Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 551: I CANNOT BE CONTROLLED

"You can’t defeat me," Vault said evenly. "Everything about you has been predicted. The outcome of this battle was decided the moment you showed up."

Aaron’s eyes narrowed.

"I’m being led by someone?" he scoffed. "Don’t joke with me."

A faint, dangerous smile appeared on his face.

"I, Aaron Highborn... cannot be controlled."

"So you haven’t noticed? How disappointing, Aaron," Vault said, his tone laced with mockery.

"My employer knew you would attempt to analyze the sword the moment you realized it was unique. And by doing so, you would create your clones... part of your new approach to being more active with them after fighting alone for so long," he continued, almost like a lecturer explaining a lesson.

"That gave me the perfect opportunity to utilize the sword’s main ability while your clones pinned me down. From the moment this game started, Aaron... you’ve been moving exactly like a chess piece."

Aaron exhaled slowly, irritation flashing across his face.

"Can you just shut up and stop annoying me?" he said flatly.

The black and white spheres around his hand began to merge, their opposing forces grinding against each other before stabilizing.

From that fusion, a gauntlet formed over his arm, radiating immense power.

"Congratulations," Aaron said coldly. "You’re the first person I actually want to pummel to death."

In the next instant, he vanished.

He reappeared right in front of Vault, his movement so fast it distorted the space around him.

But Vault was ready.

Stretching out his claws, he fired a barrage of demon bullets, an ability taken from Dante, straight at Aaron.

Aaron weaved through them effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise.

The bullets tore through the space he had just vacated, missing him by mere fractions.

He appeared before Vault in an instant.

"Sovereign hemodynamics," Aaron muttered under his breath.

The ability activated, attempting to seize control of the liquid flow within Vault’s body—

But nothing happened.

Vault remained completely unaffected.

"You can’t control anything within me," Vault said calmly, swiping his claws toward Aaron. "He made sure of that."

Aaron leaned slightly, dodging the attack with ease, his expression unchanged.

"Annihilation wave," he said coldly, ignoring Vault entirely.

In that moment, Vault felt it.

His skin tingled violently as a deep, instinctual fear gripped his heart.

From Aaron’s gauntlet, a catastrophic surge erupted outward, expanding in all directions. Everything in its path was erased.

The air vanished, leaving behind a suffocating vacuum. Space itself fractured, collapsing as if it had never existed.

There was no destruction

Only complete erasure.

Vault barely escaped at the final moment, tearing open space using Space Weaver’s ability and slipping through it just before the wave consumed him.

But Aaron had already predicted it.

The moment Vault emerged from the other end, Aaron was there.

With the dimensional awareness granted by his mystic eyes, he had seen through the spatial tear entirely, both its origin and its exit.

All he had to do... was be there first.

"Gale Rend," Aaron said coldly, his fist already moving.

Vault’s eyes widened in shock.

He couldn’t react.

From Aaron’s punch, a surge of primordial wind burst forth, slicing through the air at blinding speed. The force tore into Vault’s body, shredding through his armor as if it were nothing.

Deep, grievous cuts opened across his form.

"Urgh!" Vault groaned, staggering.

"Do not kid me!!!" he roared, his body swelling as his power surged. His eyes burned a deeper crimson as his form expanded.

All around him, grotesque spheres formed, each one lined with writhing mouths.

"You think your little toys will save you?" Aaron said, his voice steady and cold.

"Event Anchor."

With that, he invoked his transcendent ability.

Vault was pinned.

His entire existence was locked to a fixed space-time coordinate, rendering him completely immobile. No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn’t move even an inch.

Vault struggled desperately, activating the abilities of Space Weaver and Chronos in tandem, trying to break free.

But it didn’t work.

The two abilities, though powerful, were separate. They lacked the perfect synergy needed to counter Aaron’s singular, overwhelming control.

"Distance Collapse," Aaron muttered calmly.

The concept of distance itself was erased.

Near and far became meaningless.

In that instant, Aaron isolated their battlefield completely, separating it from the rest of the realm. Their fight was now infinitely distant from any form of life.

No interference.

No escape.

Only them.

"You shouldn’t have annoyed me," Aaron said, his voice low and dangerous. "Like I said... no one controls me."

Vault let out a strained laugh despite his condition.

"You can’t kill me," he said, forcing confidence into his voice. "I’m far tougher than you think."

Aaron’s lips curved slightly.

"Good," he replied. "I was counting on that."

He raised his hand slightly.

"First off..."

"Causal Displacement."

The grotesque mouth-filled spheres surrounding Vault flickered—

And instantly became useless.

Aaron had severed them from the chain of cause and effect itself. Though they still existed physically, they could no longer produce any outcome. Their actions held no consequence.

They were nothing more than empty forms.

Then Aaron acted again.

A destructive singularity formed.

Not around Vault.

But within him.

At the very core of his being.

"Die now," Aaron said calmly. "And I hope to see your employer soon."

Vault’s expression twisted.

He felt it immediately.

His entire existence began to collapse inward, crushed bit by bit as the singularity devoured everything that made him who he was.

His body.

His power.

His essence.

Everything was being erased.

Layer by layer, he was reduced to nothing.

But just before the final moment

Something slipped out.

From his head, an illusory fragment emerged.

It took the shape of a chess piece.

A pawn.

It hovered briefly in the air before shifting, transforming into a monochrome screen.

A distorted figure appeared on it.

"Just as I expected from the son of the one above all," a voice echoed from the screen, calm and composed. "A challenge like this was never going to be a difficult ordeal for you."