Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 338: MEETING OLD ACQUAINTANCE

"Monster. You are a monster," the titan muttered, his voice trembling as he gazed at the skulls and bones scattered across the desolate ground, remnants of a brutal slaughter that painted the isolated space in shades of death and decay.

"Frankly speaking, I’m not actually one," Aaron clarified, his tone casual yet edged with a chilling confidence. "I’m far from being a monster, to be honest. I’m simply just a ruthless man." A sly smile crept across his face, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement amid the carnage.

"What difference does it make?" the titan asked, his massive frame shaking in his boots, the fear evident in every quiver of his armored body.

The sight of his entire battalion decimated in an instant had drained every last drop of his will and fearlessness, leaving him a hollow shell of the proud warrior he once was.

"There is a clear difference between a monster and a ruthless man," Aaron replied, his voice steady and instructive, as if lecturing a child. "Do not mistake me for the other."

"Now, off you go," Aaron said with a smile, his expression one of mock politeness that barely concealed the lethal intent brewing within.

In a sudden burst of samsara aura, a swirling vortex of ethereal energy enveloped the titan.

His flesh melted away in agonizing seconds, reducing him to nothing but mere bones that clattered to the ground.

His soul was forcefully pulled into a dark gate that materialized behind Aaron, its edges flickering with ominous shadows that whispered of eternal torment.

"Well, I guess I can go show off before that old man," Aaron murmured to himself, a grin spreading wider as he already fantasized about dealing with Dracula.

The thought of revenge ignited a spark of dark excitement in his chest, visions of humiliation and dominance dancing in his mind.

With a casual wave of his hand, Aaron opened a rift, the air tearing apart like fragile fabric to reveal a shimmering portal connecting to the sanctuary, its edges humming with unstable power.

"Well, well, well. If it’s not an old acquaintance," a voice echoed through the void, laced with malice and familiarity.

Aaron swiftly closed the rift leading to the sanctuary, sensing a foreign force probing at the edges of the isolated space, attempting to breach its barriers. The intrusion felt like icy fingers scraping against his senses.

The aura signature of the force’s owner was all too well known to Aaron.

Suddenly, the isolated space shattered like fragile glass, fragments of reality dissolving into nothingness as a group of intruders burst through, their presence disrupting the eerie silence with the sound of footsteps and drawn weapons.

Leading at the front was a man clad in flowing robes that billowed like those of a celestial being, his posture exuding an air of arrogant divinity.

A finely crafted sword was attached to his side, its hilt gleaming under the dim, otherworldly light that filtered through the fractured space.

"Aaron Highborn," the man declared, his voice booming with restrained fury. "I’m here to enact my revenge."

"If it isn’t my good ol’ friend Chen Wo," Aaron replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he moved toward the group with unhurried steps, his body language relaxed yet poised for violence. "To what do I owe this surprising reunion?"

"Return the Dragon Forge, and I might spare your life," Chen Wo demanded, his hand gripping the hilt as he unsheathed his sword in a fluid motion, the blade singing through the air with a sharp whistle.

"Sorry, pal. Your weapon is gone," Aaron said, shaking his head with feigned regret.

"Devoured for good. Can’t be retrieved anymore. Do you get what I mean?" His smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed almost predatory in the shadowed light.

"You," Chen Wo snarled, pointing his sword directly at Aaron, his eyes bloodshot and bulging with barely contained anger that made his veins pulse visibly on his forehead.

"I’m going to get the Dragon Forge back. Even if it means walking over your corpse first."

"You failed once," Aaron remarked out of mere curiosity, tilting his head slightly as he studied his opponent’s seething expression.

"What gives you the belief that you won’t fail the second time?"

Chen Wo did not reply to Aaron directly. Instead, the actions of his entire group spoke volumes, their movements shifting from tense standoff to coordinated assault.

The three people with him, including Qin Luo, advanced with calculated steps, as they closed in on Aaron, forming a tight circle that trapped him like prey in a hunter’s snare.

"Heavenly Demon Net," Chen Wo called out softly, drawing his sword fully now, the blade glowing with an inner light that cast eerie reflections on the surrounding debris.

"Ooh? A formation? That’s cute," Aaron teased, his voice light and mocking, as if commenting on a child’s drawing rather than a deadly technique.

"But sadly, I’m not in the mood for a little spar with you," Aaron continued, his eyes suddenly releasing a burst of mystic light that illuminated the space in flashes of otherworldly hues. "I’m kinda busy."

"Too late! I have already booked you an appointment with death!" Chen Wo roared, his voice echoing like thunder as he dashed toward Aaron, his robes fluttering wildly in the rush of motion.

The others with him moved in synchronized fashion, their weapons, swords and staffs alike raised and ready to strike, the air humming with the collective energy of their impending attack on Aaron.

The beauty of the Heavenly Demon Net lay in its intricate design: the abilities of everyone within the net were amplified and equally shared, creating a web of power that pulsed with unified strength.

That meant no one who was part of the formation was stronger than the other, each member’s aura blending seamlessly into a harmonious yet lethal whole.

In other words, every initiator of the formation was just as dangerous, their combined might turning even the weakest link into a formidable threat.

"Pfftt. An appointment with death? Bro, I am death himself," Aaron said with a smile, his laughter bubbling up like a dark undercurrent amid the tension.