Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 598 598: MADNESS

Chaos made the first move, his patience snapping like a dry twig.

From point-blank range, he unleashed a concentrated blast of raw chaos essence.

But Aegon was not merely a fighter; he was a living supercomputer.

Calculating the trajectory before the energy had even fully manifested, he tilted his head by a hair's breadth.

The blast whistled past his ear, singeing the air but leaving him untouched.

Aegon surged into the opening, his fist a blur as he aimed a thunderous punch directly at Chaos's abdomen.

Chaos, a seasoned veteran of countless battles, caught the slight twitch in Aegon's shoulder muscles.

He instinctively braced for a feint, certain that a mind as complex as Aegon's wouldn't lead with such a linear strike.

He was dead wrong.

Aegon wasn't playing a game of shadows; he delivered the blow with the full, devastating weight of the Chaos Physique.

The punch slammed into Chaos's gut with the force of a falling moon, catapulting the primordial ruler backward through the air.

In a flurry of movement, massive, leathery demon wings erupted from Aegon's back.

With a single, powerful flap, he closed the distance, his fingers outspread like talons.

He clamped his hand around Chaos's throat, intending to end the struggle right there, but Chaos found his footing mid-air.

With a roar of defiance, Chaos swung a heavy, chaotic-infused fist that connected squarely with Aegon's jaw, sending the intruder reeling back in turn.

Regaining his composure, Chaos hovered in the air, widening the gap between them.

His eyes narrowed, analyzing the exchange.

He realized that in a contest of pure physical brawn, Aegon's mastery of the body's systems as well as his physique made him a nightmare.

He needed to lean into the unpredictable nature of chaos itself.

Pressing his palms together, Chaos conjured a massive sphere of unstable energy and hurled it.

The attack screamed through the air toward Aegon, but halfway there, it simply vanished into thin air.

Aegon frowned, his Mystic Brain working overtime.

He dropped into a tight defensive stance, his eyes scanning every dimension for the reappearance of the projectile.

Without warning, the chaotic energy blinked back into existence, appearing an inch from Aegon's leg where his guard was lowest.

BOOM!

The explosion sent Aegon spinning through the void, his leg charred by the erratic energy.

Sensing the momentum shifting, Chaos didn't let up.

He threw his head back and opened his mouth, unleashing a second, even larger torrent of chaotic essence.

Just like the first, the energy winked out of existence mid-flight.

It reappeared directly behind Aegon, the concussive force slamming into his back and propelling him forward, straight toward where Chaos stood waiting with a predatory grin.

Aegon, realizing he was being funneled into a trap, opened his own maw.

A searing torrent of hellfire erupted from his throat, a wall of flame meant to incinerate anything in its path.

Chaos didn't flinch.

He didn't even raise a hand in protest.

He simply watched the fire approach with a calm, mocking gaze.

Just an inch before the flames could lick his skin, they were sucked into a jagged rift in space.

A heartbeat later, the same fire emerged from a rift behind Aegon.

The backwash of his own attack blasted him even faster toward Chaos's reaching hands.

Losing his balance and tumbling through the air, Aegon was defenseless as Chaos's hand clamped around his throat like a vice.

"This is the end," Chaos muttered, his voice a low, vibrating growl.

He drove his free hand through Aegon's chest, his fingers piercing through muscle and bone until they closed around a warm, pulsing heart.

"Urgh!" Aegon groaned, his body convulsing in agony.

He gripped Chaos's forearms, staring deep into his eyes, his own gaze unfocused.

"What are your last words?" Chaos asked, savoring the feeling of his rival's life force fluttering in his palm.

"You are... good," Aegon whispered, a small, bloody smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Finally," Chaos laughed, a sound of pure triumph.

"Finally, I get to reclaim my original strength.

I will be whole again."

He watched as the light began to fade from Aegon's eyes, the body going limp in his grasp.

He reached out with his essence, preparing to devour the husk and integrate the physique.

The sudden, sharp sound of a slow clap echoed through the throne room.

Chaos froze, his blood running cold.

He slowly turned his head toward the sound.

Seated arrogantly on a conjured chair at the far end of the hall was Aegon.

He was leaning back, his legs crossed, clapping with a nonchalant, bored expression.

Chaos looked down at the body in his arms.

He was still clutching the warm, bleeding heart.

He could feel the wetness of the blood and the fading heat of the flesh.

The confusion began to rot his mind like a slow-acting venom.

"Are you quite sure you're holding my heart?" Aegon asked, rising slowly from his seat.

Chaos frowned, his grip tightening on the organ, but as he looked closer, the reality around him began to shimmer and warp like a heat haze.

Slowly, the horrific realization dawned on him.

He had been trapped within the labyrinth of an illusion from the very start.

Chaos stared in paralyzing horror as the veil of the illusion lifted.

The warm, pulsing weight in his hand wasn't the heart of his enemy.

He was clutching his own chest, his fingers hooked deep into his own ribs, mere centimeters away from ripping out the core of his own existence.

One more surge of triumph, one more decisive pull, and he would have committed the most perfect suicide in the history of the origins.

"While I appreciate your enthusiastic plans to kill yourself on my behalf, I wish to exercise my control over this vessel a bit longer," Aegon informed him, his footsteps echoing with terrifying calmness as he closed the distance.

"How?" Chaos choked out, his voice trembling as he slowly withdrew his bloodied hand from his own chest.

"How did you bypass my senses?"

"Hmm?

How?

I simply weaved a narrative for your mind to follow," Aegon explained, tapping his temple.

"Breaking free requires a mental fortitutde that exceeds the complexity of the weave.

But I am Aegon.

No one, not even a being of your stature possesses half the mental strength required to challenge my simulations."

"You... your arrogance truly knows no bounds," Chaos muttered.

The Primordial of Chaos closed his eyes, his breath hitching.

He realized then that he couldn't outthink a man who lived in the future, and he couldn't outfight a man who could rewrite his reality.

If he was to win, he had to stop playing by the rules of logic.

He took a deep, shuddering breath and released the absolute entirety of his strength.

The effect was instantaneous and apocalyptic.

His Origin Realm, the very seat of his power, began to groan and fracture.

Space didn't just bend; it shattered like brittle glass, the Origin Verse itself disintegrating into a void of pure entropy.

Chaos wasn't holding back; he was setting the world on fire just to see the smoke.

He reached out across the metaphysical tether and forcefully began to pull energy back from Aegon's stolen Chaos Physique.

"You... what are you doing?

You'll tear the entity apart!" Aegon demanded, his eyes widening as his pristine calculations began to hit infinite errors.

Chaos didn't answer.

He simply became a conduit for pure, unadulterated madness.