Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 376

Chapter 376: SON OF LILITH
“Great. Just when I was vying for promotion to become the governor of the cluster filament,” the governor replied.

His voice resonated with subtle anger, a low rumble that filled the room like distant thunder.

He sat upon a throne-like chair carved from iridescent stone, his broad shoulders tense beneath his ornate garments, his face etched with lines of authority and now, frustration.

The news struck him like a blow, his ambitions flickering in his mind like fragile flames threatened by a sudden wind.

“And what’s behind the disappearance?” he asked, his tone sharpening as he leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Lilian’s.

“We don’t know per se. No being from the disappeared galactic cluster has been found to give us the information of the cause,” she replied calmly.

Her hands remained clasped before her, fingers steady despite the gravity of the situation.

“But there have been rumors being spread about that this is the doing of a single being. The being is being called by the masses as the celestial devourer,” she added.

Her words carried a hint of intrigue, her mind already piecing together fragments of reports that had filtered through the vast network of informants.

“What nonsense. So you are saying someone is responsible for the disappearance? That doesn’t make any sense,” the governor replied, waving the rumor off with a dismissive gesture.

His hand cut through the air sharply, as if to sever the absurdity from existence.

He settled back into his seat, the fabric of his robes rustling softly against the stone.

“But Governor, my gut tells me there might be truth in the rumors going around,” Lilian persisted gently.

A subtle furrow appeared on her brow, her intuition, a finely honed tool from years of oversight urging her to probe deeper.

“There’s no one strong enough to cause a galactic cluster to disappear without my prior knowledge. Everyone capable of that is already well known,” the governor remained steadfast on his ground.

His voice held a note of finality, his confidence rooted in the extensive surveillance webs that spanned his domain, a network of eyes and ears that rarely missed a cosmic whisper.

“Perhaps we might be wrong on that take,” Lilian replied thoughtfully.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes reflecting the luminous orbs above, pondering the possibilities that lay beyond their established knowledge.

“Very well. Carry out a search for this unknown being and bring an end to his life as fast as you can. The time is already close to provide a report over my jurisdiction to the sovereign council. I do not wish to present them with disappointing news,” the governor ordered.

His command echoed with authority, the weight of impending scrutiny from higher powers pressing upon him like an invisible force.

“Yes, Governor. I will carry out your orders at once,” Lilian acknowledged.

She bowed her head respectfully, her movements fluid and precise, before turning to leave. The hem of her robes whispered against the floor as she departed, her mind already formulating strategies for the hunt ahead.

As she stepped out from the hall, the heavy doors sealing behind her with a soft, resonant thud, a young man approached.

His eyes gleamed with an unnatural reptilian slit, catching the light in a way that sent a subtle chill through the air.

“How did it go?” the young man with eyes in the form of a reptile asked Lilian the moment she emerged. His voice slithered smoothly, carrying an undercurrent of unwelcome familiarity.

“It went as it should. Now if you will excuse me,” Lilian replied.

She stared at the young man with disgust, her lips pressing into a thin line.

The sight of him stirred a revulsion deep in her core, his presence like an unwelcome shadow in the brightly lit corridor.

“Oh come on now. There is no need to be this cold to me. We will be getting married soon enough. It’s for the best if you open up to me, dear wife-to-be,” the young man said. A bright smile spread across his face, but it failed to reach his cold, calculating eyes.

He leaned in slightly, his posture exuding a false warmth that only heightened Lilian’s unease.

The young man, Nick, was the son of the current governor of the cluster filament Lilian’s father was under.

His heritage was a twisted tapestry of lineages, evident in his sharp features and the subtle scales that glinted along his jawline under certain lights.

He was half devil, half human, and half basilisk, a complex blend that manifested in his predatory grace and unsettling aura.

His father, a half basilisk and human, had been lucky to catch the eyes of Lilith, a princess of hell and the devil race. The encounter had been brief but fateful, shrouded in the mists of forbidden desires.

After a night filled with passion and pleasure, Lilith bore Nick, whom she left with his father afterward.

The child had grown in the shadows of power, his mother’s influence lingering like a dark veil.

Thanks to Lilith’s support, Nick’s father had seen a rise in fame, power, and connections.

This backing propelled him swiftly through the ranks, his ascent marked by cunning alliances and ruthless ambition, until he became the governor of a cluster filament.

“I’m not going to marry you. I already told you I’m not interested,” Lilian replied coldly.

Her voice was like ice, cutting through the air with unyielding resolve. She held her ground, her body language a barrier against his advances.

“The faster you accept reality, the better for our sake. You have already been betrothed to me, and it’s only a matter of time before we get married. No one, absolutely no one, can take you from me,” Nick replied.

The smile remained plastered on his face, a mask of congeniality that hid the possessiveness gleaming in his reptilian eyes.

He stretched his hand toward her, fingers extending like claws ready to grasp.

Lilian moved her face away swiftly, evading Nick’s touch.

The motion was instinctive, a recoil from the revulsion that twisted in her stomach like a knot.

“Still as cold as ever. I’m beginning to love you even more. But alas, I must delay our little game. I have important matters to discuss with father-in-law,” Nick spoke calmly.

He withdrew his hand with exaggerated nonchalance, letting Lilian be as he strolled arrogantly into the hall.

His steps were deliberate, echoing with a rhythmic confidence that grated on her nerves.

Lilian stared at Nick with hatred and disgust, watching him leave.

Her eyes narrowed, flames of resentment burning within them as his figure disappeared through the doors.

The corridor felt colder in his absence, but the lingering echo of his words fueled a quiet determination in her heart to defy the fate he so eagerly claimed.