Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 418: ATTENTION SEEKER

The soldier was eliminated, scattering into pixel dust that shimmered briefly in the simulated sunlight before fading away like forgotten sparks from a dying fire.

The battlefield was designed so well by Loki that the weapons of everyone and their abilities weren’t real, but intricate illusions woven from threads of mischief and magic.

The air hummed with deceptive energy, fooling senses into believing the chaos was tangible.

Simply put, the Black Sphere Aaron was holding wasn’t real, but an illusion created from his memory of his weapon, a perfect replica that felt solid in his grip, its shadows coiling with remembered menace.

The illusion magic, of course, wasn’t being monitored by Loki, so he couldn’t access sensitive information from others.

The god’s power blanketed the entire galaxy-wide simulation, but prying into individual minds would invite overload.

Even if he wanted to, the sheer number of participants would crush his mind if he decided to do so, their thoughts a roaring torrent of fear, strategy, and desperation, too vast for even a trickster to navigate unscathed.

Continuing from where he left off, Aaron moved with blinding speed toward the next prey.

His boots barely touched the ground, the wind whipping through his hair as he blurred across the terrain.

The valley stretched wide below, dotted with holographic explosions that lit the sky in bursts of crimson and gold, the distant screams of the eliminated echoing faintly like ghosts in the wind.

The soldier this time was able to react better, his eyes widening in panic as he raised his hands.

Flames gathered at his palms, hot and flickering, the air around him shimmering with heat distortion.

He fired balls of intense flames at Aaron, the orbs roaring forward like miniature suns, trailing smoke and the sharp scent of burning mana.

Aaron, of course, cut the flame balls in two with ease.

His blade swung in precise arcs, the illusions parting like silk under a knife, the halved flames fizzling out in harmless puffs of embers that scattered across the grass.

The heat brushed his skin briefly, a warm tingle that did nothing to slow him.

With unyielding speed, he went for the neck, eliminating the soldier in a swift, clean stroke.

The man’s form dissolved into pixel dust, swirling away on the wind, leaving behind only the echo of a startled gasp and the faint, acrid smell of dissipated energy.

Aaron moved like the reaper of death, his presence a cold shadow sweeping through the vicinity.

Each step carried the weight of inevitability, his mystic eyes piercing through every illusion, every desperate concealment.

The grass whispered underfoot, the sun beat down with artificial warmth, but to him, it was all backdrop to his methodical hunt.

Soldiers fell one by one,.some mid-attack, others in futile retreat, their pixelated remains glittering like fallen stars against the green expanse.

To the soldiers, Aaron felt like the inevitable.

Death that couldn’t be stopped, a force as relentless as the tide, his silhouette looming larger in their minds with every elimination.

Fear clawed at their throats, hearts pounding in chests armored against illusions but not against the terror of being hunted.

No matter where they hid.buried in sand, cloaked in mist, perched on illusory cliffs,.he always found them, his blade flashing with cold precision, reducing them to dust that scattered on the wind.

The sniper far away from Aaron watched his ruthlessness from afar, scope trained on the unfolding carnage.

Perched on a high ridge, the wind tugging at his uniform, he felt a chill despite the simulated heat.

Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping into his eyes as he adjusted his visor.

He knew right away he had awoken a sleeping tiger, the casual deflection of his shot had unleashed something primal, unstoppable.

Having watched enough of others being eliminated by one man, their forms vanishing in bursts of light, screams cut short, he decided it was best to be as far away from Aaron as possible.

He packed his sniper with trembling hands, the metal cool and slick under his fingers, heart racing like a trapped animal.

Quietly, he began to retreat, boots scraping softly against the rocky outcrop, the distant valley now a graveyard of illusions.

"Going somewhere?" A chilly voice said calmly behind the soldier, slicing through the air like a blade through silence.

The soldier felt goosebumps erupt across his skin, a primal shiver racing down his spine.

The wind seemed to still, the holographic birdsong fading into ominous quiet.

His breath caught in his throat, muscles freezing as dread coiled tight in his gut.

He turned as slowly as he could, hoping his worst fear was not confirmed.

The motion felt eternal, the creak of his armor echoing in his ears, the scent of his own sweat sharp and acrid.

"You. How did you get here? How did you even find me?" The soldier asked in surprise, staring at Aaron with blatant shock on his face.

His eyes widened behind the visor, pulse thundering in his temples, the sniper rifle suddenly heavy in his limp hands.

Aaron stood there, his expression calm but eyes burning with quiet intensity.

"I have pretty sharp eyes," he informed, his voice low and matter-of-fact, carrying the weight of unspoken power.

The soldier’s mind raced.flashes of escape plans, desperate pleas but it was too late.

"Now off you go," Aaron smiled, the curve of his lips cold and predatory, shadows flickering in his gaze like distant lightning.

He stabbed the sniper right in the chest, the blade sinking through illusory armor with a soft, simulated thud.

The man gasped, form dissolving into pixel dust that swirled away on the wind, leaving only the echo of his shock and the faint, dissipating glow of elimination.

With the soldier eliminated, Aaron called it a day.

The valley stretched quiet now, the nearby clashes seeming distant, muffled by the illusion’s vastness.

He exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly, though the frustration lingered like a dull ache.

Utilizing his mystic eyes, he soon saw through the trickery of the illusion battlefield created by Loki.