Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 415: MILITARY ASSESSMENT

"I see," Aaron said, nodding slowly.

"That should work. But I have so much opposition, and it will be a race against time."

Concern creased his brow, the shadows around him deepening as he envisioned the challenges, rival forces closing in, the ticking clock of cosmic politics.

"That’s why I and lord Dracula will help you conquer the entire super cluster," Lilith suggested, her aura flaring faintly with enthusiasm.

"And you can do the rest." The offer hung between them, a bridge of uneasy alliance amid the desolate backdrop.

"Alright then," Aaron agreed, the decision settling over him like a cloak of purpose.

"Seems you have both come to a conclusion," Dracula interjected, his voice resonating through the rift like distant thunder.

"And my presence is no longer needed. I will be leaving then." With that, he stepped back, his silhouette fading into the swirling darkness as the rift closed with a soft, final snap, leaving the void quieter, less oppressive.

"Since we are cool," Aaron said, turning to Lilith, "I better return space to how it was before I raise suspicions."

He raised a hand, shadows retreating as the barriers dissolved, the void expanding once more to its natural state.

"And no, I’m not answering any questions right now." He told her, noticing the pout forming on her face, her curiosity bubbling like unspoken flames.

"Tch." Lilith clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, her eyes narrowing with playful frustration.

She watched Aaron hurry away, his form blending into the shadows, the dead planets orbiting indifferently as the alliance solidified in the wake of their tense exchange.

The faint warmth of her aura lingered, a reminder of the precarious path ahead.

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"Need some help?" Aaron asked Nick, his voice casual as he perched on the window pane to the governor’s office.

The cool evening breeze filtered through the open frame, carrying the faint scent of blooming night flowers from the gardens below, mingling with the polished wood and ink aroma of the room.

Moonlight slanted in, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk piled with holographic reports and glowing data pads.

Nick looked up from his work, his pen pausing mid-stroke. "You know I can have you arrested for your actions right now, right?" he asked, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

Irritation simmered in his eyes, the kind that came from dealing with an unwelcome intruder who seemed utterly unbothered by boundaries or authority.

The office felt smaller with Aaron’s presence, the air thickening with unspoken tension.

Aaron leaned back slightly, balancing effortlessly on the narrow ledge, his gaze drifting out to the twinkling city lights of Aiz sprawling below like a sea of distant stars. "So how’s the assessment coming along?" he ignored Nick’s threat entirely, instead posing a question of his own.

His tone was light, almost playful, as if they were old acquaintances chatting over drinks rather than rivals in a web of political intrigue.

Nick felt a surge of rage bubbling up inside him, hot and insistent, clenching his jaw to keep from exploding.

The veins in his neck pulsed faintly, but strangely, he found himself unable to take drastic actions against Aaron some emotional invisible restraint holding him back.

He set his pen down with deliberate slowness, the click echoing in the quiet room.

"Tomorrow we begin the general round of the assessment to take out the weeds," Nick informed him, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of malice.

"Be prepared for tomorrow. I signed you up automatically." Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, a rare spark of victory in their ongoing verbal sparring.

Aaron’s expression shifted to one of mild displeasure, his brows furrowing just enough to show annoyance without true anger.

"How very kind of you," he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Except I didn’t request your help." He swung his legs idly, boots tapping lightly against the stone wall, the sound rhythmic and irritating in the otherwise silent office.

For the first time since dealing with Aaron, Nick felt an intense wave of happiness wash over him, seeing that look of frustration on the man’s face.

It was a small win, but in their tangled game of power and deception, every crack in the armor counted.

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly, allowing a thin smile to curve his lips.

"There’s no going back on it," Nick commanded, his tone final and authoritative. "Just be prepared." The words carried the weight of his position, the governor’s seal of inevitability.

Aaron shrugged, unfazed on the surface, though a flicker of calculation danced in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Might as well just join for the fun of it," he replied, pushing off the window pane with effortless grace.

He strolled away without a backward glance, his footsteps echoing down the corridor, leaving Nick alone with his simmering thoughts and the quiet hum of the city night.

Afterward, Aaron sought out Loki in a secluded corner of the estate, the god of mischief lounging against a marble pillar under the soft glow of floating lanterns.

Aaron discussed his dilemma, the need to alter his appearance to evade sharp-eyed Sovereigns.

Loki listened with a sly grin, his green eyes sparkling with amusement at the challenge.

Making use of his illusion and transformation abilities, he wove subtle magic over Aaron, altering any trace of his physical look that could draw unwanted attention from observant eyes.

Then, layering him with deeper illusion magic to mask further for those who decided to pry too deeply, Loki stepped back to admire his work.

The changes were imperceptible to the casual observer, a slight shift in bone structure, a softening of features, but enough to throw off even the keenest scrutiny.

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The next day, Aaron found himself walking under the watchful eyes of countless spectators.

The massive arena buzzed with energy, rows upon rows of seats filled with eager citizens from across the filament cluster, their murmurs blending into a low roar like distant thunder.

Sunlight filtered through the domed ceiling, casting warm beams across the assembled participants, but the attention didn’t make him nervous or rattled in any way.

What annoyed him was the fact that he had to force himself to join a military assessment at all, a charade to maintain his cover amid the growing web of his plans.

But still, Aaron had to go on with it in the guise of blending in.