Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 372

Chapter 372: DAMAGED SOUL
“But before then, we can’t kill one another. Anyone with a mystic organ cannot be killed by another with a mystic organ,” Chen Mo informed, his voice steady and calm, echoing faintly in the vast chamber where they stood.

Aetherion tilted his head slightly, his ethereal form shimmering under the dim, otherworldly light that filtered through the primordial mists surrounding them.

“But you tried to kill him,” Aetherion replied, confusion evident in his tone as he processed Chen Mo’s explanation.

“Indeed. That was my intention,” Chen Mo admitted, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the intense moment, the surge of power that had coursed through his veins like molten fire.

“But I felt a strong resistance from my arms,” he continued, flexing his fingers subtly as if reliving the invisible barrier that had halted his strike.

“Plus, a mysterious energy protected his soul from absolute destruction. I might have granted him a gift unknowingly,” Chen Mo explained, a hint of intrigue lacing his words, his gaze distant as he pondered the unintended consequences.

Aetherion nodded slowly, the realization dawning on him like a gentle wave washing over ancient shores.

“I see. So if he does things right, it might be a blessing in disguise?” Aetherion asked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and optimism.

“Indeed,” Chen Mo replied simply, his expression unchanging, yet a subtle undercurrent of satisfaction gleamed in his eyes.

Pausing the conversation, Chen Mo devoured the core of the Phoenix King, the radiant orb pulsing with fiery essence as it vanished into his palm, sending warm ripples through his body.

He settled down into a meditative state, his posture straight and composed, the air around him growing still and heavy with concentrated energy.

He controlled the core within his dantian, guiding it with precise mental commands, feeling the heat bloom inside like a newborn sun awakening in the depths of his being.

With the core of the Phoenix now integrated, the cores of the other divine beasts spun rapidly around each other, their orbits creating a harmonious symphony of colors and lights that danced invisibly within him.

This fusion established a perfect balance, stabilizing his inner world like interlocking gears in a grand cosmic machine, each rotation enhancing his aura with newfound equilibrium.

“It is time,” Chen Mo muttered, his voice low and resolute as he fixed his intense stare on Aetherion, the weight of impending change hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

Aetherion met his gaze steadily, understanding the gravity of the moment without needing further words.

“I understand. I will take care of everything and maintain order in the Primordial realm,” Aetherion said, his tone firm and reassuring, committing to the task with the loyalty of an ancient guardian.

“Good. Keep news of my Ascension a secret,” Chen Mo requested, his words laced with strategic caution, envisioning the shadows where he could maneuver unseen.

“I wish to hide under the noses of the moderators while I gather allies in Transcendence,” he added, his mind already mapping out the intricate paths of deception and alliance in the higher realms.

Aetherion pondered this, his form flickering slightly as thoughts of the unknown stirred within him.

“I understand. Transcendence. The realm of transcendents. I wonder what it’s like in that realm,” Aetherion said, his voice trailing off as his imagination drifted to visions of ethereal landscapes and boundless power.

“Who knows. Might not be as heavenly as we all think it to be,” Chen Mo replied, a wry smile touching his lips, tempering the allure with a dose of realism born from experience.

With that, Chen Mo began the ascension process, his body enveloped in a swirling vortex of luminous energy that lifted him gradually, as he transcended beyond the veil of the Primordial realm.

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“Urgh,” Aaron groaned, his head pounding relentlessly as if an invisible hammer struck his skull with each heartbeat, waves of dizziness blurring his vision.

“You are awake. I was afraid that I might have lost you,” Alice muttered, her voice soft and filled with genuine relief, a warm smile spreading across her delicate features as she gazed at Aaron with deep affection.

Her eyes, sparkling with unshed tears of worry, reflected the dim light of the sanctuary’s chamber, where shadows played on the stone walls like silent guardians.

“What happened?” Aaron asked, his voice hoarse and strained as he attempted to sit upright, every muscle protesting with sharp twinges of pain.

His head rested on Alice’s lap, her gentle fingers stroking his hair affectionately, each touch a soothing balm against the chaos raging inside him.

“Well, I heard your scream. We all did,” Alice began, her tone gentle yet laced with the echo of her earlier fear.

“That was the first time I have heard you in so much pain. We all thought you would die. Good to see we were wrong,” she said with a deep sigh of relief, her hand pausing momentarily on his forehead, feeling the warmth of life returning.

“There’s no way I can be killed, ugh,” Aaron muttered, but as he tried to lift himself up, a surge of agony shot through his body, leaving him gasping and weak.

“Don’t push yourself. You were really hurt when I saw you,” Alice said affectionately, her voice like a comforting whisper as she helped Aaron lie down on his back, her movements careful and tender.

Aaron gestured the best way he could to acknowledge Alice’s words, a weak nod amidst the haze of pain, his mind drifting into the enveloping silence that filled the room like a thick fog.

“System. What happened?” Aaron asked inwardly, turning to the one being that could provide him with accurate answers, his thoughts probing the digital entity like a lifeline in the darkness.

[You were hit badly. Honestly, you were a goner despite everything we tried. Luckily for you, some unknown essence wrapped around your soul, preventing you from suffering even more damage]

“Damage? What damage?” Aaron asked, confusion swirling in his mind like a turbulent storm, lost in the fragmented conversation.