Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 290: COMPLETING THE QUEST


"Wind and water are the primary Primordial elements left. That's fair," Aaron muttered after he finished reading the information. His voice carried a hint of satisfaction, the words lingering in the vast emptiness around him as he absorbed the implications of his new power, the weight of ancient earth now woven into his being.

[Just how lucky are you to receive another Primordial talent?]

"Too lucky to be having draws. You are just begging for me to be OP with that," Aaron replied with a smirk, his tone light and teasing, brushing off the system's incredulity as if such fortune was merely expected.

Aaron opened a rift in space, the portal shimmering like a tear in the fabric of reality, edges glowing with faint, ethereal light that danced in the void. He stepped through without hesitation, returning back to the sanctuary in an instant, the transition smooth and seamless.

"Woah!" Aaron blurted out breathlessly, his eyes widening in genuine awe. The exclamation escaped his lips as he took in the transformed vista before him, a sight that stole the air from his lungs.

The scene unfolding in front of him was one straight out of a fantastical book, a dreamlike panorama that blended cosmic wonder with intricate beauty. Swirling nebulae intertwined like threads in a grand tapestry, stars twinkling like scattered jewels against the dark canvas of space.

From afar, the five merged nebulas resembled a vast, iridescent vortex that spanned what felt like light-years in perceived scale. Though contained within the sanctuary's bounds, it appeared as a swirling mandala of cosmic clouds, shifting and shimmering like oil slicks on water under the soft glow of distant starlight, colors bleeding into one another in hypnotic patterns.

The entire sanctuary had grown so immensely vast that traversing from one end to the other for anyone below god rank seemed nearly impossible. Expanses of star-filled voids stretched endlessly, dotted with clusters of planets and asteroids that floated in harmonious orbits, the sheer scale evoking a sense of infinite possibility and quiet majesty.

With his omnipresent power extending like invisible tendrils through the realm, Aaron easily located General Maxwell. The general was situated in the origin world of the sanctuary, a central hub where the main administrative heart of the empire pulsed with activity, and where nobles gathered in opulent halls adorned with crystalline structures that reflected the surrounding stars.

With General Maxwell's location precisely identified, Aaron connected the spaces with a subtle twist of his will. He arrived at the origin world in an instant, the air around him shimmering briefly as reality folded to accommodate his presence, the transition as effortless as stepping through an open door.

"Almost thought you forgot about your family," Aaron heard a voice he had long wished to hear, soft and warm, carrying a mix of playful reproach and deep affection. It wrapped around him like a familiar embrace, pulling at memories of quieter times.

"No way I will ever do that. Just busy, that's all," Aaron replied, pulling Alice into his arms with gentle strength. Her presence grounded him, her scent a comforting reminder of home amid the cosmic grandeur, her form fitting perfectly against his as if no time had passed.

She had waited patiently within the grand courtroom. She had anticipated that Aaron's first stop would be there, her intuition hitting the mark with unerring accuracy, a testament to how well she knew him.

"Rose and Blue Star?" Aaron asked, his voice softening with concern, his hand lingering on her back as he held her close, the names evoking images of his loved ones in his mind.

"They are fine. Will be just as pleased to see you," Alice said with a warm smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with quiet joy, the expression lighting up her features like sunlight breaking through clouds.

"I will be sure to meet you guys properly. For now, I have to finish all unfinished business," Aaron said, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. The gesture was filled with affection, his lips brushing her skin softly before he reluctantly took his leave, his steps carrying him away with purposeful resolve.

---

General Maxwell sat calmly while being detained by Michael's forces, his posture composed despite the restraints. The holding area was a simple yet secure chamber, its walls reinforced with subtle energy fields that hummed faintly, ensuring no escape while maintaining a semblance of dignity for the captive.

General Maxwell raised his head slowly, hearing calm, confident footsteps approaching the detained place where he was held. The sound echoed through the corridor, steady and unhurried, building a sense of anticipation in the air.

The footsteps grew louder, resonating off the smooth surfaces of the chamber, until he could clearly make out the faces of Aaron and Michael emerging from the shadows. Their presences filled the space, one radiating raw power and the other disciplined authority.

"I hope you were treated properly?" Aaron asked, his disposition one of polished diplomacy. His tone was courteous, eyes meeting the general's with a level gaze that conveyed respect without compromising his position of strength.

"Yes. Thank you for your hospitality," General Maxwell replied, bowing his head respectfully. The gesture was sincere, his voice steady, acknowledging the fair treatment amid his uncertain circumstances.

"So, concerning my offer. I think you will want to accept it now," Aaron continued, his words carrying a subtle undercurrent of persuasion, his stance relaxed yet commanding in the dimly lit chamber.

"I'm sorry, but my stance remains the same. I can't pledge my loyalty to another empire and forsake my people," General Maxwell stated firmly, remaining steadfast in his convictions. His eyes held unwavering resolve, the weight of his duty etched into his expression.

"I'm aware. Guess I will just have to show you instead," Aaron responded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. With a casual wave of his hand, he bent space around them, the air rippling like disturbed water as he teleported both himself and General Maxwell to the distant part of the sanctuary where Planet Truy now resided.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.


Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter