Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 613 613: VICTORY

Aegon felt his blood turn to ice.

The realization that Aaron was treating the ultimate destructive force of the universe like a minor inconvenience shattered his remaining sanity.

He kicked and thrashed, attempting to wrench his legs free, but Aaron's grip was absolute—a gravitational singularity from which there was no escape.

With a casual, downward jerk, Aaron slammed Aegon into the crater.

The impact was so precise and powerful that Aegon's breath was driven from his lungs in a sharp, pathetic yelp.

"Let's end this charade already, shall we?" Aaron asked, his voice echoing with a terrifying, rhythmic calm.

Aegon could barely muster the strength to lift his chin.

He stared at Aaron through a haze of agony and confusion.

His mind, bolstered by the Mystic Brain, was stuck in a feedback loop, trying to calculate the physics of his failure.

"Antimatter.

It's the end of all things.

How is he still standing?"

No matter the rank, no matter the bloodline, antimatter should have unmade him.

"Think later.

For now, take your beating," Aaron informed him.

He didn't even bother to stand up fully; he simply grabbed Aegon by the ankle and began dragging him across the shattered obsidian floor like a sack of refuse.

Aegon's fingers clawed at the stone, leaving bloody trails, but he was out of options.

Every mystic organ he possessed was screaming, drained and flickering like dying candles.

Aaron reached the base of the Throne of All.

With a powerful heave, he threw Aegon's broken body onto the seat of power.

Before Aegon could even slide off, Aaron moved.

Schlick!

A shimmering dagger appeared in Aaron's hand, driven through Aegon's right palm and deep into the backrest of the throne.

Aegon shrieked.

Schlick!

Grey manifested as a jagged blade, pinning Aegon's left arm.

Then came the thighs.

Two more blades whistled through the air, transfixing Aegon's legs to the ancient seat.

Aegon was now a living centerpiece of agony, crucified upon the very throne he had murdered to obtain.

"Now, isn't this getting interesting?" Aaron smiled, leaning in until his multi-colored iris was inches from Aegon's face.

"I need names.

The legends who went against my father and caused his death.

Give them to me."

Hearing the demand, Aegon began to chuckle.

The chuckle grew into a wheezing, hysterical laugh that filled the hollow courtroom.

He looked at Aaron with a mocking, fanatic light in his eyes.

"The only legends who were on your father's side are cold and buried, Aaron," Aegon spat, blood bubbling between his teeth.

"Only the ones who plotted against him, the architects of this reality, remain.

They are the pillars of existence."

"Why is a dead man smiling so bright?" Aaron asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Because no matter how much you struggle, Aaron, your fate is etched in stone," Aegon hissed, his face twisted in a manic grin.

"You are going to die.

The moment you leave this room, the eyes of the universe will be on you.

That thought alone... to me, it is exhilarating."

"You're still brain-rotted till the end," Aaron countered, staring directly into Aegon's cosmic eyes.

"You don't seem to understand, do you?

No matter who stands in my way, be it a legend, a god, or the void itself, I will always remain victorious."

"So?" Aegon coughed, his gaze defiant.

"When are you going to kill me?"

"Right about now," Aaron replied, a cold, creepy smile stretching across his lips.

"But first, I need to inflict a lot of pain.

One bit for every time you made a fool out of me.

One for every time you threatened my family."

Aaron reached out and cupped Aegon's face with a deceptively gentle hand.

Then, he ignited the Eternal Flames.

The fire didn't just burn; it consumed the concept of health.

Being the flames of a Throne-ranked entity, they bypassed all of Aegon's mystic defenses.

Aegon's scream was a harrowing, jagged sound that tore through the courtroom, vibrating against the high ceilings and the corpses of the fallen.

Aaron didn't flinch.

He didn't look away.

He watched the fire do its work, the light of the flames reflecting in his white, infinity-etched eyes as he waited for the debt to be paid in full.

After the flames had charred Aegon's face into a blackened, unrecognizable husk, Aaron withdrew his hand.

He stood there, silent and still, watching with clinical patience as Aegon's Mystic Brain forced his body to stitch itself back together.

The meat regrew, the skin stretched tight, and the eyes reformed, only to find Aaron waiting.

Then, Aaron continued.

He moved to the arms, then the legs, then the chest.

He operated with the cold, rhythmic efficiency of a machine.

Burn.

Heal.

Burn again.

Each cycle was a masterclass in agony.

The Eternal Flames didn't just target the flesh; they seared the soul, leaving Aegon's spirit raw and fraying.

"Stop... Aaron... isn't this enough?" Aegon wheezed, his voice a broken rasp.

His mind was beginning to fracture, the numbness of psychological shock fighting against the sharp clarity of his Mystic Organs.

"What do you mean 'enough'?" Aaron asked, his eyebrows arching in mock curiosity.

"Haven't you tortured me enough?

Please... just get on with it.

Take my life," Aegon pleaded, the once-arrogant King reduced to a begging wretch pinned to a seat of stone.

"No way.

This is just the beginning," Aaron muttered.

He leaned in, and the courtroom echoed once more with the sound of Aegon's screams as the cycle resumed.

Finally, after hours that felt like aeons, Aaron stepped back.

"Alright.

Let's wrap things up."

He didn't use a blade this time.

He gripped Aegon's limbs and, with a terrifying display of raw power, shattered the bones one by one, ensuring the pain reached a crescendo that the Mystic Soul couldn't dampen.

When the music of Aegon's agony finally reached its peak, Aaron drove his hand through Aegon's chest, his fingers closing around the pulsating, glowing heart of a traitor.

"Goodnight, Aegon," Aaron whispered.

With a definitive rip, he tore the heart from the chest.

He didn't stop there.

He unleashed a localized supernova of Eternal Flames, reducing Aegon's body to molecular dust, then to nothingness.

The King of the Throne, the man who had sought to sell a child for godhood, was utterly erased.

Aaron stood in the center of the silent, ruined courtroom and breathed a long, heavy sigh of relief.