Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

"What did you just say?" Aaron asked, his voice low, but the tremor of disbelief in it was impossible to hide. For once, his sharp mind was blank. His sister's words were so outrageous, so far beyond anything he had considered, that for a moment he wondered if he had even heard correctly.

Turn everyone in the world into vampires? Wasn't that insanity itself?

"Exactly what you heard, brother," Isobel said, unflinching. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the light of the sanctuary, and her tone carried both authority and conviction. "Turn everyone in this world into vampires. As a vampire queen, I know more about sire lines than you think. A sire bond means they can't betray you, no matter what. Do it, and you will gain an entire planet of loyal allies. Blue Star will become your foothold, your bastion, your first throne in a long campaign of conquest."

Aaron blinked. His lips parted, but no words came at first. This wasn't just bold—it was madness dressed as ambition.

"Isobel… no. Turning everyone in this world into vampires is insane. It's not even on the table. There is no way I will do that," he finally replied, his voice hard, though his mind was rattled by the sheer scale of her vision.

"You have to," Isobel pressed immediately, her voice firm, her conviction cutting through his resistance like sharpened steel. "If you paid attention to my narration, then you already know how many enemies surround us. The list is long, and it will only grow. We cannot fight them alone. You cannot fight them alone. Dracula failed because he thought he could stand on his own strength forever. Don't repeat his mistake. You need allies, brother. Legions of them."

Aaron clenched his jaw, fighting the unease swelling inside him. "Isobel. You don't understand. I can't. You realize that turned vampires can't reproduce, don't you? If I turned everyone, I'd be erasing their futures, stripping them of the ability to build families. It's like turning an entire planet into eunuchs."

[Well, technically, Host, that is only true for common vampires. The inability to reproduce comes from the undeath curse. But with the Infinite Blood Pool and your unique bloodline that devours the weaknesses of every race, you have already bypassed many limits. With your blood, even turned vampires will retain the ability to reproduce.]

Aaron froze, eyes narrowing. "System… don't tell me you're siding with her on this."

[I am. Because she is right. Host, you've been coasting on your gifts. But now is the time to think bigger. To be intentional. Her plan is dangerous, yes—but it is also a way to solidify power beyond dispute.]

Aaron bit his lip, silent for a long moment. His sister's steady gaze did not waver. The system's words echoed in his mind like a whisper he couldn't ignore.

"Fine," he muttered at last. "Say I did it. Say I turned them all. What then? We'd be a giant target. Do you realize how easy it would be to paint us as monsters? We'd be exposed. Vulnerable. One planetary population displaced… where do you expect me to hide them all when the storm comes?"

Isobel's lips curved slightly, as though she had anticipated this. "We use the sanctuary. It is hidden. Unreachable. Untouchable. And you, brother, have access to it from anywhere. You could house every single inhabitant of Blue Star within these walls. At all times, you would carry an entire world with you. Imagine it—a mobile stronghold, a living army at your fingertips. Wherever you go, your people follow."

Aaron fell silent again. His golden eyes dimmed as he weighed her words. She wasn't wrong. In fact, she was terrifyingly right.

"That could work," he admitted slowly, "except the sanctuary's land is finite. It can't house billions. Unless…"

"Unless you expand it," Isobel finished for him, her smile widening. "Exactly. You already told me how dungeon cores can be absorbed to grow this place. Blue Star is littered with dungeons, is it not? And beyond that… this planet should also have a core. If the sanctuary devours it, then the expansion would be unimaginable."

Her words hung in the air like a prophecy.

Aaron exhaled sharply, tension leaving his shoulders. She had pushed, and he had resisted. But in the end, he knew. He knew she had already won.

"Fine then," Aaron said at last, his voice no longer wavering but firm, decisive. "We'll do it. We'll turn everyone into vampires. Those who prove themselves will rise in the hierarchy, climbing the ranks. The strongest and most loyal will be granted more—hybrid blood, even. Power by merit and devotion. I will shape an army unlike anything this universe has ever seen."

His golden eyes glowed brighter, his aura swelling until the entire sanctuary seemed to tremble under his voice.

"This will not be the rebirth of a fallen clan. No… that is too shallow, too small. This will be the dawn of something new. The Eclipse Clan. A lineage that will never fall, never scatter, never bow. Blue Star will be only the beginning. From here, I will spread outward, devouring worlds, claiming stars, until I hold the universe in my palm."

His voice hardened into steel. "And if there are more universes beyond, I will dominate them too. Until there is nothing left to dominate."

The sanctuary grew quiet. Even the air seemed to thicken, charged with the weight of his ambition.

[Host is finally being ambitious. This is the right path. You were always meant to rule, but you lacked the push. Meeting your sister was the trigger you needed.]

"Shut up, system," Aaron muttered, though a flicker of a smile betrayed him. He couldn't deny it—the system was right. Isobel was the fire that stoked his embers into a blazing inferno.

"Alright, sister," he said, his tone lighter but edged with excitement. "What about you? Do you still want to become a hybrid?"

"Of course," Isobel replied without hesitation, her eyes gleaming with resolve. "I will not lag behind. I refuse to be the weak one at your side. If you rise, I will rise too."

Aaron smiled faintly, baring his fangs. With deliberate gentleness, he leaned forward and bit her, passing the curse of his werewolf bloodline into her veins. She slumped softly, already entering the deep sleep of transformation, her body reshaping itself into something greater. Aaron caught her before she fell, carrying her as though she were fragile glass.

"Rest, sister," he whispered. "When you awaken, you'll be stronger than ever. And together, we'll carve our path into eternity."

After securing her safely, Aaron stood tall and summoned everyone within the sanctuary. Thousands of eyes turned to him as his voice thundered across the gathering.

"I am Aaron Highborn, son of Liam Highborn," he began. His words echoed with authority, his aura pressing down on the crowd until they bowed instinctively. "But that name belongs to the past. You know me as someone else. Retribution."

Gasps rippled through the assembly as he donned the Phantom Mask, shifting his form into the terrifying visage they all recognized.

"Yes. I am him. I am your savior, your protector, and now… your master. I reveal this because I trust you, because I now consider you my family. And as family, you must know my vision."

He spread his arms wide, his voice rising like a storm.

"My ambition is dominance. I will be the Overlord of the universe itself. With you—my army, my people—we will claim worlds, star systems, galaxies. If there are realms beyond this universe, then we will take those too. There will be no end, no boundary, no limit. Prepare yourselves. The era of conquest begins now."

Without another word, Aaron tore open a rift before their eyes, his figure framed in its glowing edges. His next destination: Isobel's city. The plan was set. Raid every dungeon. Extract every core. Gather every soul. And in the heart of the sanctuary, away from all prying eyes, remake them all into vampires.

The first step toward empire had begun.