Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 453: HANDICAPPED BATTLE V

"I’m saying I’m tired. I need to rest," Aaron replied with the same calm indifference. "We go again tomorrow."

"You bastard! How dare you look down on us!!" the devil roared, raw fury exploding across his features and twisting them into something monstrous.

His eyes ignited with a violent, glowing red.

Hell flames erupted violently around his body, dancing and licking at the air with intense, searing heat that made the surrounding grass wilt and smoke.

The flames carried the heavy stench of sulfur and burning flesh.

He channeled the roaring inferno into his scythe with deliberate focus until the entire blade was completely engulfed, glowing white-hot and dripping molten sparks that hissed as they hit the ground.

The devil moved fiercely, flames trailing behind him in long, whipping arcs that scorched the earth black.

He leaped high into the air, muscles coiled with lethal intent, and slashed downward with every ounce of his savage strength, aiming to cleave Aaron cleanly in two.

"I thought I told you I’m done for today," Aaron stated flatly, his gaze locked on the descending devil without the slightest trace of concern or urgency.

The devil paid no heed to the words.

The only thought burning fiercely in his mind was the overwhelming need to slay this arrogant human right here and now.

He studied Aaron’s every subtle movement with razor-sharp focus, mind on high alert.

The instant Aaron’s muscles shifted even the tiniest bit, the devil reacted with explosive speed.

He twisted violently in mid-air, pivoting his entire body with bone-creaking force to face behind him.

With all his gathered strength, he swung the flaming scythe in a devastating, horizontal arc that whistled through the air.

A confident, triumphant smile stretched wide across the devil’s face, he believed beyond doubt that he had caught Aaron completely by surprise.

"Now he has gone mad," Aaron mocked quietly, still standing perfectly relaxed in his original position, not having moved an inch.

The devil’s smile froze grotesquely on his face as the humiliating realization crashed over him.

He had swung at empty air and made a complete fool of himself in front of everyone.

Aaron didn’t bother to do anything at all.

The white sphere acted independently. It shot forward like a silent silver streak, slicing through the air with deadly precision toward the unprotected devil still suspended mid-air.

It stabbed straight through his chest with a wet, crunching impact.

The ego weapon, now fully manifested in the form of Excalibur, ended the devil’s life in a single, merciless stroke.

The flames around the scythe flickered and died instantly as the body went limp.

"Good. The annoying rat has been taken care of," Aaron said smoothly, turning to face the group once more.

"Now, my esteemed friends, where were we?"

At this stage, the entire crowd had fallen into a profound, deathly quiet.

Every participant stood calm and subdued, listening to Aaron’s words with rapt, fearful attention.

The earlier chaos had been completely drained away, replaced by a tense, obedient silence.

"Now. Like I said. Let’s wrap it up for the day."

Aaron snapped his fingers with the casual, theatrical flair of a master chef inviting his staff to begin service.

In a sudden, disorienting progression of events, the space around every single participant became completely isolated.

Invisible but solid barriers formed instantly, cutting each one off from the others.

No one could touch, speak to, or even clearly see their former allies anymore.

The battlefield felt strangely fragmented and lonely.

Aaron isolated his own space as well and yawned once more, stretching with exaggerated leisure.

"Now that should keep each and every one of you to yourselves," he said with a satisfied, almost playful smile, then closed his eyes.

The participants immediately began crashing against the invisible walls in growing panic.

They hammered, slashed, and hurled spells at the barriers with desperate fury, but quickly realized it was all a complete waste of time and energy.

The isolation held firm, unyielding.

Aaron kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

His breathing remained slow, deep, and perfectly even, chest rising and falling in a convincing rhythm.

His actions were entirely deliberate.

He was conserving every ounce of his energy for the main show that lay ahead.

Aaron was also buying precious, critical time for his allies, literally Dracula, to get fully ready.

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Aaron kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

His breathing remained slow, deep, and perfectly even, chest rising and falling in a convincing rhythm.

He was conserving every ounce of his energy for the main show that lay ahead.

Aaron was also buying precious, critical time for his allies, literally Dracula, to get fully ready.

Somewhere far beyond the battlefield, in a realm of thrones carved from star-forged stone and endless void, the Sovereigns watched.

"Hmm. Who the hell is that human?" Mephistopheles muttered, leaning forward slightly.

An intrigued gleam danced in his crimson eyes, the corners of his mouth curling in faint, dangerous amusement. "He has quite the abilities."

The Sovereigns, despite being on high alert, never once looked away from the tournament unfolding below.

Their gazes burned with a mixture of curiosity, calculation, and barely restrained hunger.

"Who would’ve thought a lower race could birth someone that strong. And arrogant," Odin rumbled, one massive hand resting on the arm of his throne.

His single eye narrowed, fixed unblinkingly on Aaron’s distant figure.

The air around him crackled faintly with restrained lightning.

"I’m going to have him join my course," Zeus declared, voice ringing with absolute certainty, as though the matter were already decided.

He leaned back, arms crossed, a smug smile playing across his lips.

"Don’t you think you’re being too much?" Lucifer cut in smoothly. "You can’t just have him because you want to."

Lucifer’s tone carried quiet warning, his dark wings shifting once behind him like restless shadows.

"Lucifer is right," Baal added, stretching the last words with deliberate emphasis.

"We all agreed on the rules in place for recruiting them. Free and fair."

"Now the demon that has never been free and fair now wants everything to be free and fair. How nice," Zeus mocked, voice dripping with sarcasm. Lightning flickered briefly in his pupils.

"Well, I didn’t make the rule," Baal shrugged, shoulders rolling with casual indifference.

"It would have been easier, and better for me if we didn’t have to do this the fair way."

"They will be no breaking of the rules," the Primordial Dragon’s voice rolled out like distant thunder through mountains. Deep, ancient, and utterly final. "No one should incur my wrath."

The group continued their bickering sharp words, veiled threats, mocking jabs, all while their eyes remained locked on the single figure far below.

Every Sovereign present burned with the same unspoken desire: to claim this one human for themselves.

"Hey. What is he doing?" Lucifer suddenly called out, cutting through the squabbling like a blade.

The bickering died instantly. Every gaze snapped back to Aaron.

"Who the hell is he?!" Zeus demanded coldly. Killing intent flared around him in visible waves, crackling like storm clouds ready to burst.