Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 395: TURNING GODS AND DRAGONS I

Angels and gods, along with every race whose essence leaned toward light, beheld an unending, merciless noon.

Golden brilliance poured from everywhere and nowhere, saturating the air until it shimmered with heatless fire, illuminating every facet of existence with clinical clarity.

Devils, demons, fallen angels, and all those born of night perceived only the endless dark.

Stars glittered above them like scattered diamonds on black velvet, cold and watchful.

A soft, predatory moonlight bathed the plane, never bright enough to banish shadow, yet never dim enough to grant true rest.

The ground itself defied naming.

It was not stone, not metal, not crystal, only condensed reality, pressed and polished into seamless perfection.

When light kissed its surface, it answered with the quiet deference of a calm ocean at midnight: holding the glow of distant galaxies deep within, reflecting them back in gentle, liquid shimmers rather than harsh mirrors.

Each step sent faint, slow ripples outward, as though the plane remembered the weight of every traveler and carried that memory with tender care.

Across this living floor, mana flowed freely and without restraint.

Vast luminous streams wandered in languid curves,rivers of liquid starlight that drifted, braided together, parted again, and merged once more with the slow, deliberate rhythm of a breathing giant.

The air tasted alive: faintly metallic, sweetly electric, carrying the quiet promise that creation was not a past event here, but an ongoing, endless breath.

Colossal structures rose at intervals that felt both random and exquisitely judged, as though beauty itself had been written into the laws of placement.

Some were boundless halls whose vaulted ceilings dissolved into the starfield overhead, pillars vanishing upward like threads of eternity.

Others manifested as tiered floating platforms, layered terraces drifting in silent majesty, or needle-thin spires that seemed to pierce and anchor the very weave of space.

Above the plane, entire continents hung motionless, enormous islands of stone, crystal, and living light suspended in perfect stillness.

Bridges of pure energy stretched between them across distances that mocked mortal comprehension: shimmering arcs of sapphire, molten gold, and deep amethyst that sang in low, harmonic tones whenever the mana tides brushed their lengths.

And at the absolute center of this impossible plane stood the one structure that could still silence even the most arrogant of beings.

The Sovereign Council.

The most important edifice in all existence.

The final court where the fate of individuals, worlds, constellations, and entire universes was weighed, debated, and sealed.

Here the strongest gathered, not to posture, not to scheme, but to decide.

No appeal existed beyond these walls. No force in creation could overturn their verdict.

"This should be your first time visiting the Sovereign Council," the ex-governor said, breaking the long silence that had clung to him since they arrived.

His voice was quiet, almost wistful, carrying the faint weariness of a man who had already accepted the gallows. He glanced sideways at Jordan.

"It’s always a sight to behold the first time."

Jordan tilted his head, eyes still roaming the impossible architecture.

"Indeed. Impressive," he replied, the words flat, half-hearted, almost distracted.

The ex-governor let out a short, dry laugh.

"Hahaha. Quite the hard soul to please."

Lilian’s voice cut in immediately, sharp and cold as drawn steel.

"Please, Governor. Refrain from saying more until it is time for your trial."

The ex-governor turned to his daughter. His smile was small, sad, and strangely gentle.

"At least allow me the freedom to speak until my inevitable demise."

"Don’t say that." Lilian’s tone was ice, every syllable locked tight.

She stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his eyes. "You don’t know if you will be condemned yet."

He regarded her for a long moment.

"It’s alright," he said softly. "I deserve what’s coming. And I’m sorry,.for leaving you in such a difficult position."

The words hung between them, fragile and heavy.

Lilian refrained from replying, trying so hard to control the sadness threatening to explode in her heart.

Jordan remained silent.

He kept his expression carefully neutral, giving nothing away.

Inside, however, he reached outward with senses far deeper than sight or sound.

He searched for resonances, faint threads of connection left behind by those he had once dealt with, those whose fates had brushed against his own.

It took focus.

A deliberate push against the overwhelming pressure of the Sovereign plane.

Then he felt them.

One by one, the echoes answered: subtle, unmistakable pulses of recognition buried deep within the currents of mana.

A slow, private smile curved his lips, sharp, satisfied, and entirely hidden from the others.

"System," Aaron murmured under his breath, voice so low it barely disturbed the shimmering air around him, "do you think I can initiate the turning of those guys without being found out?"

He was no longer simply Jordan.

That name had been nothing more than a carefully worn disguise, a mask of flesh and false memories slipped over the truth.

Jordan had always been more.

Much more.

He was the shadow that had haunted the dreams of empires.

The silent predator Nick and Lilian had hunted across galaxies.

The very existence branded across countless records and prophecies as the Celestial Devourer.

Jordan had been Aaron Highborn all along, slipping through enemy lines, breathing the same rarefied air as his pursuers, smiling politely while the universe searched for him in every wrong direction.

A cool, mechanical voice answered inside his mind, precise and devoid of judgment.

[Considering the evolution of your bloodline, your blood within them would have evolved as well. If you so desire, they could turn into vampires without alerting even the Sovereigns themselves,.or the universe at large.]

Aaron’s lips curved faintly.

"I see. Then how do I initiate the process? I don’t have control over time anymore... at the moment."

[You can. That was an attack you projected into the future while you still held dominion over time. It has already been made.]

The system’s explanation was calm, clinical.

[All you need to do is will it. The attack will affect the present.]