Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

He appeared at the location Draken and co were hiding in an instant, time step doing the job. The world blurred around him, space folding under his will, and he materialized before a fortified building.

Getting to the door of the building that housed the basement, Aaron knocked politely. The sound echoed dully against the reinforced steel, a mocking courtesy in the desolate silence of Blue Star.

"Who's in? I wish to see my old friends," Aaron said loud enough for anyone to hear, his voice calm but laced with menace, then opted to wait for five minutes, leaning casually against the wall, his senses scanning for life.

"No one's home? Or is there danger in the house?" Aaron asked, his face etched with mock concern, his eyes glinting with dark amusement as the silence stretched.

"I'm sorry, but I'll be opening the door to ensure everyone is safe," Aaron smiled, placing his hand on the door. With a simple application of force, he broke the door, the metal crumpling like paper under his god-tier strength, splinters scattering as he stepped into the dim interior.

"Wow. You guys live extremely well. That's fantastic," Aaron praised, talking to absolutely no one as he made his way to the basement spot. The building's halls were cold, lined with cracked stone and flickering runes, the air thick with the hum of forbidden machinery.

"A shady basement. Something really is going on!" Aaron frowned, enjoying his little act as he forced the basement door open, the hinges screaming in protest. He descended the flight of stairs with calmness, slowness, and purpose, like a villain boss cracking open the heroes' hiding spot, each step echoing with deliberate menace.

Reaching the very end of the basement, he saw the horror on Nathan's face, the impatient and annoyed look on Draken's face, and the miserable look on the siphoned Geralt's face. The room was a grim laboratory, lit by sickly red lights, tubes snaking from bodies to a pulsing corruption device, the air heavy with the scent of blood and ozone.

"Yo, you all. It's been a while. Draken, or what exactly should I call you, demon? You don't have Draken's face on after all," Aaron said, walking closer to the trio, his voice dripping with cold amusement, his eyes scanning the device's 99% corruption gauge.

"Aaron. It's been a while. How have you been, buddy?" Nathan asked, squeezing a dry smile on his face, his eyes darting nervously, sweat beading on his forehead under Aaron's piercing gaze.

"I'm good, man. To think you joined the losing side. Even with your divining eye, you still chose the wrong side. You've never been so blind in my eyes," Aaron said, a disappointed look on his face, his voice low, the weight of betrayal settling like a debuff in his heart.

"Don't blame me. When I divined the future of this world, the demons won. Blue Star became their home, and humanity was enslaved. So, I didn't choose the wrong side. It's just that an anomaly that even the universe couldn't understand chose the other side," Nathan replied dejectedly, his shoulders slumping, his voice trembling with the realization of his miscalculation.

"I see. Oh, let me tell you this. If you were planning to buy time against me, then I'll have to regrettably inform you that's a waste of time. It's borderline ironic to try to buy time against me," Aaron said, his eyes on the device. The percentage rate of the device allowed Aaron to know the reason for Nathan's chatty self, the 99.9% glowing mockingly on the screen.

"Just look away for a minute, and this will all be done," Nathan requested, forcing a smile on his face, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to maintain composure.

"So, Nathan. Tell me all the negative things you have done," Aaron said, his eyes glowing golden-red as his compulsion ability was strengthened by his new Golden Siren bloodline, the air vibrating with his voice's harmonic power.

"That's not going to work on me, Aaron. I'm a blessed—" Nathan said satisfactorily, his smirk smug. Draken had filled him in on vampires and their respective abilities. Nathan was aware of the compulsive abilities of vampires and the inability of it to affect blessed. Or so he thought.

"I stole my father's money when I was a kid by using divination. I used divination to predict the route of one of the friends I hated and sabotaged the path, ensuring he crashed on his bicycle and sustained some serious injuries. I..." Nathan's voice spilled out, his eyes widening in horror as his tongue betrayed him, the vampires compulsion strengthened by Aaron's siren bloodline easilu infiltrated Nathan's mind.

"Stop!" Aaron said, stretching his hand outward. "The nastiest one only. I don't wish to be here for a long time," he recompelled, his voice sharp, the golden-red glow in his eyes intensifying, the basement's air growing heavier with his presence.

"I assisted in the experiment of human Chimera and helped in the success. It was I that fueled the hate between the student council and you. Helped in the destruction of Blue Star and..." Nathan's voice cracked, his confession pouring out like a flood, his face paling under the weight of his sins.

"Alright. I've heard enough. You can't be allowed to live. Although, I was trying so hard to let you live from our little time bonding. But I guess not," Aaron shook his head disappointedly, watching Draken, who was holding his breath as the corruption percentage reached 99.9%. The demon's eyes were fixed on the device, desperation etched in his tense posture.

"Remember what I told you guys about the irony of trying to buy time against me?" Aaron asked, a smirk on his face, his voice dripping with mockery, the air crackling with his god-tier aura.

His words drew the attention of Nathan, Draken, and the weakened Geralt, their eyes snapping to him, dread pooling in their gazes like a failed save point.

"I meant—"

"Hope we didn't arrive late?" A voice said from behind, cutting Aaron short. The basement door creaked as two figures stepped through, their presence heavy with divine energy.

Two men, with the appearance of young men in their mid-thirties, appeared through the basement door. Their auras radiated god-tier power, their eyes sharp and assessing, the air around them shimmering with latent mana.

"Cain. Rain. You finally appeared," Draken sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly, a flicker of hope in his demonic eyes.

"Yeah. Took a lot of time to consolidate our strength after becoming gods. But as promised, we're here to deal with whatever or whoever you want us to, to repay the favor," Rain said, his voice calm but cold.