Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 607 607: UNSHACKLED BLOODLINE

"They are beyond special," the Diviner agreed.

"Your wife is safe now; she will birth the remaining child without further risk to her life.

But this is only the beginning, Zereph.

Your children will never reach their true potential—the potential needed to survive what is coming—if you remain alive to protect them."

Zereph's brow furrowed, a cold realization dawning on him.

"You... your counsel used to be about my survival.

Now you speak only of my end.

Have you betrayed me, Diviner?"

"You finally noticed," the Diviner said, a look of grim satisfaction on his face.

As Zereph's personal advisor, his role had always been to ensure the King's longevity at any cost.

But since the moment of conception, his advice had shifted entirely toward the preservation of the sons.

"They have to survive, Zereph," the Diviner explained, his gaze piercing.

"No matter what it takes.

Besides, deep down, that is your wish as well.

Now, my final advice: Grant your wife the authority to remove the restraints on the child she will never know she had.

And implant this very memory into his mind, ensuring that only she can ever read it.

Take care of yourself, Zereph.

I will be going ahead of you."

With those final words, the Diviner exhaled his last breath, his spirit dissolving into the ether.

Zereph watched his oldest friend die, a deep, silent sorrow reflecting in his cosmic eyes.

He was now a weakened King, a grieving father, and a man waiting for his own inevitable end.

"So, you saw that far, huh?

You even burned through your own life just to see as much as you could," Zereph muttered, his voice thick with a heartache that transcended his royal stature.

As the moments of time bled into one another, his fiancée came to believe the beautiful lie.

The Diviner had played his part perfectly, assuring her with absolute certainty that she carried only one child before his passing.

She had no reason to doubt the word of the King's most trusted advisor.

On the day of their wedding, only moments before her child was due to be born, the long-festering plans of the rival legends finally bore fruit.

Zereph, left with less than 20% of his original strength, fought with the desperation of a dying star.

He was a lion shorn of his claws, unable to quell the tide of rebellion.

He lost his life in the carnage, as did every guest and spectral being who had come to celebrate the union.

His fiancée, Hera, managed to escape the slaughter with her pregnancy, but the price was a grievous, festering wound to her soul.

She fled to the farthest reaches of the multiverse, appearing in a distant, primitive universe.

There, in a secluded cave, she bore her son, and afterwards, encountered a group of mundanes.

They found her child wrapped in a shimmering time sphere.

With her final strength, she pleaded with the commoners to protect him, to hide him, and to help him grow strong enough to one day claim his revenge.

As for her other child—Aaron—she knew nothing.

He would go on to live an unsuspecting, quiet life, hidden away within a universe frozen and isolated by a separate temporal veil.

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"I see.

Aaron... my son," Hera whispered, a radiant yet pained smile breaking through the tears that tracked down her face.

The guilt was a physical weight in her chest.

For several millennia, she had been oblivious to the existence of her own flesh and blood.

She looked at him now, the fierce warrior who carried his father's strength.

"Meeting your mother for the first time, and the first thing she does is punch you across reality," she laughed softly, the sound both beautiful and tragic.

Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The suffocating pressure of her presence had transformed into a warm, maternal glow.

He had survived the encounter, but a deep sadness settled in his gut.

He thought of Zereph—the father he never knew—who had sacrificed his kingdom, his power, and ultimately his life just to ensure two infants had a chance to breathe.

Hera stepped forward and pulled her son into a firm, protective embrace.

"I'm sorry, Aaron.

I'm so sorry for being a bad mother and leaving you to face the dark all alone."

Aaron shook his head against her shoulder.

He couldn't find it in his heart to blame her; she had been a victim of fate's cruel design as much as he had.

"It's not your fault," he whispered gently.

"Well," she said, pulling back slightly, her form beginning to shimmer and turn translucent.

"I think it is time for me to go.

I have already incurred a massive debt of causality by manifesting here.

If I want to offset the paradoxical damage you're supposed to suffer from my punch, I have to leave now."

"Mot...

Mother...!" Aaron forced the word out, his voice cracking with the effort.

Hera turned back, her eyes shining with joy at the sound of the title.

"I need your help," Aaron admitted, his fingers clenching so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, drawing blood.

"I cannot meddle in your affairs much longer, my son.

Besides, I am dead.

You shouldn't overwork your mother's ghost," Hera said gently, though her eyes remained fierce.

Aaron bowed his head, the reality of his situation sinking in.

He would have to face Aegon and the coming storm on his own.

"Do not worry," she smiled one last time, her voice fading into a whisper.

"I followed your father's final request.

I have removed the restraints on your bloodline.

You have the strength now, Aaron.

You should be able to crush your enemies without any further help from me."

With that, she dissolved into a thousand points of light, disappearing from his sight entirely.

The instant she vanished, the universe snapped back into focus.

Aaron found himself standing in his sanctuary at the exact microsecond before the punch had landed.

It felt as though the entire odyssey—the flight through sextillions of light-years, the conversation beyond time—had been nothing more than a fever dream.

But then, a cold, mechanical chime echoed in his mind, and a series of glowing text boxes flooded his vision, proving that the inheritance of Zereph was finally his.

[Your shackled bloodline has been successfully unshackled]

[Synchronizing bloodline...]