks bombarded the space shards, but were unable to bypass the space shards created by Aaron.

Explosions bloomed against the barriers in brilliant, blinding flashes of color, the shards absorbing and redirecting the energy with rippling distortions that sent shockwaves back toward the attackers, the air thickening with the metallic tang of overheated weapons and the faint, bitter smoke of deflected plasma.