Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 364

Chapter 364: BATTLE IN THE VOID
“Sure. If that’s what you want. But before that, let’s change the location, shall we?” Aaron suggested lightly, his words hanging in the air like a teasing challenge, his smile never fading as he eyed both opponents.

“What do you—”

Aaron’s words caught Chen Ye and Reign off guard, their expressions freezing in a mix of surprise and wariness.

Reign’s mouth hung slightly open, mid-sentence, while Chen Ye’s neutral facade cracked just enough to show a flicker of intrigue.

But his actions caught them even more off guard, unfolding in a blur that left no room for response.

Abruptly and before any of them could react, Aaron had changed their position with a swift command over reality itself.

Bending space instantaneously, he had teleported the three of them to a far different place, the shift happening in the span of a heartbeat, the control room vanishing in a swirl of distorted light.

“You. How did you?” Chen Ye asked, a frown masking the fascination etching lines on his face.

He glanced around quickly, regaining his composure, his mind racing to piece together the mechanics of such seamless translocation.

“It’s actually just as easy as bending space, linking two different coordinates together, and voila, here we are,” Aaron explained with a casual wave of his hand, his tone instructional yet laced with mockery, as if revealing a simple secret to puzzled children.

“That’s not what I mean. But more than that, where are we?” Chen Ye pressed, observing his environment with sharpened focus.

His eyes narrowed, scanning the alien vista, his body tensing slightly against the unfamiliar disorientation.

The area looked different from the usual starry nights, lacking the comforting familiarity of cosmic order.

There were no constellations twinkling in harmonious patterns, no fixed stars serving as eternal beacons in the vast darkness.

Instead, the space before them shifted endlessly, a vast expanse of fractured darkness threaded with erratic streams of light that pulsed and wove unpredictably.

Luminous currents twisted through the void in tangled paths, colliding and breaking apart before reforming elsewhere, their colors mutating without pattern or predictability.

Shades bled from vibrant purples to searing oranges, creating a disorienting kaleidoscope that assaulted the senses.

Some streaks burned bright for an instant before vanishing entirely into oblivion, leaving behind faint afterglows that faded like dying embers in the night.

While others stretched thin, bending at impossible angles as if dragged by unseen forces, distorting the very fabric of perception and making distances seem fluid and unreliable.

Pockets of warped space appeared and disappeared at random, regions where distance folded inward upon itself, causing fragments of light to repeat, invert, or spiral upon themselves in mesmerizing yet chaotic loops.

Shapes formed briefly within the turbulence: jagged outlines that sliced through the gloom like shattered blades, hollow spheres expanding and contracting with inner pulses, collapsing planes that crumpled like forgotten paper, each lasting only a moment before dissolving into the surrounding chaos.

There was no horizon to provide grounding, no boundary to mark scale or offer a sense of containment.

The void extended in every direction, its structure constantly rearranging, as if the scene were being rewritten with every passing instant, a perpetual cycle of creation and dissolution that defied stability.

“Surprised? This is an inner part of the void. A place where the space element is slowly losing its strength. Only rare people like me can control—”

Gbam!

“I have had enough of your talk,” Reign snarled, his voice booming like thunder in the unstable void.

Reign had attacked the still-speaking Aaron, throwing a powerful blow which Aaron had nimbly caught with precision.

The force of the punch reverberated through the air, sending subtle ripples across the fractured streams of light nearby.

“Don’t be impatient, will you? Patience is a virtue,” Aaron chided with a smile, his grip tightening momentarily before he returned the favor with a blow of his own.

His counterstrike landed cleanly, infused with controlled power that hummed faintly in the void.

Reign was sent flying backward, crashing into a cluster of space shards that exploded on impact like brittle glass under pressure.

The fragments scattered in slow motion, glinting erratically before merging back into the turbulent expanse.

“What about you? Not going to join the fun?” Aaron directed his question to Chen Ye, turning his gaze with a raised eyebrow, his voice carrying a hint of invitation amid the escalating conflict.

Chen Ye didn’t reply to Aaron, his silence a deliberate choice that spoke volumes.

In a calm fashion, he placed his hand on his blindfold, carefully removing it with measured deliberation.

The fabric peeled away slowly, revealing eyes that held a depth of restrained intensity, the air around him thickening with anticipation.

From Chen Ye’s eyes, a soft burst of destruction wave was released, spreading outward in gentle yet ominous pulses that warped the nearby luminous currents faintly.

“Show off,” Aaron commented with a smile, his own eyes glowing faintly as he wasn’t willing to lose in the battle of eye aura dominance.

The radiance from his gaze intensified, pushing back against the wave with a subtle shimmer that illuminated his features.

Reign unsheathed his sword, holding it with unmatched confidence, the blade singing softly as it cleared its scabbard. The metal surface reflected the chaotic lights, its edge honed to perfection, ready to carve through obstacles.

“You killed my brother. I’m going to return the favor and enact revenge for my brother’s sake,” Chen Ye stated, pointing his blade directly at Aaron.

The sword’s tip remained steady, aimed with unerring focus, a silent promise of retribution.

His words were slow and calm, not the heated cry one might expect from someone grieving, but delivered with a composed detachment that masked the storm brewing beneath.

[He is pretty good at controlling his emotions. Not everyone can be calm in front of their brother’s killer]

“Meh. Your brother was the one obsessed with me. I just got an annoying target off my back,” Aaron replied, spreading his hands in a gesture of feigned helplessness.

His shoulders shrugged lightly, defending himself with a tone that mixed nonchalance and justification.