Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

"Off you go now," King smiled, his blade moving in a swift, deadly arc as he cut the Vine Master's head clean off with the sharp edge of his other weapon. He loosened his grip on the chain that still held the Vine Master's now headless body, allowing it to slump heavily to the ground, the impact sending a small spray of blood across the already stained earth.

"Now. Who's next?" King asked, his tone laced with a twisted kind of enjoyment from the ongoing killing spree. His attack pattern was something outright bizarre and random, a chaotic mix that made him incredibly difficult for any opponent to predict or counter effectively. Coupled with his many years of experience in battling humans through countless life and death struggles, it elevated him to a level of danger that few could match or survive against.

King proceeded to kill off the rebels one by one, methodically working through their ranks with a relentless efficiency. His chains became drenched in the warm, sticky blood of his victims, and as they absorbed it, they seemed to evolve right before the eyes of anyone who might have been watching. The blades attached along the lengths of the chains grew larger and bigger, expanding with each fresh kill, feeding on the blood like living entities hungry for more destruction and power.

"Now. You are the last person to deal with," King smiled, his expression cold and predatory as he stared dead into the eyes of the Frost Clan Master, every other rebel having been swiftly and brutally dealt with by his hands.

"Aaron. Please. For the sake of my daughter. Spare me," the Frost Master pleaded, his hands clapped together tightly in a gesture of desperate supplication, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of his fear.

Aaron raised his head slowly, his movement deliberate as he halted King from launching into his next attack against the Frost Master, the air thick with tension.

"Why did you pick the red ribbon? I'm sure your children must have discouraged you from doing so. So? What's your reason?" Aaron asked, his voice steady and probing. The throne he sat on began to disintegrate gradually as he rose to his feet, the structure crumbling into fine dust that scattered on the faint breeze. He walked close to the Frost clansman with measured steps, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of the commendable King, a silent signal of acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't handle the pressure from the others. We have been allies for as long as I can remember," the Frost Master apologized, his words coming out in a rush, his eyes avoiding direct contact as if ashamed.

"King could though. Be truthful. Pressure did the least of it. Greed was the main reason you chose the red ribbon," Aaron explained, his gaze intense as he stared deep into the eyes of the Frost Clan Master, peeling away layers of deception with his insight.

"I deserve death truly. But for the sake of my daughter who you are betrothed to, please spare me," the Frost Master pleaded once more, his voice gaining a bit more urgency, clinging to that one thread of hope.

"No. You can't be trusted. Like the others you are greedy. Same way you betrayed my parent, forgetting it was my father that saved your wife and unborn child. How easy it was for you to forget all my father's good deed when it was time to remove them from the picture," Aaron mused, his tone reflective yet accusatory, already having figured out the true nature of the Frost Master through his actions and words.

"Aaron. All I ask for is mercy. For the sake of my daughter," the Frost Master pressed, repeating his plea with growing desperation, his clasped hands shaking now.

"Mercy? I see. So this was your safe proof should the plan backfire. Use your daughter as the shield from my wrath. Unfortunately for you. I do not desire to spare you, not in the very least," Aaron said with finality, his decision unshakeable, the words landing like a judge's gavel.

"You can't kill me! My daughter will never forgive you if you kill me. I'm her father!" the Frost Master raised his voice, fear slowly settling in deeper as Aaron refused to show any sign of mercy despite the repeated use of his daughter, Alice, as the reason to be spared.

"Actually she will. It sucks though. Can't believe my first wife will be wedded to me without the blessing from her father. Oh well, we will make do," Aaron said, his response casual yet laced with a hint of regret, as he began walking away from the Frost Master, turning his back on the doomed man.

"Finish him off King. I will be waiting for you when you are done," Aaron finalized the death sentence of the Frost Master, his voice commanding and absolute, before warping himself from the location in a shimmer of distorted space.

"Sucks to be you man. How greedy could you be?" King asked, his chains coiling and uncoiling restlessly, ready for the final battle, the metal links clinking softly in anticipation.

"King. I will at least take you with me," the Frost Master said coldly, his tone shifting from plea to threat, resolve hardening in his eyes.

"Not possible. Unlike the rest of you. I'm still Immortal, and I'm not willing to give that up. I mean dying once wasn't so fun," King smiled, demonstrating his point by stabbing himself straight into his heart with his own blade, the action bold and unflinching.

"See? Unkillable," King smiled, pulling the blade out as the wound sealed instantly, no trace left behind.

"No one can truly be Immortal. They will always be a loophole," Jay muttered, spreading his palm wide open in preparation.

From his palm, a sword made of ice materialized slowly, forming layer by layer until it was complete. The ice sword was extremely sharp, its edge glinting with a deadly frost, and its durability was something not to be underestimated or messed with. That was the talent of Jay—an S-rank talent known as ice blade, a power that had served him well in many battles before.

"You know, I have always wanted to fight you Jay," King smiled, his excitement genuine, eager for the clash.

Jay didn't reply, keeping his focus sharp as he went in for the attack, moving nimbly across the ground with agile footwork. He swung his sword at the neck of King, and from the edge of the sword, thin sharp ice shards were released, hurtling towards King's neck like frozen projectiles.

King didn't bother to dodge, standing firm and allowing the blade to cut his neck off cleanly, the severance quick and precise. Yet, his twin blades continued to attack Jay despite him being headless, the chains guiding them with autonomous precision.

Jay was forced to dodge the incoming attack, escaping by a hair's breadth, his breath coming in sharp gasps from the close call.