Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

"You... what did you do?" Draken asked, a frown creasing his demonic face, his eyes darting to the empty tubes, the corruption device frozen at 99.9%. The basement's sickly red glow pulsed faintly, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and dark magic.

"I simply froze time in the area around me. Now, back to our little conversation," Aaron smiled, his voice cold and sharp, a predator savoring his prey. He wasn't about to waste any more time blabbing—he had an empire to run, and these nuisances were mere side quests in his reincarnated grind.

"Aaron, for the sake of old—" Nathan wasn't allowed to finish his words as Aaron's hand shot out, gripping his neck tightly. The traitor's eyes bulged, his breath catching under the crushing force of Aaron's god-tier strength.

"I hate traitors. I really do. And even if making you a hybrid would ensure you never betray me, I won't be pleased knowing I didn't end your life. It would be efficient to keep you alive, but more satisfying to kill you," Aaron said coldly, every ounce of playfulness vanishing from his face, his golden-red eyes glowing with the menace of his Golden Siren bloodline.

"Urgh... how... I'm... a blessed," Nathan groaned, shock widening his eyes as Aaron bypassed his domain, the air vibrating with the harmonic power of Aaron's compulsion.

"So am I," Aaron affirmed, his voice a low growl. "Stay put and do nothing," he turned to Geralt and Draken, his compulsion locking them in place, their bodies rigid as if bound by invisible chains, the basement's hum intensifying with his presence.

"Hahahahaha," Nathan, still held, laughed aloud, a manic edge to his voice. "Even in death, I'll have the last laugh," he smiled, blood oozing from his covered eyes as he aged at an insane rate, his skin wrinkling like ancient parchment. He knew Aaron wouldn't spare him—his time with Aaron had shown how decisive the emperor could be, his chances of survival infinitely close to zero.

"They're coming for you, Aaron. They're extremely close, and you will—" Nathan's words cut off as Aaron ripped his heart from his chest, blood splattering the floor, the wet thud echoing in the frozen basement.

"Did you really think I'd give you the satisfaction of killing yourself?" Aaron asked coldly, tossing Nathan's heart to the ground. He watched as Nathan's body aged rapidly, crumbling to dust, the traitor's smugness disintegrating like a failed save point.

Whatever Nathan saw, Aaron couldn't care less. Whoever was coming would face the same fate as everyone before them—defeat. His hybrid heart burned with resolve, the system's power pulsing within him like a lucky draw jackpot.

"Now, on to the next," Aaron said, turning his gaze to Draken and Geralt, his eyes gleaming with cold intent, the air crackling with his god-tier aura.

"Curse of Immortality," he said coldly, watching as Draken and Geralt were plagued with the curse, their bodies trembling as eternal suffering took hold, the same fate Endrick had endured, a punishment woven from Aaron's wrath.

"Luck Drain," he used on Geralt, the one he hated most. The man's aura dimmed, his essence siphoned like a debuff stacking endlessly, his miserable expression twisting further under the weight of Aaron's power.

"You, tomorrow will be your day," Aaron said coldly to Draken, opening a rift to the sanctuary. He sent the demon through, imprisoning him in a cell where escape was impossible, his fate sealed to suffer after his luck was drained. The rift closed with a shimmer, leaving Aaron alone with Geralt.

Aaron returned to Blue Star to finish the last task: devouring Blue Star's core. He stood thousands of meters below the surface, at the central point of the planet, the core pulsing before him, its surface marred by corruption, a sickly black veins crawling across its radiant blue glow.

"Tell me there'll be no complications from devouring this core," Aaron asked, staring at the corrupted core, his hand hovering over its surface, the air heavy with raw energy.

[There won't if you devour it. But you won't get the maximum effect from it as is. The corruption is weakening the energy essence within the core,] the system advised, its voice a dry hum in his mind, like a game master warning of a suboptimal choice.

"Then that settles it," Aaron muttered, placing his hand on the core, its surface warm and thrumming under his touch, the corruption pulsing like a heartbeat.

"Time Reversal," he said calmly, his voice resonating with power. The corruption on Blue Star's core unraveled, black veins receding as the radiant blue returned, purified by his temporal command, the air shimmering with the reversal's energy.

"Done. Bon appétit," Aaron said, pressing both palms on the core, siphoning its energy. The core's power flooded into him, a torrent of raw mana surging through his veins, his hybrid body glowing as he absorbed its essence.

While siphoning, Aaron felt a foreign force attempting to transfer his consciousness to another plane. The force was gentle, lacking ill intent, and he sensed it was tied to Blue Star's core, a quiet invitation rather than a demand.

Curious about what Blue Star wanted, he allowed his consciousness to be taken, the world fading as his mind slipped into a new realm, the sensation like diving into a cosmic lucky draw.

"Welcome. I was beginning to worry you wouldn't accept my invitation," a calm, feminine voice said, soothing as a gentle tide, echoing in the ethereal space around him.

Aaron turned, surprised to find a beautiful young lady in a white silk dress, her blue eyes and hair shimmering like the ocean, her earth-toned skin glowing softly. Her perfect figure and enchanting smile felt hypnotic, a presence that rivaled his Golden Siren allure.

"And you are?" Aaron asked, impressed by her beauty, his voice tinged with curiosity as he took in the surreal plane, a soft blue mist swirling around them.

The lady giggled at Aaron's antics. "You know who I am already. Plus, don't you think it's a bit much to desire a planet?" she asked, her smile teasing, her eyes twinkling with playful knowledge.

"I see. You're the planet's will, aren't you?" Aaron asked, sitting in a seat she provided, the chair soft and warm, formed from the plane's mist, his senses still reeling from the encounter.

"Yes. You can call me Blue Star," she smiled, her voice like a melody, the space around her pulsing with the planet's life force.

"Blue Star. Nice to meet you. So, to what do I owe this interesting meeting?" Aaron asked, leaning back, his tone casual but intrigued, the mist swirling gently around him.