Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 599 599: GAMBLE

The Will of the Origins shrieked in agony as the laws of reality began to melt.

Neighboring verses felt the shockwaves as their stars blinked out of existence and their gravity turned into a suggestion.

"Stop this madness at once!" Aegon roared.

For a man of pure intellect, Aegon's greatest weakness was the absence of a pattern.

He excelled at reading sequences, at predicting the "next step" in a logical chain.

But Chaos, in this state, was the epitome of randomness.

He was a storm with no center, a fire that burned cold, a direction that led nowhere.

Aegon tried to manifest a defense, but his constructs were absorbed by the entropy before they could solidify.

Even his Mystic Eyes failed him, they provided a high-definition view of the destruction, but they couldn't find a foothold in a world where nothing followed a law.

Chaos extended his domain, and within that sphere, meaning died.

Order was nullified.

Time became a tangled knot.

Space had no direction.

Water burned and fire froze.

Aegon found himself paralyzed; for the first time in his long existence, he didn't know what to do because there was no "right" move to make.

Slowly, and against every ounce of Aegon's will, Chaos initiated the final merge.

Aegon felt his body, the Nightflame husk, being pulled toward Chaos with an irresistible, magnetic force.

The two halves of the Chaos Physique were screaming to be one again, and they didn't care whose soul was caught in the middle.

"Let's settle this the old-fashioned way," Chaos informed him, his eyes bloodshot and wide.

"Whoever's consciousness remains after the merge gains the final victory.

Winner takes the soul, the body, and the throne."

He knew he couldn't win a duel of wits or a clash of blades.

He was taking a suicidal gamble, betting that his ancient, raw will could drown out Aegon's cold intellect in the depths of a shared mind.

Aegon saw the look on Chaos's face and felt a chill he hadn't felt in eons.

It was the look of a man who had already accepted his own death.

It was the exact same look Nightflame had given him right before he shattered his own soul.

"I so much dislike fighting those with nothing to lose," Aegon thought bitterly.

Those who disregarded their own lives were the ultimate variables.

They had no limits, no predictable self-preservation, and no regard for the "optimal" outcome.

Aegon was pulled within an inch of Chaos, his feet dragging across the fractured reality.

The attraction was like two binary stars colliding; there wasn't enough force in the universe to stop it.

"Tsk.

Very well, you madman," Aegon hissed, his eyes glowing with a sharp, desperate intensity as he braced for the mental collision.

"Let the game begin."

Deciding one's fate, not by calculation or practical risk, but by a raw toss of the coin, provided a form of thrill Aegon couldn't deny.

For a second, he allowed himself to feel the rush of the unknown.

The two bodies touched.

The air shrieked as the molecular structures of two separate Origin-rank entities began to knit together, reality itself weeping at the violation of space.

"A 50% chance for each of us, then. May the best man win," Aegon smiled, staring into Chaos's desperate eyes with a shark-like grin.

"May the best man win," Chaos accepted, his voice a weary rasp.

He closed his eyes, bracing his soul for the ultimate friction of the merge, ready to drown Aegon in the sheer volume of his primordial madness.

"I'm kidding," Aegon whispered, his voice suddenly cold and clear as their hands fused into a single mass of shifting energy.

"It's not a 50% chance. It's 100% to 0%," he said.

Their legs merged completely, the physical forms melting into a singular, pulsing pillar of chaos essence.

Only their upper torsos and heads remained distinct.

"Brag all you want only when you sur—"

"Urgh!"

Chaos's eyes snapped open, bulging in shock.

His statement died in his throat as a sharp, cold sensation pierced through his spectral essence.

His heart, his true origin core, had been stabbed from behind.

He had been so sure.

His Chaos Domain was active; it should have rendered any sneak attack or external interference impossible by nullifying all order and direction.

There was no 'behind' in his domain, yet he had been struck with surgical, impossible precision.

Chaos couldn't comprehend what had gone wrong, but seeing the triumphant, mocking grin on Aegon's face, he knew the gamble was over before it began.

He closed his eyes for the final time, drifting into the dark, knowing he had just fought the most unfair battle in the history of the Nine Entities.

Aegon's grin widened as the merging reached its zenith.

A massive, obsidian cocoon wrapped around the two figures, shielding the divine metamorphosis from the crumbling reality around them.

Time seemed to stretch.

Finally, the cocoon shattered.

Aegon stepped out of the debris, his new form radiating a terrifying, suffocating aura.

His strength hadn't just doubled; it had evolved exponentially.

The Chaos Physique was finally whole, and with the Mystic Brain at the helm, it was a weapon of absolute destruction.

"Hmm. Chaos... my bane, finally becomes a part of me. I have no weaknesses now," Aegon purred, flexing his fingers and watching the very air turn to ash at his touch.

"Thank you for your help, Zeph," Aegon added, looking toward a patch of seemingly empty space.

"I did what was requested of me," a voice replied.

Zeph, the wielder of the Mystic Ears and Mystic Nose, materialized from the shadows.

The most powerful assassin of the Shadow Race stood perfectly still.

He was the one variable Chaos hadn't accounted for.

"Now that I'm done with this, I should focus on setting the stage for the greatest battle in eons," Aegon muttered, a dark light in his eyes.

"Aaron Highborn against Chen Mo. I need to ensure they break each other."

"You don't need to do anything. They are already battling," Zeph informed him flatly.

"What?" Aegon's smile vanished.

He closed his eyes, attempting to synchronize his brain with the Mystic Eyes he had planted in Aaron.

He expected to see the world through Aaron's perspective, to watch the chess match unfold.

But there was nothing.

The feed was dead.

It was as if Aaron wasn't using the eyes at all.

"What's going on? Did he notice the breach?" Aegon muttered, his brow furrowing.

He quickly synchronized with Zeph's Mystic Ears instead, stretching his perception across the entities.

Through the sonic vibrations of the multiverse, he heard it: the thunderous impact of fists, the roar of Eternal Flames, and the unmistakable clash of two Origin-rank monsters tearing the world apart.

"That damn Aaron!" Aegon roared, his fury shaking the remnants of the shattered realm.

"He's fighting Chen Mo on his own terms! He's ruining my plan and the perfect setting I wished to create!"