Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 477: SOVEREIGNS’ BATTLE XX

"Hope you all didn’t miss me while I was gone. Had some things to take care of. But thanks to you all, I’m back on my feet," Aaron replied with a nonchalant smirk, positioning himself confidently before the frozen tsunami attack, his stance exuding a calm assurance amid the suspended destruction.

He had finally returned to the battlefield after his extended absence, his aura pulsing with fresh energy that seemed to revitalize the very air around him, cutting through the lingering haze of battle like a sharp dawn light.

"Oblivion," Aaron said calmly, his voice steady and composed as he snapped his fingers with effortless precision.

And in an instant, the tsunami vanished completely, erased as if it had been excised from the continuum of time and space itself, leaving behind only a faint, echoing void where its overwhelming presence had once dominated.

"I thought you would never come back," Dracula muttered quietly, his tone laced with subtle impatience as he glided closer to Aaron, his dark eyes scanning the newcomer with a mix of curiosity and guarded relief.

"Well, it was a very difficult and stressful job," Aaron muttered in reply, a faint shiver coursing through his frame at the memory of the arduous task he had endured, the weight of its demands still echoing in his bones like a distant thunder.

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Following the system’s meticulous instructions, Aaron had diligently completed the first phase: eradicating the insidious biological weapon that had infiltrated his core.

And then he transitioned smoothly to the next vital step, utilizing its remnants as a makeshift vaccine to mend and restore his beleaguered soul, infusing it with the necessary countermeasures drawn from the defeated foe.

This phase, to his surprise, required his complete and unwavering focus as well; he had to ingeniously trick his own soul into perceiving that the biological weapons remained alive and active, a ruse demanding careful orchestration.

Apparently, his soul was remarkably difficult to deceive, its defenses sharp and intuitive, but leveraging his potent bloodline and his indomitable willpower, which he employed to subtly suppress his soul’s instinctive reactions, he ultimately secured the outcome he sought.

The deception proved successful, spurring his soul into immediate action as it rallied to defend itself against the illusory enemy that appeared to persist in wreaking havoc.

But upon initiating its assault on the biological weapon, his soul quickly discerned the truth, it was all an elaborate hoax, one executed with masterful cunning by Aaron.

Undaunted, Aaron proceeded to the following step without hesitation, channeling the protective barriers his soul had already erected to repair the ravaged sections of his inner essence, weaving the safeguards like threads in a intricate tapestry of restoration.

The mending process was inherently restricted, capable of addressing only a modest portion of Aaron’s expansive soul, the repairs manifesting as targeted reinforcements rather than wholesale reconstruction.

But that incremental healing was more than adequate for Aaron, granting him the stability he needed to reclaim his strength, a quiet sense of accomplishment settling over him like a soothing balm.

He safeguarded the recovery meticulously, concentrating his efforts on the crucial segment of his soul that housed his dominion over time, nurturing it with precise, unwavering attention amid the introspective silence.

It seemed to stretch on forever, the duration feeling like an interminable expanse of concentration and endurance, but in the end, Aaron was handsomely rewarded for his tireless efforts, his soul emerging even more fortified, the fissures sealed with enhanced resilience.

And with that crucial mending, he reclaimed mastery over his power of time, the temporal flows responding to his will once again, bolstering his assurance in confronting the mighty sovereigns who opposed him.

Knowing that time was of the essence in the unfolding conflict, Aaron expedited his return to the fray, eager to offer his assistance and alter the battle’s precarious balance.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, his keen perception immediately locked onto the apocalyptic attack hurtling toward his allies, its destructive intent radiating like a palpable storm.

Making adept use of his time-space abilities, he froze the onslaught in its path, imposing an absolute halt on its progression with a command over the temporal threads.

The act of freezing the attack siphoned every last vestige of mana from within him, depleting his reserves to utter emptiness, leaving him momentarily drained in the wake of the exertion.

But that exhaustion was of minimal concern to Aaron, for in a swift reversal, he restored himself to his impeccable state, his vitality surging back with seamless efficiency.

And that rejuvenation included replenishing his mana to its zenith once more, flooding through him like an invigorating river of power.

After solidifying the freeze, Aaron eradicated the attack entirely from the time-space plane, invoking oblivion to banish it from existence with finality.

"Alright, old man. You can take your rest. And you guys too," Aaron informed his allies with a reassuring nod, his words carrying the weight of command tempered by camaraderie.

"But I haven’t gotten to enjoy the battle either," Flameborn complained, his deep, rumbling voice infused with eager anticipation for the fight, his massive form coiling with restless energy as if the thrill of combat called to him irresistibly.

"Alright then, do you—"

Aaron had his words cut short abruptly, interrupted by an unforeseen assault: an accelerated proton launched from beyond the very fabric of the universe, piercing into their reality like a silent assassin.

The proton streaked through at the unrelenting speed of light, inflicting rampant destruction along every segment of its path, carving trails of annihilation through matter and void alike.

And then, boom!

It drove straight through Poseidon’s heart with lethal accuracy, extinguishing his life in an instant, his divine form collapsing in a haze of fading godly essence.

"Poseidon!" Zeus yelled in raw torment, materializing swiftly by his slain brother’s side, his voice echoing with profound grief that shook the surrounding air.

"Who did this!" Zeus roared, his gaze fixing on Aaron with a burning hatred that smoldered deep within his heart, lightning crackling faintly around his clenched fists.

"Don’t do that with me. That shot wasn’t from me at all," Aaron denied firmly, countering the accusation with straightforward facts, his expression unyielding and composed under the scrutiny.

"He is right. It was as if the attack came from outside the—"

Hades couldn’t finish his words, his sentence severed as another accelerated proton lanced through his head, causing it to burst explosively like a popped balloon, shards of divine matter scattering in a grisly arc.

"What the hell is going on!!!" Zeus yelled, his voice escalating to a desperate frenzy as he beheld two of his brothers fall victim to these baffling, inexplicable causes, anguish and rage contorting his immortal features.

"How interesting. It seems we are all under attack," Aaron explained with measured intrigue, his mystic eyes shimmering as they pierced through the universal veil, unveiling a massive, nearly boundless army lurking just outside the cosmos, their ranks stretching into infinity.

Odin was the second to detect the external forces, his singular eye widening slightly in stoic acknowledgment as he rent a deliberate tear in the universal veil to expose them, the barrier parting with a low, ominous hum.

"This got a lot more fun," Aaron muttered to himself, a mischievous grin curling across his lips, his thoughts already weaving plans to exploit the unforeseen opportunity unfolding before him.