Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 605 605: UNPRECEDENTED THREAT

He stared into the abyss of the tear with a frantic, piercing intent.

He knew his luck talent was sentient in its own way—for it to commit suicide just to open a door meant that whatever lay on the other side was the only thing in existence that could save him from Aegon.

Suddenly, a sensation of pure, unadulterated terror surged through him.

It wasn't his mind reacting; it was his very blood.

Every drop of his diverse, powerful bloodline began to roar in a panicked, collective harmony.

"Aaron.

RUN!!"

It was no other than the voice of his bloodline, expressing fear in Aaron's own thoughts.

"What is—"

BOOM!

The impact was instantaneous and absolute.

Aaron didn't even see the strike—he only felt the physical laws of his sanctuary shatter.

He was sent hurtling backward, his body becoming a living comet that pulverized the spatial fabric of his own reality.

The sanctuary was no longer a mere pocket dimension; Thanks to Aaron persistent devouring of realms, it had evolved into a Transcendent Realm, a sprawling expanse the width of billions of universes combined.

It was a space so vast it defied conventional comprehension.

To understand the scale of his flight was to understand the nature of the cosmos itself.

In a standard universe, light travels at a staggering speed of 3 × 10^8 meters per second, covering roughly 9.46 trillion kilometers in a single year—a distance known as a light-year.

For a person to reach the edge of a single, ever-expanding universe, it would take approximately 46 billion years on average.

Aaron's sanctuary, however, was a conglomerate of a billion such universes, all expanding simultaneously at an unprecedented rate.

To reach its boundary under normal circumstances would take an estimated 46 trillion years of constant travel.

And yet, from that single, mysterious blow, Aaron crossed that impossible distance in a heartbeat.

He was a blurred streak of agony, smashing through the outer limits of his own creation before he could even finish his sentence.

To grasp the sheer insanity of the moment, one had to look at the math.

If a being traveled at a speed of one quadrillion light-years, that is, 10^{15} light-years, it would still take seventeen full days to reach the boundary of the sanctuary.

Yet, Aaron had been propelled across that distance in exactly one second.

The physics were incomprehensible.

To achieve this, Aaron had been forced to move at roughly 700 sextillion times the speed of light.

That is a seven followed by twenty-three zeros—a number so vast it rendered the concept of speed meaningless.

This wasn't just movement; it was a cataclysm.

The force of the punch had physically shattered the local space-time continuum, spawning a cluster of paradoxes that hissed like static in the void.

When Aaron finally came to a halt, he realized with a jolt of terror that he was no longer within the known entity.

By shattering the laws of time, the blow had warped him into a "Non-Place," a realm existing entirely outside the conventional scope of time and space.

Aaron steadied himself, his mind reeling.

Strangely, he felt no pain.

This wasn't due to his durability, but rather a temporal desynchronization.

The blow had knocked him completely out of sync with the flow of existence.

The massive physical trauma he was owed was currently trapped in a fractured moment of "broken time" that hadn't arrived yet.

It was a causality crash, the system had encountered a value it couldn't process, delaying the effect indefinitely.

If causality ever managed to resolve the paradox and "debug" the error, Aaron would drop dead instantly.

Before he could even begin to process his precarious state, a figure materialized in the white silence before him.

She was a woman of mature years, yet she possessed an eternal, haunting grace that made every beauty Aaron had ever known pale into insignificance.

She was the pinnacle of aesthetic perfection; no soul in the nine entities could hope to compete with her radiance.

"You must be him," the woman spoke.

"My husband's other child."

Her voice was a celestial melody, so sweet and soothing that it acted like a narcotic on Aaron's soul.

A profound, dangerous peace washed over him.

He felt an overwhelming urge to close his eyes and drift into an eternal sleep, convinced that no other sound in the universe would ever be worth hearing again.

"Aaron!

Snap out of it!"

the voice of his bloodline roared within his mind, acting as a psychic tether that yanked him back from the brink of total ego-dissolution.

In that moment, Aaron felt a cold, sharp fear.

This woman was a horror beyond his comprehension; simply by speaking, she had brought him closer to death than Chen Mo ever could.

He didn't need to ask for her identity.

In this place beyond time, the truth was as clear as a winter morning.

"Moth..."

He tried to address her, but his voice croaked and failed, the word dying as a dry rasp in his throat.

"You have exactly one second to convince me why you should exist," she said, her tone devoid of malice but heavy with a terrifying finality.

"Fail to do so, and I will collapse the causality sphere I have constructed around you.

Your death will follow immediately."

Aaron swallowed hard, his usual bravado utterly extinguished.

He had stared down demons, gods, and world-enders, but those battles felt like children's games compared to the sheer, crushing pressure of the woman before him.

He was a moth fluttering before a supernova, and his one second was already ticking away.

"Aaron. You have to do everything within your power to survive. Weave whatever words you can—please, pacify her, or we are all dead," his bloodline hissed in a panicked.

"And what gave a mere bloodline the audacity to speak in my presence?" she asked, her voice remains as smooth as polished silk.

Her expression didn't shift by even a fraction of a millimeter; she didn't frown, nor did she raise her voice.

"Stay mute."

The effect was instantaneous and horrifying.

Aaron gasped, but the sound felt hollow.

His bloodline fell into a tomb-like silence.

She hadn't just silenced them; she had conceptually erased his presence from his conscious reach.

Aaron felt truly, utterly alone.

He stood on the precipice of non-existence, possessing zero knowledge of the woman's true temperament or with no knowledge of what had transpired that upset her so much.