Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 377

Chapter 377: DESPERATION FOR STRENGTH
Aaron sat on a jagged asteroid, its rough, cratered surface cold and unyielding beneath him, floating aimlessly through the vast emptiness of space where stars twinkled like distant diamonds against the infinite black canvas.

His sleeves billowed softly in an ethereal breeze that seemed to defy the vacuum, stirred perhaps by residual energies from his recent exertions, adding a sense of otherworldly grace to his solitary figure.

His eyes retained their captivating beauty, the intricate designs within them swirling like ancient runes etched in luminous hues, enhancing their mesmerizing allure that could draw in even the most hardened souls.

“Finally reaching the cluster rank. I need to increase my speed of devouring and increasing my strength,” Aaron muttered, a dissatisfied look etching deep lines across his face, his brow furrowed in frustration as he stared into the void, the weight of unmet expectations pressing on him like an invisible force.

[You are beginning to beat yourself down too much. Your growth curve is absurd and monstrous,] the system commended, its voice echoing in his mind with a soothing, mechanical timbre, attempting to ease the turmoil swirling within Aaron’s thoughts like a calming wave over turbulent waters.

“Well, I thought the same thing the last time too. And yet I lost to an attack,” Aaron replied, rising to his feet with deliberate slowness, his muscles tensing as he shook off the lingering doubts, the asteroid’s dusty surface crunching faintly under his boots.

“Time for the next ordeal,” Aaron said calmly, his voice steady and resolute, already mentally preparing for his next round of battle, envisioning the clashes ahead amid the cosmic backdrop that stretched endlessly around him.

But before that, Aaron decided to indulge in his lucky draw for the day, a ritual that brought a flicker of anticipation to his otherwise focused demeanor.

“System draw,” Aaron called out calmly, his words hanging in the silent void like a command to the universe itself.

[Congratulations! You have awakened the Primordial rank talent,]

The announcement resonated deeply within him, a surge of ancient power awakening like a dormant storm stirring in the depths of his being.

Primordial Talent: Primordial Gale

Before skies existed… before pressure, storms, or breath, movement itself had already been born, an primordial essence that whispered through the fabric of creation, unseen yet omnipresent.

When creation first expanded, something had to push reality apart, a fundamental urge that set the cosmos in motion with unrelenting inevitability.

That first push was not force, nor heat, nor light, but a raw, unbridled displacement that shaped the void into form.

It was Gale.

Primordial Gale is the authority over inevitable motion, the wind that does not blow within the world, but moves the world itself, a transcendent force that commands the very laws of displacement with effortless dominance.

It is the breath that displaces continents with a mere sigh, the current that drags stars from their eternal paths across the heavens, and the unseen terror felt in the hushed moments before annihilation, a chilling prelude to utter upheaval.

Where ordinary wind obeys atmosphere and pressure, yielding to the whims of physics, Primordial Gale commands displacement outright, bending reality to its will without compromise.

To face it is not to be cut, but to be carried away from existence, swept into oblivion by an inexorable tide that erases all traces.

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Absolute Displacement

The user designates a direction, channeling the essence of Primordial Gale with focused intent.

All matter, energy, and entities within range are forcibly moved in that direction, ignoring mass, resistance, gravity, and anchoring effects, as if the universe itself conspires to relocate them without mercy.

Movement is not damage, escape is impossible, the targets propelled through space like leaves in an unstoppable gale, their trajectories unalterable and absolute.

Gale of Forced Trajectories

Imposes a fixed movement path on targets, weaving invisible currents that dictate their every motion with ironclad precision.

No matter their actions, attacks, or abilities, their bodies are dragged along a predetermined course, causing collisions with unforgiving obstacles, spatial tearing that rips at the fabric of dimensions, or battlefield ruin where landscapes are reshaped in chaos.

Cataclysmic Windfall

Summons a descending gale that crushes downward through space, a colossal force manifesting from above like a judgment from the primordial void.

It flattens terrain and compresses everything beneath it into layered ruin, the pressure building layer upon layer in a symphony of destruction.

The ground does not shatter, it is pushed out of the way, displaced into new formations as the gale reshapes the world with relentless downward momentum.

Gale Rend

The user releases a linear surge of primordial wind, a razor-sharp stream of motion that slices through the air with blinding speed.

Everything in its path is shredded into drifting fragments, erased through forced displacement that scatters remnants across vast distances, leaving behind only echoes of what once was.

Thousand-Cut Expanse

An area is flooded with overlapping micro-currents, a web of invisible forces crisscrossing like a storm of blades hidden in the ether.

Targets are dissected from every direction simultaneously, their forms pulled apart in a whirlwind of precision, leaving nothing intact amid the swirling chaos of displacement.

Vacuum Reversal

Instantly removes all motion in a designated area, then violently reintroduces it in reverse, a sudden shift that turns stability into explosive turmoil.

Everything previously stable is violently expelled outward in a catastrophic burst, hurling debris and foes alike into disarray with the force of a reversed hurricane.

Dominion of the Moving World

For a short duration, the user gains direct control over all motion within a domain, projectiles curve unnaturally, enemies drift helplessly against their will, terrain shifts like living sand, and even falling debris obeys the Gale’s whims, transforming the battlefield into a puppet theater of kinetic mastery.

Sovereign of Motion

The user is immune to forced movement, knockback, spatial drag, and gravitational suppression, standing as an unmovable anchor in the midst of chaos, their form anchored by the very essence of primordial control.

Ever-Turning Current

The user’s body is always surrounded by subtle Primordial flow, a gentle yet persistent aura that constantly corrects posture, balance, and positioning, ensuring flawless poise even in the most tumultuous environments.