Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 577 577: NEED YOUR HELP

"What do you want from me?" Aaron asked, raising his eyes to meet Aetherion's gaze.

"I thought we were bitter enemies from now on."

"Now we need your help," Aetherion replied evenly. "And I'm sure you need our help too."

"Pfft. Need your help?" Aaron waved the idea off with a dismissive flick of his hand. "I doubt I do."

"Let's go," he told Grey and Flameborn, already turning his back to leave.

"You must have met the Primordial Wardens," Aetherion called out, his voice steady and urgent.

"I'm sure you know that's not all their strength. They are far more dangerous than you realize, Aaron."

"I'm aware," Aaron answered without stopping.

"And that's exactly how I like my enemies — strong and healthy. They help me grow faster that way."

"They will hunt you to the end of every realm until you die," Aetherion continued.

"They don't stop. And I'm sure even you hate being haunted from time to time."

"So?" Aaron replied, finally pausing to give Aetherion a cold, direct look. "I'll just hunt them when I want."

"You devoured them, didn't you?" Aetherion pressed.

"You should know they have no soul. You can't devour their soul to question them. You can't force them to answer you. Basically, you can't find them."

"You… how do you know so much about me?" Aaron asked coldly, his tone sharpening.

Samsara Cycle was something he rarely used.

It wasn't flashy, and he had plenty of other ways to finish enemies.

It had never been one of his favorites. So Aetherion knowing about it felt deeply suspicious.

"We are contracted," Aetherion explained simply.

"I know things about you. That's one of the things about a soul contract."

"Then why don't I know anything about you?" Aaron asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Lies you tell. You do know some things," Aetherion replied.

"Plus, you might have a strong soul, but I have far greater knowledge.

I routinely check on your abilities through the connection to see how much you've grown.

And I think it's time we had a serious talk."

Aaron paused, his mind turning the offer over carefully.

The weight of the decision settled on his shoulders for a long moment.

"But I'm still going to kill you," he informed Aetherion flatly.

Aetherion didn't reply. There was no need.

"Very well," Aaron said at last. "Let's go."

"Then we should head to our hideout," Aetherion muttered.

He took to the sky with a powerful beat of his wings, the fairy following close behind him.

Triple A called his mount and rose into the air as well.

"Why don't you all just use gale?" Aaron muttered, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

Using wings felt stressful and wasted unnecessary energy.

He had always preferred flying with gale, and he did exactly that now.

A gentle yet powerful current of wind lifted him smoothly, carrying him forward with effortless grace.

Aaron took to the sky, following the group with Flameborn gliding beside him.

"Hey! He can fly without wings?" one of the Primordials watching them pointed out, voice filled with disbelief.

"Eh? That's impossible!" another one rebutted. "There's no way someone can fly without wings in the Primordial realm!"

"It's true!!!"

Before long, every Primordial in the area had noticed.

Whispers and shocked stares spread like wildfire.

Aaron was flying through the Primordial realm without wings, something that should have been impossible.

Aaron remained completely unaware of the stir he had caused, simply enjoying the smooth rush of wind around him.

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"This place reeks of Chen Mo," Aaron condemned the moment they arrived, his sensitive nose wrinkling in distaste.

His werewolf bloodline made the scent sharp and unmistakable, clinging heavily to the air.

"It was the place he usually trained in," Aetherion answered dryly, his tone carrying no emotion.

Aetherion settled into his large chair with deliberate slowness.

The seat was carved from dark, ancient wood and designed to radiate dominance, its high back towering behind him like a throne of shadows.

"Now, Aaron," he began, his voice steady and commanding, "let's have the conversation. We need your help."

"And we had this discussion before," Aaron replied flatly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'm not interested in helping you. Nor do I need your help."

"Then you'll constantly have to deal with the Primordial Wardens," Aetherion warned.

"After a while, they'll begin to wear you down."

"I'm just a passerby," Aaron said with a shrug.

"I won't dwell too much in the Primordial realm, so why should I care?"

"Because they will track you down even after you leave this realm," Aetherion pressed.

"They never stop until the punishment handed out is fully delivered."

"I'll just use them to grow," Aaron answered coolly.

Aetherion leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing.

"Primordial Wardens — beings without souls. Disruptors. Do you care to know what else they have? Trust me, they are far more of a pain in the ass than you think."

"What's in it for you?" Aaron asked, tilting his head.

"You can't just want to help me deal with the Primordial Wardens and that's all."

"The Primordial Wardens are under the control of the Transcendents," Aetherion muttered, hatred simmering in his voice.

"The same beings that prevent any Primordial from transcending and surpassing this prison we find ourselves in."

"Prison?" Aaron echoed, genuine curiosity flickering across his face for the first time.

"Yes," Aetherion confirmed. "The Primordial realm is just a fancy prison made to keep us locked up and prevent us from ascending to higher ranks.

The Transcendents made a deal with an unknown being, separating the Primordial realm from the Transcendent realm and cutting off every means of ascending."

"But Chen Mo ascended, did he not?" Aaron pointed out.

"A heavy price was paid," Aetherion answered dryly.

"Well, that's on you all," Aaron said with a casual wave. "You can depend on Chen Mo. I'll navigate my path on my own."

"Chen Mo… he is no longer helping us," Aetherion revealed. "He changed his mind."

"Wow. As expected of him," Aaron muttered, a hint of dry amusement in his tone.

"He is on some revenge quest. That's the reason we need your help."

"No can do. I'm not interested," Aaron replied again, already turning to leave.

"Master—"

"It's fine," Aetherion cut in calmly. "Let him make his choice. If only we can find more about Aego—"

Boom!

Aaron void-stepped instantly, appearing directly in front of Aetherion. The movement was so fast the air cracked around him like thunder.

"What do you know about Aegon?!" he demanded, his eyes locked onto Aetherion with cold, icy intensity.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees under the weight of his gaze.