Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 401: MAN AND DRAGON

Far across the void, in a sterile fortress of gleaming circuits and humming machinery, another scene unfolded.

An android clad in sleek, dark metal plates approached the central chamber. Its movements were precise, hydraulic whispers accompanying each step.

"Creator," it intoned, voice a modulated hum devoid of emotion. "Everything has been prepared. We await your actions."

Seated on a massive throne forged from reinforced alloys and embedded with glowing data streams was another android, bigger, bulkier, resembling a monstrous truck in its sheer, imposing mass.

Red optics gleamed from its faceted head, scanning the room with cold efficiency.

"Very good," the enthroned android, X, replied. Its voice rumbled like grinding gears, laced with calculated menace.

"Prepare to march out. We will be dealing with that damn low-back universe once and for all."

The subordinate, A4, inclined its head in a gesture of programmed respect.

"Yes, Creator."

X’s massive frame shifted slightly, servos whirring softly.

"Those bastards will pay for failing to keep their end of the bargain with me," it said coldly, the words echoing through the chamber’s metallic expanse.

Memories flashed across X’s processors, vivid data streams of the past encounter.

The arrogant demon lord, Baal, with his smirking visage and honeyed promises.

The deal had been straightforward: provision of Sovereign-level fighters to eliminate an internal enemy in Baal’s universe, a blood manipulator named Dracula.

In exchange, X would receive valuable metal supplies and the brain of said Dracula for study and integration.

X had upheld its part, dispatching one of its most trusted creations to handle the task.

The result? Utter failure. The creation returned in ruins, circuits fried, frame shattered beyond repair.

The promised supplies never materialized. No metals. No brain. Just empty silence and mounting fury.

From that moment, X had initiated preparations for war, slow, meticulous, spanning years of innovation.

Crafting androids capable of matching Sovereigns like Baal had demanded relentless upgrades: enhanced armor, adaptive weapons, neural networks woven with stolen cosmic tech.

Now, the time had come.

X rose to its feet, the throne groaning under the shift in weight.

Towering over A4, it moved with deliberate power, leaving the seat empty as it headed toward the assembly bays.

Preparations would be overseen personally.

The universe would learn the cost of betrayal.

Aaron materialized at the very heart of the Druiz galactic cluster, the vast emptiness of space wrapping around him like a cold, indifferent shroud.

Stars twinkled in the distance, their light faint and scattered, while nebulae swirled in vibrant hues of purple and blue, casting ethereal glows across the void.

He perched on a jagged asteroid, its rough, pitted surface digging into his palms as he settled.

All around him stretched the asteroid belt, a chaotic ring of tumbling rocks, some as small as pebbles, others massive boulders hurtling silently through the dark.

With a subtle flex of his will, he manipulated the fabric of space itself.

Invisible barriers snapped into place, sealing the entire cluster in an unbreakable dome of warped reality.

No ship, no signal, no soul could pierce through to enter or escape.

The stars beyond the boundary seemed to dim slightly, as if the cluster had been cut adrift from the universe.

He extended his control further, severing all lines of communication.

Holoscreens across planets flickered and died; distress calls echoed into nothingness.

The isolation was complete, heavy, suffocating, like a predator’s trap sprung shut.

"Time to begin the hunt," Aaron muttered under his breath, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the vacuum.

He closed his eyes, drawing in a slow, steady breath.

Shadows stirred around him, alive and hungry, writhing like serpents born from the abyss.

They slithered across his skin, cool and silky, attaching themselves with a gentle, insistent pull.

Inch by inch, they wove together, merging into a seamless cloak that enveloped him entirely.

Not even his face was spared, the darkness crept over his features, molding to every contour, transforming him into a silhouette of pure night.

His eyes gleamed faintly from within, twin points of crimson piercing the veil.

"This time, let’s do things separately," he whispered, the words muffled yet resonant. "Just like the very first time."

A rift tore open before him, a jagged slash in space that hummed with raw energy.

From its depths emerged a dragon, majestic and formidable.

Flameborn had grown since their last encounter, now the size of an adolescent beast, towering yet agile, with wings that spanned wide enough to eclipse nearby asteroids.

His horns curved proudly, sharp and imposing, while his obsidian black scales gleamed with a glossy sheen, tough and resilient under the starlight.

They caught faint reflections of distant suns, giving him an almost armored appearance.

Clinging to his form was a mantle of darkness, thick and possessive, wrapping around him like a devoted lover refusing to let go.

It pulsed faintly, syncing with the dragon’s steady breaths.

"You look even better, buddy," Aaron murmured, a rare warmth softening his tone.

He reached out, rubbing the dragon’s massive head affectionately.

The scales felt warm under his touch, vibrating with latent power.

"Been a while since we last enjoyed the thrill of battle as a duo."

Flameborn’s eyes, fiery gold slits met his with unspoken loyalty.

A smile curved the dragon’s maw, and he unleashed a deafening roar.

The sound rippled outward, echoing through the vacuum in defiance of physics, shaking asteroids and sending tremors across planetary surfaces light-years away.

Aaron chuckled softly, the sound lost in the roar’s aftermath.

"What a way to make an introduction. Let’s go and run riot."

With that, he sank into a patch of shadow pooling at his feet, the darkness swallowing him whole like quicksand made of night.

Flameborn followed suit, dissolving into his own shroud of gloom, both vanishing seamlessly into the void.

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Far away, on the central administrative world of Druiz, the sudden disturbance shattered the calm routine.

The administrator, a stern man with graying hair and a uniform crisp with authority froze at his desk, heart skipping a beat.

"What was that roar just now? It sounded like a dragon!"

His personal assistant, a young aide with wide eyes and a datapad clutched tightly, nodded vigorously.

"I believe so too, sir. It reverberated through the entire system, felt it in my bones."