Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 440: LEARNT ANYTHING?

Evoking such pure fear just from the mention of Dracula’s name and identity was something Aaron couldn’t achieve yet, a level of terror that resonated through legends and whispered tales, embedding itself in the souls of even the immortal.

"You! I’m going to send you back from where you came from," the lich yelled, his voice echoing with forced determination as he tried to motivate himself amid the suffocating dread filling the hall.

"Kill him! Attack him!" the lich commanded his loyal soldiers, his skeletal arm thrusting forward in a desperate gesture, the air crackling with his necrotic authority.

"Did you all not hear me?! I said kill him!!!!" the lich yelled again, his green-flamed eyes bulging with frustration, the command reverberating off the bone-laced walls like a hollow decree.

His soldiers failed to obey his last instruction, their decayed forms rooted in place, weapons limp in bony grips as an invisible paralysis gripped them.

"You all will rather disobey me than attack?" the lich asked, his eyes bewildered as the feeling of betrayal washed over him, a bitter wave that twisted his lipless mouth into a snarl.

"Group of bastards. If none of you attack, I will snuff out your life forces and let death consume you all completely," the lich warned, resorting to force to threaten the undead soldiers. Dark mana swirled around him like a storm, promising oblivion to any who defied him further.

Dracula didn’t pay the lich any heed, his crimson gaze dismissing the outburst as insignificant, like swatting away a fleeting shadow.

He simply turned to Aaron, his ancient presence shifting with the grace of eternal night, the faint rustle of his robe the only sound in the tense silence.

"Learned anything yet?" he asked Aaron, his deep voice carrying a mentor’s subtle curiosity, laced with the weight of centuries.

"I did," Aaron nodded his head, a spark of insight flashing in his shadowed eyes beneath the concealing veil.

"And what was that?" Dracula prompted, tilting his head slightly, his long dark hair swaying like threads of midnight.

"The importance of having a terrifying name from your exploits and achievements," Aaron added, his tone reflective yet edged with his inherent arrogance, absorbing the wisdom like fuel for his growing legend.

"Good. You are already notorious, the one that consumed galaxies. But that’s not enough to be completely feared," Dracula explained, his fangs gleaming faintly as he paced with unhurried steps, the torchlight dancing across his pale skin.

"No one, after all, knows how you consumed galaxies and how strong you are. It’s even comical; the Sovereigns dare to create a tournament to choose people to hunt you down like some sport. Allow at least one being to tell the tales about you and your ruthless actions," Dracula added, his words painting a strategic vision, emphasizing the power of myth over mere destruction.

Aaron nodded his head in deep understanding, the lesson sinking in like blood seeping into parched earth, igniting a fiercer determination in his chest.

"I will take it from here," Aaron informed Dracula, turning to face the lich and the soldiers with a predatory gleam, his shadowed form radiating newfound menace.

"You all fear the wrong person when I am standing here, deciding on the fate of your race," Aaron said coldly, facing the lich, his voice slicing through the air like chilled steel, heavy with unyielding command.

"And who the hell are you to make such a bold claim?" the lich inquired, an irritated look twisting his skeletal face, the green flames flickering with scornful challenge.

The fear that was gripping his heart from seeing Dracula eased up immediately after Aaron’s words, a glimmer of desperate opportunity sparking in his hollow gaze.

He saw Aaron as his only hope to live at the moment, a chance to turn the tide in this nightmarish encounter.

Defeat Aaron, the unknown figure, capture him, and force Dracula to retreat by threatening the life of Aaron, the plan coalescing in his ancient, scheming mind like a web of shadows.

"Those condescending eyes. I’m not quite a fan of it," Aaron said coldly, his own gaze hardening with icy precision, cutting through the lich’s facade.

Controlling his shadow with effortless will, he created several tiny spikes from the writhing darkness, each one sharp and alive, pulsing with void essence that distorted the surrounding light.

With deliberate intent, Aaron released the shadows toward every undead present within the castle except for the lich, the spikes hurtling like silent darts through the dim air.

The shadow spikes stabbed into the eye sockets of every undead present, embedding with a faint, wet crunch that echoed softly in the hall.

The spikes transformed into black patches, completely sealing the sockets and rendering the sight of the undeads useless, plunging them into an endless void of blindness.

"Much better," Aaron muttered, releasing an even more oppressive and frightening aura that thickened the atmosphere, making the air feel heavy and suffocating, like the grip of impending doom.

The undead waved their hands frantically, bony fingers clawing desperately at the patches, trying to peel the black obstructions from their obscured sight and sockets.

But the more they tried, the more they realized the futility of their actions, the shadows adhering like unbreakable curses, defying all attempts to remove them.

The lich, realizing the uselessness of his undead soldiers, now stumbling blindly like lost souls, decided to take matters into his own hands, his mana reserves surging with frantic energy.

Controlling mana with his magic, he catapulted himself toward Aaron in an instant, a streak of decayed fury propelled by dark sorcery, robes fluttering like tattered banners in a gale.

The goal was to overwhelm Aaron in one smooth move and attack, his claws extended like rusted blades, aiming to rend and conquer.

"I’m not a fan of bones," Aaron muttered, his voice laced with casual contempt, as if commenting on an unappealing meal.

Stretching his hand, he caught the jaws of the lich before it could react, pinning it tightly in a vise-like hold that creaked against the brittle bone, halting the assault mid-air.