Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 603 603: FIVE MYSTIC ORGANS

Aaron felt a wave of confusion wash over him.

He didn't understand how he was seeing without sight, nor why the expanse had been paralyzed.

But the word "Extinction" drifted away from his mind, floating toward the frozen form of Chen Mo.

Without Aaron's conscious command, the word settled into Chen Mo's chest, sinking directly into his heart.

Time resumed with a violent jolt.

But the world that returned was empty.

Chen Mo was gone.

There was no body, no blood, no lingering soul.

It was as if he had never existed, not just killed, but erased from the very record of reality, driven into absolute extinction.

"What... What was that?" Aaron whispered, his voice shaking as he stood alone in the silence.

Far beyond the void, those who had been watching the struggle shared his bewilderment.

Among them, Aegon's face was pale, his hands trembling with a newfound terror.

"Aaron is a threat.

He needs to die now!" Aegon thought, the weight of the unknown pressing down on his chest like a leaden weight.

He had been the one to interfere, using his power to shut down Aaron's mystic eyes and cause the agony, but the result had terrified him.

He had sought to weaken a rival, but instead, he had witnessed the birth of something he could not control.

He feared the mystery of what Aaron had become.

The moment of Chen Mo's disappearance left a chilling vacuum in the white expanse.

One second, he had been lunging forward, a desperate warrior seeking a final kill; the next, he had simply vanished into total oblivion.

To Aegon, watching from the shadows, the event was both creepy and fundamentally impossible to grasp, a glitch in the logic of the universe that defied even his vast knowledge.

Aaron, however, decided to push the mystery to the back of his mind for now.

The taste of victory was sweet, regardless of the bizarre method by which it was achieved.

He had won, and he could study what had transpired with the haunting word, Extinction—at a later time.

But just as Aaron prepared to depart the silent void, a sudden, searing heat erupted on his forehead.

It felt as though a branding iron was being pressed into his skull.

Slowly, a jagged, ancient mark began to manifest, glowing with a dangerous, baleful light.

It was the Mark of Cain.

The weight of the curse was immediate.

The moment the mark took hold, Aaron felt his connection to his mystic eyes snap.

They were gone, ripped away by the arrival of the brand.

The combined agony of losing his primary sensory organs and receiving the mark was like nothing he had ever endured, a white-hot storm of pain that threatened to unmake his mind.

When the torment finally subsided into a dull throb, he took a shaky, deep breath and began to use what power he had left to mend the Origin Expanse, restoring the dimensions to the best of his ability.

While Aaron sought a hard-won peace in his newfound freedom, he was not the only victor of the day.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

Deep within the dark, decaying origin realm of the Dead Chaos, Aegon's scream echoed through the shadows.

He clutched his face as his own eyes began to liquefy and reform.

When he finally lowered his hands, his gaze had transformed.

They were no longer human; they had become ethereal, swirling with the beautiful, cosmic depths of the universe itself.

Aegon had successfully usurped the mystic eyes.

But the transformation did not stop there.

Ancient, glowing inscriptions began to materialize around his forearms, etching themselves into his skin with agonizing precision.

A perfect circle of complex runes appeared on the backs of his palms, merging with his flesh until the mystic arms were fully his to command.

With the eyes, the arms, and the core he already possessed, Aegon now held three of the fabled mystic organs.

A slow, predatory smile blossomed on his face.

Aaron might have disrupted his original plans, but the outcome was far from a failure.

In the grand tapestry of his schemes, Aegon had still emerged as the ultimate winner.

He turned his cosmic gaze toward Zeph, who stood waiting in the shadows.

"What is your rank?" Aegon asked, his voice vibrating with his newfound power.

"Nameless rank," Zeph answered quietly, his expression unreadable.

"I see.

You've done a magnificent job, Zeph.

Every task I gave you was executed to perfection," Aegon said, his grin widening.

"I already have three mystic organs in my possession.

Let's not delay the inevitable.

It is time to begin the Fight for the Throne."

Zeph nodded in silent understanding.

Suddenly, an illusory, shimmering piece of a Queen—a relic of a higher game—materialized within Zeph's mind and floated out through his skull, hovering in the air between them.

Without hesitation, Zeph willingly began the transfer of the mystic nose and the mystic ears to his master.

It was a seamless transition; after all, Zeph had only ever been a temporary vessel.

Just as he had done with Vault, Aegon had used Zeph as a living vault to safeguard his prizes until the moment was right.

The mystic ears manifested onto Aegon's head first, followed shortly by the keen, heightened senses of the mystic nose.

As the organs integrated, Aegon began the dark process of devouring Zeph entirely, absorbing his strength and essence to fuel the transition.

The process was grueling.

Because of Zeph's immense strength and the sheer complexity of Aegon already holding three mystic organs, the ritual lasted for ten days following the great battle.

It was a daunting, exhaustive task of biological and spiritual alchemy, but Aegon did not falter.

Finally, as the last of Zeph's essence was consumed and the five organs hummed in perfect resonance within him, a screen flickered to life in Aegon's vision.

[You have completed a hidden criteria for hastening the Contest for the Throne for all.]

[Do you wish to begin the process now?]

For the first time in his long, calculated life, Aegon was receiving a direct System notification.

His smile turned triumphant.

He had triggered a secret condition known to only a handful of legends—a shortcut he had learned of while assisting one of the legends that had killed the previous one above all.

"Yes," Aegon whispered, accepting the prompt.

"Begin."