Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 597 597: BLOOD DEBT

The Transcendent raised a hand, manifesting a shield of Transcendent Terra—a divine, earthen barrier reinforced by the laws of the realm.

It was meant to be an unbreakable defense.

But to his sudden horror, the antimatter didn't just strike the shield; it consumed it.

The dark energy ate through the Terra like acid through paper, surging forward to devour the Transcendent himself before his scream could even leave his throat.

"Ah, damn.

I couldn't devour his essence," Aaron noted with a hint of regret as the man was erased from existence.

He didn't have to wait long for a second chance.

The air shimmered as he was suddenly surrounded by a dozen other Transcendents, their faces twisted in fury.

Recognizing the lethality of the antimatter, Aaron decided to switch tactics; he needed their power, not just their absence.

He moved through their ranks with brutal, calculated efficiency.

Without the antimatter, the battle was more visceral.

He tore through their defenses with his bare hands and his superior physique, defeating them one by one and devouring their remnants to fuel his own ascension.

Aaron's assault on the House of Terrace was a whirlwind of violence and systemic erasure.

By the time he reached the inner sanctum, the House was a tomb.

And as he absorbed the final drop of Transcendent energy, a profound change rippled through his core.

"Finally," Aaron muttered, his voice vibrating with a new frequency.

"The Origin Rank."

But before he could even begin to revel in his newfound godhood, his mind went blank.

His consciousness was forcefully pushed into the back of his mind as his body went rigid.

His demeanor shifted instantly.

The Mystic Eyes faded, replaced temporarily by the haunting, pure white of the Legend Eyes.

The black infinity loops began to spin with terrifying speed, whirring like gears in a cosmic clock.

"Now.

Time to finally have that battle with Chen Mo," Aaron muttered—though the voice belonged entirely to his Legend Bloodline consciousness.

The infinity loops within his eyes tore through every boundary, every dimension, and every cloaking spell in existence, scouring the multiverse for a single signature.

"Got you," he whispered, a predatory smile pulling at his lips.

Before anyone could comprehend the shift—not even Aegon, who was still adjusting to his own stolen vessel—Aaron vanished.

He reappeared instantly in a damp, hidden cave deep within the Origin Realms.

"Chen Mo.

It's time we have that battle to the death," Aaron said, his voice echoing with a cold, divine finality.

Chen Mo barely had time to blink before Aaron Void Stepped, appearing inches from his face.

With a hand coated in the roaring heat of Eternal Flames, Aaron struck him square in the chest.

The impact was cataclysmic.

Chen Mo was blasted through the cave walls, sent tumbling out into the open air as the very mountain disintegrated behind him.

It took several seconds of chaotic flight, but Chen Mo eventually righted himself in mid-air, his eyes burning with a mixture of shock and rising battle-lust as he stared at the transformation of his rival.

"Aaron Highborn," Chen Mo spat, the name leaving his lips like a curse.

His voice was thick with a toxic mixture of ancient hatred and simmering rage.

"You actually came looking for me yourself.

You've saved me the tedious trouble of hunting you down," Chen Mo muttered.

He raised his sword, the blade gleaming with a hungry, murderous light.

He gripped the hilt until his knuckles turned white, his entire being vibrating with the singular urge to see Aaron erased from existence.

The two rivals stood frozen in the heart of the Origin Realm, the air between them ionizing with the sheer weight of their killing intent.

There were no words left for negotiation, no room for mercy.

They stared across the divide, finally ready to settle their blood-debt with the only currency that mattered: the life of the other.

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Meanwhile, deep within a different corner of reality, Aegon stood in the center of a desolate void, slowly opening and closing his new hands.

He was methodically testing the motor functions and neural responses of the husk that had once been Nightflame, weaving his consciousness into the very marrow of the bones.

"A good enough vessel for the next stage of my design," Aegon muttered, his voice echoing with a hollow, metallic resonance.

"Now, to elevate this rank and prune the remaining thorns from my side."

With a casual flick of his wrist, Aegon tore open a jagged space rift.

He stepped through the aperture as if crossing a threshold in his own home, reappearing instantly within the borders of Aaron's home entity.

Utilizing a seamless Time Step, he bypassed all perimeter defenses and materialized in the center of the Origin Realm of Chaos.

Chaos sat atop his obsidian throne, his posture impatient and brooding.

He had been obsessively ruminating on how to reclaim his missing half when the sudden, arrogant presence of an intruder jolted him from his thoughts.

He looked up, prepared to annihilate the interloper, but he paused.

The intruder felt disturbingly familiar.

It wasn't the face or the form that caught his attention, but the fundamental frequency of the man's aura.

It was a resonance that Chaos knew better than his own heartbeat.

"Who are you?

How dare you barge into my sanctum with such arrogance?" Chaos demanded, his eyes pinning Aegon to the spot.

"And why, exactly, do you possess the Chaos Physique?"

"Oh, the body?" Aegon replied, a thin, mocking smile playing on his stolen lips.

"It was a gift from a rival of mine.

He surrendered it to me... willingly, in a sense.

As for why I've come to your doorstep—well, I realized the gift was incomplete.

It was only one half of the total package."

"Perfect," Chaos said, his voice dropping to a predatory growl.

"It is good that you understand the situation.

Now, hand over that body to me and I will grant you the mercy of a swift death."

"I'm afraid I don't believe you have the capacity to grant me anything of the sort," Aegon countered smoothly.

He took a step forward, his eyes shimmering with a cold, calculated light.

"In fact, I will offer you the exact same terms you just offered me.

Accept your fate and allow me to take what I want peacefully.

If you do, I will allow you to leave this place with your life.

You won't be as powerful as you are now, of course, but you will be close enough to survive."

"Do not look down on me, boy," Chaos said coldly.

The stone armrest of his throne crumbled to dust under his grip as he rose to his full, towering height.

He descended the dais, his footsteps echoing like thunder until he stood directly in front of Aegon.

"A mere Transcendent dares to speak to me in such a tone?" Chaos asked, his lip curling in disgust.

He could sense Aegon's current power level clearly; it was firmly within the Transcendent rank, far below his own station.

"Oh, my rank?" Aegon chuckled, the sound chillingly devoid of humor.

"Do not let ranks distract you from the nature of the man standing before you."

Without warning, Aegon's aura exploded.

The air around him fractured as he forcefully broke through his limitations.

In a matter of seconds, his power surged, skyrocketing through the tiers until he reached the absolute upper limit of the Origin Rank.

"You... how is this possible?!" Chaos stammered, recoiling as the sheer pressure of Aegon's presence forced him back.

"Rank is a minor inconvenience for one who possesses the Mystic Brain and has mastered absolute control over his own adrenaline," Aegon explained, his eyes glowing with an intellectual malice.

"Now... let us get to the heart of the matter, shall we?"