Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Ignis stepped into the path of the anti-mana slash, raising his right hand with casual confidence. The slash struck his palm and shattered like fragile glass, its energy dissolving into the void without a trace.

"For an attack that weak, I don't need mana," Ignis said, his voice laced with disdain, his fiery gaze mocking Aaron's efforts.

"Interesting. Unconventional wings vampires don't possess, exceptional blood control, a rare sword, and an anti-mana attack. Truly intriguing," Loki said, rising to his feet, his smile widening as he sized Aaron up like a predator studying its prey.

Boom!

Aaron time-stepped, a flicker of temporal energy bending reality around him as he dodged Ignis's sudden grapple attempt. His precognition talent kicked in, letting him evade by a hair's breadth, the air crackling where Ignis's blazing hand had been.

"Urgh!" Aaron grunted, pain exploding through his body as Rhaigon materialized on his escape route, a draconic fist slamming into him with the force of a collapsing star. He hurtled across the void, stars blurring into streaks of light.

"Too slow," Aaron growled, frustration clawing at his chest. His precognition had warned him, but his reflexes couldn't match the gods' blinding speed.

[You're not too slow. They're just too fast,] the system chimed, its tone unhelpfully matter-of-fact.

"That's not helping," Aaron groaned, his voice thick with annoyance as he steadied himself in the void.

Splat!

Thor's Mjolnir struck again, reducing him to a bloody mist once more, his form disintegrating under the hammer's relentless power.

Aaron reformed instantly, only to be met by a searing blast of lightning from Thor, who stood ready, his eyes cold and expectant. The bolt obliterated Aaron to molecular fragments, scattering him into the cosmic winds.

"Why won't you stay down?" Thor asked, his voice a low rumble of divine frustration as Aaron regenerated yet again, his form coalescing from the void with infuriating persistence.

"I have to go all out!" Aaron thought, his golden eyes blazing with ferocious intensity, their glow cutting through the darkness like beacons. His nose morphed into a werewolf's, sharp and predatory, enhancing his senses. His skin paled to a ghostly white, long, razor-sharp claws sprouting from his hands. His muscles grew denser, more compact, two prominent fangs gleaming under the starlight. Iridescent dragon scales, as fine as his skin cells, coated his body, shimmering with an otherworldly sheen that deflected the void's chill.

Blood swirled around him, hardening into thick, impenetrable blood armor that encased him like a second skin, pulsating with crimson energy that seemed to hum with his heartbeat. The armor gleamed with an eerie, liquid sheen, its surface rippling as if alive.

Gripping Excalibur tightly, Aaron completed his hybrid transformation, his bones reinforced to an unbreakable density, each one thrumming with supernatural strength.

He unleashed a torrent of blood, transforming it into a potent blood essence, a corrosive force aimed at infiltrating the bodies of the group before him, seeking to unravel them from within.

"You really think we haven't found a way to neutralize Dracula's annoying ability after all this time?" Ignis said coldly, materializing before Aaron in a flicker of flame, his presence a towering inferno of menace.

Aaron lunged, aiming a precise stab with Excalibur, channeling his swordsmanship talent to outmaneuver Ignis with a flurry of calculated strikes.

They traded blows, Aaron pouring every ounce of skill into his relentless offense, his blade a silver blur slicing through the void. Ignis dodged with infuriating ease, his movements a dance of fiery grace, each step mocking Aaron's efforts.

"Decent sword skills. They'd rank among middle-tier races, but that's all there is to it," Ignis remarked, sidestepping a strike and seizing Aaron's neck in a vice-like grip, his fingers burning with latent heat.

"Hell Flames," Ignis intoned, his voice a chilling whisper as he forced dark, searing flames down Aaron's throat, their heat promising eternal torment that could burn a soul to ash.

"Since you won't die, I'll let the eternal flames burn within you," Ignis said, his eyes glinting with cruel intent, savoring the pain he inflicted.

Aaron groaned, the flames scorching his insides with unbearable agony, each nerve screaming as the fire consumed him from within. But his time talent surged, rewinding his state in a flash of temporal energy, extinguishing the eternal flames as if they'd never existed.

"Look at that. He refuses to die," Loki said, his grin widening as he stepped forward, standing beside Ignis and Aaron, whose neck remained locked in Ignis's blazing grip.

"So, how do you plan to deal with him?" Loki asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "From what we can see, he's unkillable."

"No one's unkillable. He's just a damn roach, like Dracula, refusing to die. We take him along. He's likely the anomaly we're here for," Rhaigon said, his voice dripping with disdain as he glared at Aaron like a lowly pest unworthy of their time.

Aaron felt utterly defeated, his pride battered. Despite his vast arsenal—blood control, time manipulation, hybrid transformation, and more—he was toyed with by these four divine beings, each move countered with humiliating ease, leaving no path to victory.

He'd tried everything, even probing their minds with manipulation, but every effort crumbled like dust. All except one final, desperate ability.

[Whatever you do, Aaron, don't summon him. You're not ready. This isn't the battle to call him for,] the system warned, its voice sharp and urgent, slicing through his thoughts like a blade.

"I don't care," Aaron said coldly, his eyes shifting to obsidian black, a void-like darkness swallowing their golden glow, radiating a chilling resolve.

"Aetherion," he whispered, the name barely escaping his lips, heavy with forbidden power.

Puff!

Aaron disintegrated instantly, the utterance of Aetherion's name unraveling his very existence. Not a single atom remained, his form erased from the cosmos.

Ignis frowned, his grip closing on empty air as Aaron vanished before his eyes, leaving only a faint ripple in the void.

"Whatever he did, I have a bad feeling about this," Loki said, his usual smirk faltering, his instincts screaming at him to flee as a primal dread settled in his chest.

Seconds later, Aaron reappeared, his blessing weaving him back into existence from the void itself. Unlike his previous regenerations, he was rebuilt anew, mana coalescing like cosmic building blocks to form a new vessel for his soul. There was nothing—not even an atom—to regenerate from, yet the vessel perfectly replicated every detail of his original form, down to the defiant glint in his eyes.

Aaron opened his eyes, alive once more, saved only by the unbreakable thread of his immortality, his presence a challenge to the gods themselves.

"What did you do?" Rhaigon demanded, his voice a low growl, his draconic eyes narrowing as the group watched Aaron manifest from nothingness.

"Honestly, I don't know," Aaron said, a dangerous edge to his voice, his lips curling into a defiant smirk. "But I have a strong feeling you won't like it."