Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 431: WHITE SPHERE

The sound was no longer a crackle, it was a continuous, bone-deep roar that vibrated through the floor, through Aaron’s teeth, through the very air.

"Now this is what I’m talking about," Aaron said, grin widening.

He could feel the deepened connection, Black Sphere wasn’t just a tool anymore. It was awake. Aware.

And it wanted to win as badly as he did.

"While we’re at it... system draw," he said mentally.

The odd, unexplainable certainty had been building in his chest since the tier-up like the universe itself had tilted slightly in his favor and was waiting for him to reach out and claim the prize.

He closed his eyes for half a second.

And pulled.

The system interface bloomed behind his eyelids in clean, silver text.

[Draw initiated...]

The illusory wheel materialized behind Aaron once more, its spokes blurring with violent motion as it spun faster than ever before, radiating an otherworldly pressure that made the very air hum.

[Congratulations! You have earned the growth-type reward – White Sphere]

A soft, crystalline chime echoed inside his mind, clean and piercing.

"Oh?" Aaron’s eyes lit up with sharp interest, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile.

He glanced sideways at the pitch-black orb hovering near his shoulder.

"Buddy," he said, voice low and amused, "looks like you’re getting a partner after all."

The Black Sphere pulsed once, violently, then twice more in rapid succession.

"Yeah!!!! Sister!!!" it cried, the word bursting out in a childish, ecstatic shout that somehow still carried the weight of an ancient void.

The sound vibrated through the battlefield like a crack splitting open reality itself.

Across from them, the towering Ifrit froze mid-motion.

Flames roared along its muscled arms, coiling tighter for the killing blow it had been preparing, yet its molten eyes narrowed in confusion.

It could sense something immense shifting in the atmosphere, but the meaning escaped it.

The creature simply stared uncomprehending, wary, while the heat around its body warped the ground into blackened glass.

Aaron barely noticed.

His attention had already locked onto the new presence forming before him.

A sphere emerged from the center of the spinning wheel, small at first, no larger than a fist.

Then it swelled steadily, drinking in ambient light rather than reflecting it.

Its surface wasn’t merely white; it was the absence of imperfection, flawless, radiant, almost painful to look at directly.

Gentle waves of pure luminescence rolled outward from it in slow, hypnotic pulses, washing over everything nearby and stripping away every lingering shadow.

The White Sphere simply floated there, serene and motionless, regarding the world with calm, unblinking clarity.

Aaron exhaled slowly through his nose, feeling the twin weights now anchoring either side of his soul.

White Sphere

Type: Growth-Type Ego Weapon Grade: ???

Synchronization:0%

Status:Bound to Host

Evolution Potential: Limitless

Long ago, when the first star finally surrendered and collapsed into ravenous silence, not every scrap of its brilliance was devoured.

A single fragment refused to vanish.

Instead of dissolving into nothingness, it compressed, harder, denser, until the light within it became so concentrated that it no longer wished to illuminate.

It chose instead to dominate, to force existence to acknowledge its presence.

From that stubborn refusal to fade, a second will was born.

Serene. Relentless. Absolute.

Thus the White Sphere came into being: a self-forged remnant of the same obliterated star that had birthed its darker twin.

If the Black Sphere represented the merciless hunger of endings, then the White embodied creation pushed to its most unforgiving extreme, light wielded not as warmth, but as verdict.

Its surface shimmered with endless, self-generated radiance.

It did not borrow light from its surroundings; it created it, flooding the space around it with blinding purity until colors seemed crude and shadows felt like insults.

Where the Black Sphere devoured secrets and swallowed truth along with lies, the White Sphere laid everything bare.

It peeled away darkness, stripped illusions, exposed every hidden flaw and fracture until nothing could remain concealed.

Deep within its luminous core dwelled an ancient consciousness, quiet, detached, utterly composed.

It observed reality without judgment born of anger or pleasure, only with the inevitability of natural law.

To stand in its light was to feel oneself measured, weighed, and found wanting unless perfection had already been achieved.

The sphere grow in harmony with its host.

It amplified ideals, convictions, and unshakeable purpose, not through ravenous consumption, but through perfect resonance.

Synchronization deepened whenever host embrace clarity, resolve, and unwavering belief in the path he had chosen.

Each step toward certainty strengthens the bond until thought hardened into law and raw intention reshaped reality itself.

Yet its gift carried no gentleness.

Should arrogance creep into those ideals, should righteousness blind the host to mercy or nuance, the White Sphere would not resist.

It would obey.

It would magnify that will without restraint, burning away hesitation, doubt, and individuality until only flawless, merciless intent remained.

The host would become a vessel of pure purpose, beautiful, radiant, and utterly devoid of self.

Old myths murmured that both spheres traced their origin to the same nameless entity, one who once sought to subjugate darkness forever.

When the void proved untamable, a final failsafe was forged: if night could not be conquered, then light would reign unchallenged.

Whether that creator perished in the attempt or ascended beyond recognition, no one knew.

The stars, however, had not forgotten the warning.

Unchecked radiance could destroy just as completely as endless night.

[Formshift (Primary Ability)]

Like its twin, the White Sphere could seamlessly assume the shape of any weapon its host envisioned, reconstructing not only appearance but every intrinsic property and function, provided its current level met or surpassed the original’s power.

Yet where the Black Sphere’s transformations tore space apart with hungry distortion, the White Sphere’s shifts brought sharp, crystalline clarification.

Reality itself seemed to straighten, edges honing, colors intensifying, as though the universe were realigning to welcome perfection.

At higher synchronization the change become instantaneous.

[Harmonic Convergence]

The White Sphere do not learn through gluttony.

It observes.

It analyze combat rhythms, energy signatures, conceptual frameworks, universal laws

Then it align pruning excess, refining potential, converging toward elegance and inevitability.

Rather than chaotic, ever-shifting hybrids, it sculpt weapons into their most idealized expressions: a longsword whose edge sang in perfect time with its wielder’s pulse, a spear that channeled solar pressure with surgical precision, a gauntlet whose every strike landed exactly where fate demanded.

Each clash sharpened its arsenal further.

Where the Black Sphere chased novelty through endless experimentation, the White Sphere converge, cutting away inefficiency until every form resonated like a celestial bell struck against the spine of reality.