Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 587: THIRD AARON

"Yup, it’s me," the System replied, though he looked entirely unbothered, lying lazily across one of the sofas with his arms tucked behind his head.

"But I’m not actually the one you’ll be talking to today."

"Then who?" Aaron asked, his eyes darting around the white expanse.

The day had been an exhausting spiral of tragedy and revelation, from being manipulated like a puppet to finding a glimmer of hope, and now this sudden mental summons.

"You won’t be having a conversation with him. You will be having one with me," a third voice interrupted, coming from directly behind him.

It was cold, melodic, and hummed with a frequency that made Aaron’s very marrow ache.

"And who the hell are you?" Aaron demanded, spinning around on his heel to face the newcomer.

To his utter shock, the third figure was yet another double, a third version of himself.

However, while the silhouette was identical, the eyes were hauntingly different.

They didn’t just hold power; they radiated an absolute, crushing authority that made the Mystic Eyes feel like dim candles in comparison.

These eyes were a stark, pure white.

Within the iris, an intricate inscription of a black infinity symbol sat locked together in a chain-like loop, forming a circle that rotated slowly and rhythmically within the white depths.

The being’s arms were covered in ancient, swirling markings, a tapestry of several forgotten languages drawn like beautiful, obsidian tattoos.

Though the scripts differed, Aaron could feel the intent behind every symbol; they all translated to the same concept: Infinity.

"Who are you?" Aaron asked again, his voice barely a whisper.

"Me? I am you," the entity replied, his voice echoing with the weight of ages.

"A part of you that has only recently stirred from a very long slumber."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Aaron asked, his confusion mounting.

"Aaron, listen," the System interjected, sitting up slightly on the sofa to clarify.

"He is your original bloodline. He is the manifestation of your Legend Bloodline."

"What bloodline? And why would I have a sleeping bloodline in the first place?"

Aaron questioned, his mind racing to keep up with the metaphysical weight of the conversation.

"Because you are far too weak to sustain me right now," the third Aaron replied bluntly.

"If I were to fully awaken and manifest within your current vessel, the sheer pressure would be too much.

You would explode into a mist of raw energy, a detonation so powerful it would annihilate hundreds of entities and dimensions in your immediate vicinity."

"Well, this is insane," Aaron said, shaking his head.

"How do I even know you’re as powerful as you claim? For all I know, this is just another psychological attack from an enemy."

"Well, that is your business to fret over.

We don’t have much time, so let’s get to the agenda for today," the third Aaron said, brushing off Aaron’s skepticism with an air of supreme indifference.

"You have to get rid of the Mystic Eyes," the System added, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious.

Aaron blinked. "So, Retribution was right?"

"Of course he was right," the third Aaron groaned, his face contorting in a mask of pure dissatisfaction.

"Anyone with a half-decent brain would have realized that.

The fury I felt when I woke up and saw you using a ’dead eye’... ugh. I have never been so utterly irritated in all my existence."

"I still don’t fully understand," Aaron admitted.

"Well, let us put it in terms your mortal mind can grasp," the third Aaron said, pacing around him like a predator.

"The Mystic Organs, though they have been separated and scattered, still fundamentally belong to one person.

Tell me, Aaron: what happens to the information when someone sees something with their eyes?"

"He is not smart enough to answer that, so I will answer for him," the System mocked, his voice dripping with playful condescension.

"The data is sent to the brain, and the brain processes and converts it into useful information," Aaron answered coldly.

He stared at the System with dead, flat eyes that promised a very personal kind of revenge once this was over.

"Good. At least the basics are there," the third Aaron said, his voice rising as he began to pace the white void.

"Well, you have the Mystic Eyes.

But Aegon? Aegon has the Mystic Brain.

In fact, Aegon has always held absolute control over the Mystic Brain.

Do you know which organs are the most heavily dependent on the brain for function, Aaron? The five senses!" he roared in annoyance, the sound echoing like thunder against the white walls.

Aaron turned his fury toward the System.

"You damn System. Why didn’t you tell me any of this all this time? You’ve watched me walk right into this!"

"How disappointing," the third Aaron interrupted, his lip curling in disgust.

"Look at you, wanting the System to be your ’buddy-buddy.’

In the end, the System is nothing more than a backup processor meant to simplify our creation abilities and nothing else. It is a tool, Aaron.

But it is not the main control center."

"The System is the one that gave me the Mystic Eyes in the first place!" Aaron countered, pointing a finger at the lazy double on the sofa.

"I didn’t just stumble upon them. So, technically, this is entirely his fault."

"Yeah, about that... it was a fault on my side," the third Aaron admitted, his tone shifting into something dangerously sharp.

"That is the only reason I am not reaching for your throat right now.

Aegon must have found a subtle way to breach your System’s parameters and ’deliver’ the Mystic Eyes to you.

That is the exact moment he started winning. I have to admit, his plan was solid.

For a lowlife, he utilized the Legend abilities remarkably well," he added, offering a dark, reluctant commendation.

"Now is not the time to be praising our enemy," Aaron snapped, his patience reaching its limit.

"How do I get the upper hand? How do I actually beat him?"

"You must stop using the Mystic Eyes. But there is only one way to do that now that they’ve taken root," the third Aaron explained.

"It’s a crying shame, really.

Aegon gave you a version of the eyes that only tapped into a measly 10% of their true capability.

You couldn’t even divine future events or see the threads of causality.

You weren’t just beaten, Aaron; you were played like a novice."

"And you owe me for slipping up and letting that happen," Aaron said, raising his finger toward his third self, refusing to be intimidated.

"Well, I was sleeping. I couldn’t have known the state of the world while I was dormant," the third Aaron grumbled, though he didn’t deny the debt.

"I suppose I will have to upgrade the System’s firewall and architecture a little bit. Don’t worry, I will compensate you for my negligence.

Now, back to business.

The only way to purge the Mystic Eyes right now without leaving a trace of Aegon’s residue within your soul is to break a fundamental rule." A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.

"And what is that method?" Aaron asked, his voice low.

"Actually, it’s quite simple," the third Aaron laughed, the sound sharp and jarring in the silent room. "Kill Chen Mo."

"Fate wants Chen Mo to die that much?" Aaron muttered, shaking his head at the sheer, unrelenting misfortune of the man.

It seemed the universe itself was conspiring for his end.

"Of course. But it won’t be Aegon’s way," the third Aaron clarified, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity.

"It will be your way. By doing this, you will technically lose the immediate battle against Aegon. He will think he has won.

But by breaking his script, you will position yourself to win the entire war.

Now, Aaron, listen closely. Let me tell you the true rule on how to claim the seat of a Dead Throne for all."