Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: TRANSCENDENT TALENT
[Congratulations! You have created the transcendent talent, Space-Time manipulation]

The system notification rang in Aaron’s ears, telling him of his feat.

The words echoed with a resonant chime that vibrated through his skull, satisfaction warming his chest like a gentle flame amid the chaos, the void feeling less empty with this new power at his command.

But Aaron was not done.

The flow state persisted, his mind racing with possibilities like a comet streaking through the stars, the mystic eyes guiding further explorations with unerring clarity.

In the same way, he slowly combined his Primordial death and life talents.

Energies of oblivion and vitality swirled in his palms like opposing storms meeting, the mystic eyes dissecting their interplay with soul transparency, balancing the cycle with precise, intuitive insight.

Like a patient cook, he merged them together, a system prompt announcing his feat once more.

The fusion felt organic and profound, the opposing forces harmonizing into a profound equilibrium that sent a shiver down his spine, the air around him humming with the essence of renewal and end.

[Congratulations. You have created the transcendent talent, Samsara cycle]

Still in the flow state, Aaron merged the Terra Primordial with Primordial flames, creating a new talent as well.

Earth and fire intertwined in his grasp like molten rock forming, the mystic eyes ensuring flawless synthesis, the ground beneath him trembling faintly even in the vacuum as if responding to the birth.

[Congratulations! You have created a Primordial talent, Terra Ignis]

Aaron also tried merging his new talents, but discovered he couldn’t since they weren’t closely connected.

The attempt fizzled with a soft pop, the mystic eyes revealing the incompatibility in stark detail, a brief flicker of disappointment crossing his features before he dismissed it.

“You bastard! Quit dodging and fight like a man!” The yell of the titan commander broke Aaron’s thought process, bringing him back to the current situation.

The roar cut through his focus like a jagged blade, frustration evident in the titan’s heaving breaths and bulging veins, the air thick with the scent of sweat and charged destruction.

Aaron, with his attention now focused on the sentinel, had a rare smile on his face.

Satisfaction curved his lips into a predatory grin, the mystic eyes scanning the encircled foes with absolute clarity, their essences and intents laid bare like open books, the fear flickering in their auras like dying flames.

“You just have to seek death quickly,” Aaron muttered, his gaze simple and calm.

The words carried quiet, chilling menace, his posture relaxed amid the encircling tension, the cold metal of the sentinel reflecting in his golden irises.

“So said a rat that’s only good at dodging!” the commander yelled, swinging his sledgehammer.

The weapon arced through the air with brutal, ground-shaking force, destruction element trailing like black, corrosive smoke that ate at the surrounding space.

Aaron dodged the hammer, simply by bending his lower body.

The motion was effortless and fluid, the mystic eyes predicting the path via causality comprehension, the hammer whistling past with a rush of displaced air that carried the bitter, acrid scent of annihilation, brushing his cloak like a whisper of death.

With his hand tightened, Aaron delivered a blow directly to the abdomen of the commander, sending him flying.

The punch connected with explosive, bone-jarring impact, space-time rippling around his fist like a distorted wave, the force propelling the titan backward like a launched projectile through the corridor.

“Urgh!” the commander groaned, crashing into several warships like a catapult, destroying them with the impact until he finally came to a stop, crushing into the sentinel building.

Metal buckled and sparked in brilliant showers, debris floating lazily in zero gravity, the titan’s massive body embedding in the structure with a resounding, echoing crash that vibrated through the entire fortress.

“From all your bluster, I expected a bit more from you. But I guess you were all bark and no bite,” Aaron said to the commander, standing an inch away from him.

His tone dripped with disappointment, his mystic eyes piercing through the titan’s armor to reveal the cracks in his resolve, the faint aura of pain and fear swirling around him like dark mist.

He had a disappointed look on his face while staring at the commander, brows furrowed slightly, the golden fractals shifting in subtle judgment, the air between them heavy with the scent of scorched metal and spilled blood.

“You bastard!” the commander called out, anger in his eyes as he rose to his feet.

Fury twisted his features, veins throbbing like twisted cords along his neck, his massive form dwarfing Aaron greatly, casting a long, oppressive shadow that swallowed the light around them.

“What are you all waiting for? Attack this…” The commander was unable to finish his words, staring at the sentinel speechlessly.

His voice trailed off into a choked gasp, eyes widening in disbelief as the scene unfolded before him, the metallic tang of blood thickening the air.

He couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, wishing to believe it was merely an illusion.

Denial gripped him, his massive hands clenching into fists that trembled slightly, the hammer slipping in his grip as reality clashed with his expectations.

But his eyes and entire being told him of the dreadful truth he didn’t want to accept.

The horror settled in his gut like a lead weight, breaths coming in short, ragged bursts, the faint hum of the sentinel’s failing systems underscoring the silence.

He couldn’t accept it, because if he did, then all he would feel toward the man in front of him was absolute fear and terror.

The realization crept in like ice water through his veins, his armored form shuddering subtly, the destruction element flickering erratically around him.

“Is that fear I see?” Aaron smiled, his eyes picking up the aura of fear around the commander.

The mystic eyes revealed it clearly, a dark, swirling mist coiling around the titan’s soul, the emotional clarity amplifying the commander’s vulnerability like a spotlight in the dim corridor.

[It’s only normal he feels fear. I mean you just killed an entire battalion in an instant, leaving just him alive.]

“That’s nothing. I do more than that on my off days,” Aaron smiled, taking in the beauty of skeletons and skulls floating around in space.

The macabre display drifted lazily in zero gravity, bones glinting under the sentinel’s flickering lights, the scent of charred flesh and bone lingering faintly, a testament to his effortless power, his mystic eyes cataloging the scene with unblinking precision.