Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 347

Chapter 347: HUNTER OF DIVINE BEASTS
“Hmm. Not too shabby if I must say. Quite the perfect talent for me,” Aaron muttered, his face maintaining a neutral expression that betrayed none of the excitement bubbling within him, like a calm sea hiding turbulent depths.

[Why have a poker face? You are literally screaming in your mind]

“The world doesn’t need to know that. I need to keep my reputation intact,” he replied inwardly, his thoughts a whirlwind of restrained glee amid the ancient stones of the amphitheater that still echoed with the remnants of his transformation.

“So, old man. Ready to have a spar with your favorite descendant?” Aaron faced Dracula, his voice carrying a challenge laced with playful confidence, eyes gleaming under the ethereal lights that cast long shadows across the tiered seats.

“Don’t you have something to do?” Dracula asked, his tone flat and dismissive, declining Aaron’s request without a hint of hesitation, his ancient gaze fixed on the horizon as if weighing unseen burdens.

“Tsk. I knew you would reject me. Well, I guess I might just finally reach the galactic rank while collecting some interest,” Aaron muttered, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he contemplated his next move.

With his decision made, Aaron controlled space effortlessly, bending the fabric of reality with a mere thought that rippled through the void like a stone skipping across still water.

He appeared within the galaxy in an instant, the stars blurring into streaks before solidifying around him, the vast expanse now his playground for ambition and conquest.

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In a region outside Aaron’s universe, multiverse, and even reality at large, a domain existed far removed from the ordinary constraints of existence, shrouded in layers of impenetrable mystery.

The region had denser essence, as well as stronger elemental essence that pulsed with raw, untamed energy, saturating the air like a thick fog of potential waiting to be harnessed.

The region was filled with several essences like mana, qi, chakra, and several other essences, each intertwining in a complex web that sustained the extraordinary beings who dwelled there.

It was the realm only the special and privileged beings could find themselves, the Primordial realm, a sanctuary of ancient power where the laws of lower worlds held no sway, and time itself seemed to stretch eternally.

“Aaarghhhh!!! Stoppppp!! Please!!!!” The cry of a Primordial rank being echoed throughout the entire realm, a piercing wail that reverberated off invisible boundaries, carrying desperation across the ethereal expanse.

The Primordial being, Jarrett, let out screams that filled the void with raw agony, his voice cracking under the strain of unrelenting pursuit.

Jarrett was of the blazing sun phoenix race, a special race of phoenixes with a very small populace, their feathers shimmering like captured sunlight, rare and majestic in their fiery splendor.

Jarrett, in his phoenix form, flapped his wings desperately, fleeing away as fast as he could, each beat sending sparks of golden flame trailing behind him like comet tails in the starless sky.

His wings were damaged, with several cuts all over his body, wounds that glowed with residual energy, seeping crimson essence that stained his radiant plumage and slowed his frantic escape.

Arriving at the sky of the Primordial realm, Jarrett opened his mouth wide, releasing compressed Primordial flames that roared forth in a blazing torrent, illuminating the dim expanse with hues of orange and gold.

The flames flew towards the cause of Jarrett’s wounds, a searing projectile aimed with the precision born of survival instinct amid the chaos.

The cause, a man with a serene atmosphere around him, stood confidently, his posture unyielding like a mountain rooted in the heart of a storm, exuding an aura of quiet dominance.

He had fair skin that seemed to glow faintly under the realm’s ambient light, and flowing dark hair that cascaded like midnight rivers over his shoulders.

The man had the face of an eternal youth, smooth and unlined, his features chiseled with an otherworldly perfection that spoke of ages untouched by mortal concerns.

His dark robe painted the picture of a celestial being untouched by the trials of the world, flowing elegantly around him, embroidered with subtle patterns that shifted like living shadows.

Held firmly in the hands of the young man was a well-forged blade, its edge gleaming with a honed sharpness that promised swift judgment, giving off a tamed but dangerous vibe that hummed with contained lethality.

Raising his hand gracefully, the man swung his sword, cutting the flames in two with a clean, effortless motion that parted the inferno like a veil, sending embers scattering harmlessly into the void.

Swinging his sword once more, he released an arc of majestic azure dragon aura, a shimmering wave of ethereal energy that twisted through the air like a living serpent, roaring silently as it sought its prey.

Jarrett dodged the attack nimbly, his body twisting in mid-air with the agility of his avian form, feathers ruffling as the aura grazed past, leaving a trail of distorted space in its wake.

He stared at the man with anger burning in his eyes, golden orbs narrowed in fury that matched the flames flickering along his wings.

“You bastard. Why are you hunting me down?” Jarrett asked, gnashing his teeth in anger, his voice a guttural growl that echoed with the pain of betrayal and fear.

The man didn’t reply to Jarrett immediately, his expression remaining impassive, a mask of focused determination that revealed nothing of his inner thoughts.

He flew towards Jarrett swiftly, focusing on his task with single-minded intensity, his robe billowing behind him like wings of darkness as he closed the distance.

“You bastard. Have you not done enough? You hunted down the azure dragon king, the black tortoise king, and even the white tiger king. Aren’t those enough? You even killed the destruction dragon! Just why are you targeting divine beasts?!” Jarrett asked in frustration, his words tumbling out in a rush, laced with the bitterness of witnessing kin fall one by one.