Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 351

Chapter 351: FINEST SEEDLING
“I will do just that. I will be sending the finest seedling we are already grooming,” Aetherion assured Chen Mo, a strategic glint sharpening in his eyes.

He envisioned the unfolding plan like a intricate web of alliances, threads of potential weaving through the vast realms.

“Hmm. So you will be sending the ninja?” Chen Mo inquired, raising an eyebrow in mild intrigue.

The selection stirred a faint ripple of curiosity within him, his mind already assessing the implications amid the chamber’s glowing ambiance.

“Yes. Perhaps Triple A can use this as a chance to stretch his legs and motivate himself,” Aetherion nodded, seeing the multifaceted benefits in the assignment.

His thoughts lingered on how the mission could ignite dormant sparks of ambition, the air between them humming with shared understanding.

“Killing two birds with one stone, huh. Go ahead with it,” Chen Mo approved, a faint trace of amusement touching his composed features.

It softened the edges of his usually stoic expression, like a brief shadow passing over a serene lake.

Aetherion nodded in agreement, prepared to take his leave.

He turned towards the doorway with purposeful intent, his robes whispering faintly against the polished floor as the mist outside beckoned.

“Before you leave,” Chen Mo called out to Aetherion, halting him with a calm yet insistent tone.

The words echoed softly off the walls, resonating through the chamber’s ethereal quietude like a gentle ripple in still water.

Chen Mo retrieved an armor from his independent space, the item emerging in a swirl of spatial distortion.

The air around it warped briefly, twisting the ambient glow of the floating orbs into fleeting patterns of light and shadow.

“This armor. It was made from the black tortoise king?” Aetherion asked, observing the armor closely.

Its dark, scaled surface radiated an aura of unyielding resilience, the material seeming to absorb and reflect the chamber’s energy in subtle pulses.

“Indeed. Hand it to the ninja. He should consider it a gift from me,” Chen Mo directed, extending the piece with a steady hand.

The armor’s weight felt symbolic of the immense power it held, its surface cool and textured under the soft illumination.

“Aren’t you going to give it to your offspring?” Aetherion questioned, accepting the armor carefully.

He felt its latent energy thrumming beneath his fingers, a deep vibration that spoke of ancient defenses forged in primordial battles.

“I have aided them enough. Their fate is up in their hands from now on,” Chen Mo stated resolutely, his expression unchanging.

It marked a definitive boundary in his paternal involvement, his gaze steady like an unmovable mountain amid the swirling essences.

Aetherion nodded in understanding, receiving the armor with a respectful grasp.

He secured it within his own spatial domain, the item vanishing in a subtle fold of reality that left a faint afterimage in the air.

With nothing more to discuss, Aetherion left quietly, his departure leaving the chamber in profound stillness.

The door sealed behind him with a soft hush, amplifying the solitude that enveloped the space like a comforting veil.

With Aetherion gone, Chen Mo resumed the refinement of the core, his concentration sharpening on completing the task.

The orb’s energy flowed into him like a river of pure potential, warm currents surging through his meridians and igniting inner pathways with radiant power.

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Astral stared at the group of elves approaching him without an ounce of fear in his eyes, his posture steady amid the cosmic backdrop.

Twinkling stars dotted the void around him, distant nebulae swirling in hues of purple and blue, casting an otherworldly glow on the scene.

The elves, led by a female elf, arrived before Astral, their approach graceful and unified.

Their footsteps were silent in the vacuum of space, yet their presence rippled through the ether like a harmonious wave, undisturbed by the lack of air.

The female elf had long pointed ears that curved elegantly, framing her face with delicate precision.

Her fair, smooth skin shimmered like polished pearl under the galactic light, reflecting faint starbursts that danced across her features.

She wore a white dress that draped fluidly over her form, the fabric flowing as if alive, embroidered with subtle threads that caught the cosmic rays and sparkled softly.

A crown rested on her head, woven from vines and adorned with glowing crystals.

It added an aesthetic layer to her otherworldly beauty, the crystals pulsing gently in rhythm with the surrounding void, harmonizing with the infinite expanse.

“Who are you? And what exactly are you doing to my galaxy?” the female elf asked, her gaze direct and unwavering.

It pierced through the darkness, seeking truth amid the stellar haze.

Her voice was soothing and calming, a gentle melody that eased the tension in the air.

It flowed like a tranquil stream, devoid of negative emotions or tone, carrying only pure inquiry that resonated in the emptiness.

“Astral. I’m here to conquer the galaxy,” he answered straightforwardly, his words bold and unyielding.

They resonated with unshakeable determination, echoing faintly in the vastness as if challenging the stars themselves.

“For someone not even in the galaxy rank, isn’t that reaching too high?” the female elf asked, her head tilting slightly in mild curiosity.

The gesture revealed a strand of hair that caught the light, shimmering like liquid silver.

“There is no such thing as reaching too high for me,” Astral replied, the runes around his body glowing with a soft, arcane light.

They prepared him for the battle that could break out at any moment, their patterns shifting like living tattoos, pulsing with latent magic across his skin.

“Is that so? Perhaps I should put you in your place,” the female elf smiled serenely, a subtle curve of her lips that held quiet confidence.

It illuminated her face gently, like moonlight breaking through clouds in the cosmic night.

She stretched her hand forward, a bow made of wood materializing in her grasp.

The material felt saturated with vitality, its grain pulsing faintly with life essence, as if drawn from the heart of ancient forests thriving in distant worlds.