Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 483: TESTING PHYSIQUE

And anyone who dared wield the essence of day drew their power directly from her.

That unbreakable link made it utterly impossible for any to challenge an original within their own origin plane.

The plane itself became an extension of their will, an absolute fortress where foreign essences withered and died.

Only one original stood as the eternal exception.

Chaos.

He alone could act however he pleased, unbound by the sacred rules that governed all others.

"Don’t you think you’re doing too much?" the Day Mother asked.

A faint frown creased her veiled features, the first visible crack in her serene composure.

"Going too far would be destroying your entire plane," Chaos replied smoothly.

"This? This can just be considered a warning."

The Chaos Orb he had released moments earlier had already done its work.

In a single, casual pulse of violent energy, it erased a full tenth of the origin plane.

Vast swathes of radiant light simply vanished, erased into nonexistence without sound or struggle.

The devastation hung in the air like a scar across perfection.

Yet the sheer ease of it spoke volumes: one offhand attack from Chaos had nearly torn apart a realm built from the purest essence of day.

"You’re breaching the agreement," the Day Mother said evenly. "And interfering with my actions."

Despite the gaping wound in her domain, she remained perfectly composed.

Her voice carried no tremor, her posture unchanged.

The only thing that truly occupied her mind was how to contain this wild, unpredictable force standing before her throne.

Chaos was not something that could be reasoned with easily, but he had to be managed.

"I don’t care about the agreement," Chaos stated flatly.

"Find me the new Night Father and bring him to me. It will be far easier for you than for me."

"What do you even need him for?" the Day Mother asked, her reluctance plain.

This was the very reason she had refused to hunt for the successor in the first place. Handing him over felt like delivering prey to a predator.

"I need him to regain my other half," Chaos answered.

"You still won’t give up," she said softly.

"That’s the reason the last Night Father died in the—"

Boom!!!!!!

Chaos’s aura exploded outward in an uncontrollable surge.

The violent flare drowned out her words, shaking the remaining light of the plane like a storm tearing through glass.

He clenched his jaw and fought to rein it in.

Again and again he tried, but each attempt only fed the chaos further.

Seconds stretched into agonizing eternity as raw power lashed around him in wild arcs.

Finally, after what felt like far too long, his aura stabilized.

The violent tremors faded, leaving only heavy silence.

Chaos frowned deeply, his expression darker than before.

Without another word, he turned away from the Day Mother and began walking.

"Where are you going?" she asked, genuine confusion threading through her voice.

"None of your business."

"What about the Night Father?" she pressed, hoping to draw his attention back, to understand why this unpredictable force had suddenly shifted so strangely.

"I have no use for him anymore," Chaos replied over his shoulder. "Do as you please."

In the next instant, he vanished completely from the origin plane of the Day Mother.

She watched the empty space where he had stood, curiosity slowly overtaking her calm demeanor.

Something had changed. Something significant.

Outside the plane, Chaos floated in the boundless void between origins. A deep, troubled frown marred his features.

His other half had been set free.

But the news brought him no joy, only cold fury.

Someone had dared to possess the physique meant solely for him.

The one vessel capable of restoring his full strength and reuniting his fractured self had been claimed by another.

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"Aarghhhh!!!!"

Aaron’s scream tore through the void, raw and primal.

His skin split open in jagged lines, tearing apart like over-stretched parchment.

Every muscle in his body ripped and shredded from within.

Blood vessels burst in violent sprays of dark crimson.

Bones cracked and splintered with sickening pops, reforming in ways that sent fresh waves of agony crashing through him.

After that first unguarded scream, caught completely off guard by the intensity, Aaron clamped his mouth shut.

He muffled every subsequent cry, teeth grinding as he forced himself to endure.

Sweat beaded across his brow, then evaporated instantly in the vacuum of space.

Bit by bit, his body rebuilt itself in chaotic rebirth.

First came the bones.

They shattered completely, then regrew, not the clean ivory white of old, but a swirling, ever-shifting chaos.

Colors bled and flickered across them: midnight black, violent crimson, sickly green, before finally settling into deep, abyssal black.

They passed beyond solid matter entirely, entering a paradoxical state: intangible yet perfectly tangible, defying physics with effortless arrogance.

Next, his blood vessels reformed. They swelled thicker and more robust than before, veins and arteries expanding like reinforced cables forged in a storm.

Then they contracted again, compressing into an unbreakable foundation.

The vessel walls hardened to an impossible density, nothing short of cosmic force could hope to rupture them now.

His organs followed.

Heart, lungs, liver, every single one was infused with raw chaos essence.

They pulsed stronger, larger, more resilient, each beat carrying the promise of endless endurance.

Finally, the muscles rebuilt themselves layer by layer.

Every fiber thickened, every tendon reinforced, until his physique stood complete: the Indestructible Chaos Physique.

The entire transformation took less than a second.

To Aaron, it felt like an eternity of fire and ruin.

When it ended, he exhaled slowly.

"So?" he asked, sweeping his sweat-dampened bangs backward with his left hand. "Where were we?"

Using tendrils of shadow, he wove a fresh cloak around his shoulders.

The last one had been reduced to tatters during the violent rebirth.

This new one settled perfectly, dark, flowing, and edged with faint chaotic flickers.

"You... what happened to you?" X asked. Genuine curiosity burned in his mechanical gaze, eating away at his usual detachment.

"I’d rather not say," Aaron replied with a tired half-smile. "Let’s just get on with this. I feel like I need some sleep after that."

He stretched out his hand.

In an instant, his two ego weapons materialized: the black sphere and the white sphere.

The white sphere shifted fluidly, reshaping into Seraphim’s divine weapon, radiant, holy, and deadly.

The black sphere twisted into Lucifer’s form, sinister, void-black, and hungry.

"Why don’t we go for a dance?" Aaron said casually, flexing his fingers with deceptive ease.

"I want to test out my new physique."

His voice carried lazy confidence, but his eyes gleamed with something far more dangerous: anticipation.