Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 429: EGO WEAPON

It charged, hand stretched forward, fingers splayed like claws of fire.

The floor beneath its feet blackened and cracked with every step, heat distortion warping the air in front of it.

Making use of a copied form of infernal step, the Ifrit closed the distance in a blink, flames trailing behind like a comet’s tail, the ground scorching in its wake.

It reached for Aaron, hoping to capture the nimble intruder and crush him in a burning grip.

Aaron ducked smoothly beneath the outstretched hand, feeling the searing heat brush across his back.

Black Sphere materialized in front of him, reshaping instantly into a heavy gauntlet that encased his right fist in dark, articulated armor.

He threw an uppercut.

The blow connected cleanly to the jaw of the Ifrit with a sound like a cannon shot.

The impact reverberated through the chamber, shockwave rippling outward, cracking nearby columns and sending dust cascading from the ceiling.

The creature’s head snapped back, teeth clacking together, a spray of molten embers bursting from its mouth like blood from a split lip.

The Ifrit flew upward, body tumbling helplessly through the air.

The gauntlet transformed once more, lengthening into chains that wrapped around Aaron’s arm like living serpents.

Holding one end, he swung the chain toward the airborne creature.

The other end whipped out, wrapping around the Ifrit’s torso in a single fluid motion, shadows tightening like iron bands.

With a sharp yank, Aaron pulled downward.

The Ifrit crashed to the ground with bone-shattering force, the marble floor splintering beneath him in a spiderweb of cracks.

Dust exploded upward in a choking cloud, the impact echoing through the building like distant thunder.

The creature lay stunned for a heartbeat, flames guttering weakly along its limbs, chest heaving with labored breaths.

Aaron stood over it, chains retracting smoothly back into the weapon’s core.

He exhaled slowly, the rush of combat settling into a low, steady burn in his veins.

The Ifrit groaned, struggling to rise, flames flickering back to life along its cracked skin, but Aaron’s eyes had already moved on, scanning the deeper corridors ahead, searching for the next challenge in this endless gauntlet of illusions.

With a sharp pull, Aaron dragged the Ifrit toward him, the shadowy chain singing through the air like a taut wire.

The creature’s massive form hurtled forward against its will, flames trailing behind in furious streaks that scorched the marble floor black.

Aaron’s knowing smile widened, sharp and predatory, shadows flickering in his eyes like distant lightning caught in a storm.

The Ifrit roared in defiance, twisting mid-flight to unleash a desperate counter.

Lightning erupted from its outstretched hands, jagged, blinding arcs of white-blue power that crackled with murderous intent.

The bolts surged along the chain, hoping to conduct the electricity straight to Aaron, turning his own weapon into a conduit of death.

Of course, the plan was thwarted.

Black Sphere absorbed the lightning completely.

The chain drank the energy like parched earth swallowing rain.

Sparks danced harmlessly for a heartbeat before vanishing into the weapon’s depths, leaving only the faint smell of ozone hanging in the scorched air.

"Funny to try lightning against him," Aaron muttered, amusement curling his voice. "Alright, let’s spice things up a bit."

The chain transformed once more.

The shift was instantaneous and breathtaking.

The shadowy links thickened, darkened, then reshaped entirely, morphing into the unmistakable form of Mjölnir.

The hammer materialized in Aaron’s grip with a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the grand hall, the head forged of midnight-black metal veined with crackling silver lightning.

Runes along its surface glowed faintly, pulsing in perfect imitation of the thunder god’s legendary weapon.

The air around it warped, charged with raw, divine authority, the weight of it seeming to bend gravity itself.

Even the VIP platform fell momentarily silent.

"Oh?" Loki said, leaning forward in his seat with a wry, delighted smile. He glanced sideways at Thor, eyes glittering with mischief.

"Brother, it seems we have our answer on which is better."

Thor’s massive frame remained still, arms crossed, but his blue eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the holographic projection.

The hammer’s replica was flawless, down to the subtle storm patterns etched into the head, the faint crackle of contained lightning dancing along the haft.

"We don’t know yet until we see the weapon in action," Thor rumbled, voice deep and measured.

"That’s when we can be sure whose ego weapon is stronger. Good to see we finally have our answer now," he added, a faint edge of challenge in his tone directed at Loki.

Loki’s smile only widened, sharp and knowing.

He wasn’t doing this to get under Aaron’s skin in the first place, more than that, he was fanning the greed of the VIPs around them.

The administrators’ eyes had already begun to gleam, fingers twitching on armrests, whispers stirring like dry leaves in a gathering wind.

Back on the battlefield, Aaron was oblivious to the stir he’d caused above.

He hefted the hammer, feeling its familiar weight settle perfectly in his palm.

The haft was cool against his skin, the head thrumming with restrained storm energy that made the air around it crackle faintly.

He had once been on the receiving end of the real Mjölnir, felt its crushing force, its unyielding judgment and now he held something even better.

Black Sphere was an ego weapon with higher sentience than any divine weapon in the universe, or even the multiverse.

After replicating Mjölnir’s abilities and copying them perfectly, Aaron could confidently say it was superior.

It made better decisions, adapted faster, thought alongside him rather than merely obeying.

The hammer felt alive in Aaron’s grip, almost eager, shadows and lightning dancing together along its surface in perfect harmony.

"Let’s make it snappy, shall we?" Aaron muttered, satisfaction curling his lips.

He swung the god hammer in a wide, powerful arc and released it toward the Ifrit.

The weapon hurtled forward like a comet of midnight and storm, trailing crackling lightning that illuminated the grand hall in stark flashes.

The Ifrit roared, using infernal step to vanish in a burst of flame and reappear several meters to the side.