Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 611 611: DOMINATION

With the final death of Davon, the silence of the void was absolute.

Aegon stood alone amidst the nothingness, his chest heaving as the mystic organs settled into his physiology.

"Congratulations.

You have won the Battle for the Throne of All," Owl's voice resonated from the shadows.

The Chief Judge stepped forward, his head bowed in a rare, profound gesture of submission.

The moment the proclamation was made, Aegon's very soul underwent a cataclysmic evolution.

It surged and expanded, transcending its mortal boundaries to become a Mystic Soul.

The change was systemic; every bone, every drop of blood, and every internal organ shifted into a mystic state.

The power was intoxicating, a roaring river of divine energy that made him feel as though he held the very strings of existence in his hands.

He was no longer just a mystic wielder; he was a legend.

With a sharp snap of his fingers, the void dissolved, and the grand courtroom of the Prime World returned.

Aegon walked majestically toward the center, his eyes fixed on the glittering seat of power.

Piled around the base of the throne like macabre offerings were the corpses of the fallen mystic wielders, Zel, Zaigoth, Seth, and the others, their essences already drained.

Aegon ascended the dais and sat upon the Throne of All with absolute certainty.

As he made contact, the rank of the Throne for All was bestowed upon him, locking his authority into the fabric of causality.

"Now.

To deal with that pest," Aegon murmured, a cruel smile stretching across his face.

His first act as the new sovereign was to summon the one shadow that still dared to flicker in his world.

With a wave of his hand, the bearer of the Mark of Cain, Aaron, was forcefully materialized before him.

"Hey, Aaron.

It's time for your funeral," Aegon said, his voice dripping with the arrogance of a god.

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BOOM!

The courtroom floor shattered as Aegon was propelled backward, his body becoming a blurred streak that leveled the ornate pillars before smashing into the far wall.

The impact was so violent the entire Prime World shuddered.

"Aaron!!!!!" Aegon roared, his face contorted in a mask of disbelief and rage.

He scrambled to his feet, his throat glowing as he released a torrent of Eternal Flames, a blast designed to incinerate universes.

The fire roared across the hall, consuming everything in its path.

"Where exactly do you think you are aiming?" a cold, detached voice asked from directly behind him.

Aegon's heart nearly stopped.

Before he could even begin to pivot, a hand like a vice clamped around the back of his neck.

Aaron had moved with a speed that made Aegon's own mystic legs seem like they were moving through molasses.

"You—"

Aaron didn't grant him the dignity of a reply.

He drove Aegon's head into the floor with a sickening thud.

He lifted him by the hair and slammed him down again.

And then again.

The rhythm was brutal and relentless, the obsidian floor cracking and splintering under the repetitive impact until Aegon's vision blurred and dizziness clouded his mind.

With a final, disgusted heave, Aaron hurled Aegon across the hall.

Aegon's body skipped across the stone like a stone across water before slamming into the courtroom wall, a mouthful of dark, mystic blood spraying from his lips.

Aegon struggled to his feet, his pride refusing to let him stay down.

"You will pay for your actions, Aaron!" he hissed, his eyes burning with a manic, obsessive malice.

Reaching into his own chest, Aegon performed a gruesome feat of self-mutilation.

He gripped his own rib cage and tore a bone free, the flesh knitting back together instantly behind the wound.

With a shimmer of mystic energy, he swiped his hand over the bone, transforming it into a jagged, lethal blade that hummed with the power of his mystic soul.

He pushed off the ground, his speed so intense that the entire throne room became a distorted blur of light and shadow.

To any other being, he would have been invisible, but Aegon relied on his mystic eyes to lock onto his target.

Aaron stood perfectly still in the center of the destruction.

He was the picture of tranquility, exuding the calm, effortless aura of a master watching a clumsy disciple struggle with a wooden sword.

"You will regret messing with me!!!!" Aegon shrieked.

He reached Aaron in a heartbeat, bringing the rib-blade down in a devastating vertical arc intended to cleave the son of Zereph in two.

The air screamed as the blade descended, carrying the full weight of the Throne of All.

Aaron moved with the effortless grace of a leaf caught in a gentle breeze, shifting just enough for the rib-blade to whistle past his ear by a hair's breadth.

The impact of Aegon's strike was cataclysmic; the floor didn't just crack, it imploded, sending obsidian shards flying like shrapnel.

Aegon, driven by a manic desperation, defied every law of inertia.

He yanked the blade upward, reversing the colossal momentum of his miss into a brutal rising slash.

It was a feat that would have shredded the tendons of any other being, but his Mystic Arms held firm.

Yet, Aaron dodged again.

A slight tilt of the head, a fraction of an inch, perfectly calculated, perfectly insulting.

"Stop dodging, you fucking rat!!" Aegon roared, his ego fracturing along with the courtroom floor.

In a fluid motion, he thrust his free palm forward, unleashing a blast of compressed Mystic Blood.

At such close range, the attack should have been unavoidable, a red tide of erasure.

Aaron's feet didn't even seem to leave the ground; he simply wasn't there when the blood arrived.

"If you wish so," Aaron muttered, his voice cutting through Aegon's rage.

This time, when Aegon swung his blade with twice the velocity of his previous strike, Aaron didn't move away.

He moved in.

His left hand snapped out, catching Aegon's wrist mid-swing.

With a cold, sickening crunch, Aaron applied a fraction of his legendary strength.

The mystic bone shattered, the wrist folding at an impossible angle.

Before Aegon could even scream, Aaron's right fist buried itself in the center of Aegon's face.

The shockwave sent Aegon hurtling backward, his heels dragging deep grooves into the stone.