Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 359: DOMINANCE II

The bee queen remained silent, valuing her life more than her dignity or pride.

Her eyes, once filled with lust and anger, now held a flicker of fear, her body going limp in submission.

Aaron looked around, his gaze sweeping the battlefield methodically.

He found most of the bee queen’s subordinates dead from his last attack, their withered husks scattered across the ground like forgotten debris.

But not all the subordinates lost their lives. A few lingered, hovering uncertainly, their wings beating weakly in the aftermath.

The rest that lived had their lives taken by Aaron afterward. He extended his will, a dark energy emanating from him that targeted each one precisely.

Aaron forcefully pulled their souls from their bodies, causing bones to lay around all over the expanse of space.

The souls wailed faintly as they were extracted, leaving behind skeletal remains that clattered to the ground in a macabre display.

"Tell me. Why are you weak?" Aaron asked, releasing his hold on the bee queen’s mouth while reverting to holding just her neck. His tone was curious yet mocking, as if dissecting a specimen.

"I’m not weak. You are just too strong," the bee queen replied, an angry and victimized look on her face. Her features twisted in frustration, her antennae twitching with indignation.

"I doubt I’m strong enough to defeat Reign still, despite my increase in strength. But you? You are pretty weak," Aaron replied, while holding the neck of the bee queen even more fiercely.

His fingers tightened, eliciting a choked gasp from her, emphasizing his point with physical dominance.

"I’m not weak. I’m a one-star galactic being," the queen bee snarled, her voice hoarse but defiant. Her compound eyes narrowed, gleaming with resentment.

"Pierce," she growled, her eyes growing dark and sinister, shadows seeming to deepen around her form. She released a sting once more, channeling her remaining power into the assault.

This time, the sting was coated with the concept of pierce. It shimmered with an ethereal energy, an abstract force that promised unstoppable penetration.

The ability to pierce through anything and hit its target. The air around the sting warped slightly, as if reality itself bent to accommodate its purpose.

With mystic eyes, Aaron was easily able to tell the purpose of her ability. His gaze pierced through the veil, analyzing the conceptual layer with effortless clarity.

In the mood to play an interesting game, Aaron didn’t bother to dodge. A spark of amusement lit in his eyes, turning the confrontation into a leisurely experiment.

Instead, he created a solid rock burning with inextinguishable flames in front of him. The rock materialized from thin air, its surface glowing with eternal fire that crackled and danced, casting flickering shadows across the scene.

"Now let’s see. Ultimate attack or ultimate defense. Which is the strongest," Aaron mused aloud, a sly smile curling on his lips as he continued to hold her neck firmly in his grasp.

His fingers maintained an unyielding pressure, the queen bee’s exoskeleton creaking faintly under the strain, her struggles growing weaker with each passing second.

The black sting rod hurtled forward and clashed against the wall of burning rock that Aaron had conjured.

The impact sent sparks flying in all directions, the flames roaring louder as they licked at the intruding projectile, refusing to yield even an inch.

"Impossible. How did you block it!?" The queen bee exclaimed, shock etching deep lines across her insectoid face.

Her compound eyes widened in disbelief, reflecting the flickering light of the flames, her antennae quivering with a mix of fear and outrage.

"It’s to be expected. Piercing through my Primordial talent with the hardest defense? You think too highly of your abilities," Aaron replied calmly, his smile widening into one of quiet amusement.

His voice carried a tone of effortless superiority, as if explaining a simple truth to a child, the glow in his eyes intensifying slightly to underscore his point.

"Well, we are done here," Aaron muttered under his breath, his words sending a visible shiver through the queen bee’s massive form.

Her wings fluttered erratically, betraying the terror building within her, the air around them growing thick with the scent of her desperation.

"Please spare me! Don’t kill me!" She pleaded desperately, her voice cracking into a high-pitched buzz that echoed through the vast expanse.

But to Aaron, her words were nothing but mere noise, insignificant whispers lost in the wind, failing to stir even a flicker of mercy in his composed demeanor.

Stretching his hand outward with deliberate slowness, Aaron delivered the killing blow, a surge of raw power channeling through his palm.

It put an end to the life of the queen bee in an instant, her body going limp as the light faded from her eyes, collapsing into a heap of chitin and wilted wings.

He trapped her soul in his samsaric gate along with her subordinates for command, the ethereal essences swirling into the void-like portal he summoned.

They vanished without resistance, bound eternally to his will, their faint echoes of protest silenced forever within the gate’s infinite depths.

"Now the annoying flies have been dealt with. It’s finally time to reach the galactic rank," Aaron said with a satisfied smile, his posture relaxing as he surveyed the now-quiet battlefield strewn with remnants of the fallen swarm.

He bent space around him effortlessly, the fabric of reality warping like a stretched canvas.

In a blink, he appeared before Michael and Isobel, who were still lingering nearby, their expressions a mix of awe and residual tension from the recent chaos.

"Good job, guys. But I will be taking it from here," Aaron announced with a warm smile, his voice carrying a hint of finality.

He created a rift back to the sanctuary, the portal shimmering with ethereal light, its edges rippling like water disturbed by a gentle breeze.

"What a bummer. I don’t want to go to the sanctuary just yet," Michael complained, crossing his arms with a playful pout, his tone laced with reluctance.

Isobel agreed with him through a silent nod, her eyes meeting Michael’s in shared sentiment, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes without words.

"Fine then," Aaron muttered with a resigned sigh, snapping his fingers in a swift motion.

The air crackled with energy as he teleported them to the Creen galaxy, which was his second target, the stars shifting around them in a dizzying blur until they materialized in the new cosmic landscape.