Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 589: SPECTRALS

The bombshell hit Aaron like a physical blow.

His head felt like it was swelling with the sheer impossibility of the concept.

Legend Killers?

He had been led to believe that Legends were the absolute pinnacle of existence, the apex of all power.

The idea of a race designed specifically to hunt them felt like a cosmic joke.

But the truth was far darker.

Spectrals were a biological check and balance created at the dawn of time to hunt Legends.

They were the shadows to the Legends’ light.

They couldn’t prey on common races; they couldn’t even digest them.

To a Spectral, Legends were the only source of sustenance.

They were the perfect predators.

For eons after creation, the Legends and Spectrals were locked in a stalemate of total war, a cycle of slaughter that only ended when the King of all Legends wedded the Princess of the Spectrals.

That union brought a fragile peace to the cosmos, a harmony born of blood and marriage.

However, the peace was a facade.

Through a grand, treacherous plot orchestrated by the other Legends, the Spectrals were eventually annihilated along with the King.

The Legends emerged as the sole absolute beings known to the multiverse.

Yet, as the third Aaron had said, a Spectral could never truly be erased.

This trait was exactly why the Legends had never been able to truly defeat them in the old wars.

They existed in a persistent state of ’Undead’—even after being killed, a Spectral could continue to manifest and interfere with the physical world.

"Then doesn’t that mean I’m safe?" Aaron asked, trying to find a loophole in the nightmare.

"If she’s dead, she shouldn’t be able to touch me.

Killing her own husband’s child would surely count as a massive interference with causality, wouldn’t it?"

"If she wasn’t our mother, your logic might actually hold some weight," the third Aaron countered, his voice dripping with a grim sort of irony.

"But she is.

Universal causality is a fickle thing; it grants a parent a terrifying amount of leeway to interfere in their child’s life without facing cosmic retribution.

That includes snuffing out said child’s life or crippling their progress entirely.

So, Aaron, just be on your absolute best behavior.

Do not, under any circumstances, anger her.

Normally, Mother is a remarkably kind soul—the only ancient Spectral in history to have never taken the life of a single Legend.

All because she detests conflict."

He reached out and tapped Aaron’s shoulder with a cold, heavy hand.

"But don’t test her."

"Cool.

Good to know," Aaron replied, though his mind was already racing toward the next logical conclusion.

"But I have a question.

If Mum is a Spectral, doesn’t that mean I also carry the Spectral bloodline?

And if I do, shouldn’t I have access to their abilities?"

The moment the question left his lips, the white room fell into an absolute, suffocating stillness.

A dead silence draped over the void, heavier than any noise could ever be.

Aaron stared at both carbon copies of himself in confusion.

The System had frozen mid-lean, and the third Aaron’s hand remained suspended in the air.

Why were they so quiet?

Had he stepped on some cosmic landmine?

"Honestly?

I hope to whatever supreme being is out there that we never manifest that bloodline," the third Aaron finally spoke, his voice low, cold, and unmistakably tinged with a deep-seated fear.

"In fact, from what I can infer, we don’t have it.

Perhaps our brother does, but us?

No.

That is not the life I want for myself.

Not in a thousand lifetimes."

"Why?" Aaron asked, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Remember when I told you Spectrals can’t really die?

Well, here is the ’fun’ part about that biology," his bloodline self explained, pacing nervously now.

"A single living Spectral possesses the potential to resurrect every other fallen member of their race.

Leaving just one of them breathing spells absolute doom for the Legend race.

So, Aaron, use that brain of yours—what do you think Legends do the moment they realize a Spectral is alive?"

"They would hunt him down," Aaron realized, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place.

"They would kill him before he even figured out what he was."

"Exactly.

That is the reason our brother is currently being hunted like a dog.

The Legends didn’t just send assassins; they sent a perfect killing machine—an artificially created Spectral known as the Universe Ender.

So, yes, Aaron... I would very much like to stay as far away from that bloodline as possible."

"Well, time for you to leave," the System interjected, standing up and snapping his fingers.

"The anchor is thinning.

You can’t stay here any longer."

"I still have—"

Before Aaron could finish his sentence, the white void fractured and collapsed.

He was forcefully expelled from the mental space, his consciousness hurtling back through the dimensions until he slammed back into his physical form.

"Aaron?" Isobel’s voice cut through the fog in his mind, pulling him back to reality.

"Yeah?" Aaron blinked, the sights and sounds of the sanctuary rushing back in.

"You spaced out for a bit," she said, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Sorry.

I’m fine," Aaron replied, grounding himself.

He took a deep breath, the weight of his conversation with his other selves still heavy in his gut.

But he pushed that aside, deciding to take care of the present situation, Leo.

"Now, let’s bring Leo back."

Wielding his omnipotent control over the sanctuary, Aaron reached into the raw essence of creation.

He wove together strands of matter and energy, meticulously reconstructing a body for Leo that was perfect down to the last cellular detail.

Beside him, Retribution stepped forward.

With a rhythmic hum of power, he opened his Samsara Gate—a swirling vortex of spiritual energy.

From its depths, Leo’s soul was released, flickering like a pale flame.

Aaron took hold of the soul with invisible threads of will, gently guiding it toward the newly formed vessel.

He focused every ounce of his concentration on merging the two, stabilizing the spiritual frequencies to prevent the soul and body from clashing or rejecting one another.

After a tense, silent minute, the chest of the body rose in a sudden, sharp gasp.

Leo opened his eyes, the light of life flooding back into his pupils.

A weak but genuine smile bloomed on Leo’s face the moment he recognized Aaron standing over him.

"I knew you had a plan," Leo rasped, his voice full of a quiet, unshakable trust.