Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

"Alright. I guess it's time to decide on our action. So do we go in groups or as individuals?" Michael asked, his voice echoing slightly in the vast, ornate throne room adorned with intricate carvings of ancient battles and glowing mana crystals that cast a soft, ethereal light over the assembled group. Within the grand chamber were all those closest to Aaron, along with the most powerful citizens of the empire, their faces a mix of determination and anticipation as they gathered around the massive obsidian table at the room's center.

Aaron's parents stood nearby, their expressions wise and composed, having witnessed countless such discussions in their lifetimes. His close friends, wives, and sisters formed a tight-knit circle, their bonds forged through shared trials and triumphs. King, Dream, and Leonardo were also present in the expansive conference area, each bringing their unique perspectives and formidable strengths to the table, the air humming with the subtle energy of their combined auras.

"Well, it's up to everyone to decide what they want. As for me, I'm thinking of using this conquest to bond with my fellow co-wives," Alice said, a warm, genuine smile lighting up her elegant features, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of strengthening their sisterly ties amidst the challenges ahead.

"That's a great idea! Let's go for it," Rose nodded enthusiastically, her head bobbing with approval, clearly pleased by Alice's thoughtful suggestion, her own smile mirroring the enthusiasm as she imagined the adventures they would share.

"Group it is then. Isobel, can we—" Leo began, his tone hopeful as he turned toward her, but he was cut off abruptly.

"No," Isobel refused flatly, her voice sharp and unyielding, cutting him short without a hint of hesitation, her expression firm and unwavering in the face of his request.

Leo forced a strained smile onto his face, trying to mask his disappointment amid the awkward tension that rippled through the room. Everyone else tried to hold back their laughter, biting their lips or averting their gazes, but one man was not kind enough to restrain himself. King burst into a peal of unrestrained laughter, his deep, booming chuckles filling the chamber like rolling thunder, his shoulders shaking with amusement.

With one person breaking the silence in such a hearty manner, the others couldn't hold back any longer, their suppressed giggles erupting into full-blown laughter that echoed off the high ceilings and intricate tapestries, causing the entire room to be filled with a wave of mirth that lightened the heavy atmosphere of impending conquest.

"I'd love to go alone. That should be more fun," King said once the laughter subsided, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he itched to test his newly acquired abilities on some unfortunate victims, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation for the battles to come.

"I will tag along," Leonardo offered calmly, not particularly keen on venturing out alone, his pragmatic nature preferring the safety and synergy of companionship in unknown territories.

"As long as you don't ruin my fun. What can go wrong?" King asked rhetorically, a confident smile spreading across his face, his tone light-hearted yet laced with a hint of challenge.

"What about you, Michael? Want to tag along with me?" Leo asked again, turning his attention to Michael with renewed hope, his voice carrying a subtle plea amidst the ongoing discussions.

"Nah. I'm going together with Isobel. You'll have to find someone else, bro," Michael rejected casually, his words delivered with a shrug, causing Leo's face to flush a deep purple from the repeated rebuffs.

"I thought Isobel was going alone?" Leo asked, his brow furrowing in confusion, not fully believing Michael's straightforward claim.

"I told you no. Not that I want to go alone," Isobel corrected pointedly, her words clear and precise, clarifying her stance with a touch of exasperation in her steady gaze.

"At this point, you have to call it quits and wrap it up. The game's left you," King added teasingly, not one to hold back his amusement, his laughter bubbling up once more as he enjoyed the light-hearted banter.

The discussion continued in a lively back-and-forth manner, with everyone carefully picking partners they aligned with, weighing strengths, personalities, and shared goals to form effective teams for the conquest ahead. The throne room buzzed with conversations, strategies being whispered and alliances solidified under the watchful glow of the mana crystals.

Aaron's parents offered graciously to stay behind and manage the administration of the empire while everyone else was away, their experience making them ideal stewards. With the imperial codex at their disposal, managing Athanys wasn't a daunting task.

In the end, Flameborn tagged along with Alice, Bluestar, and Rose, forming a cohesive unit of like-minded individuals ready for collaborative action.

Isobel paired with Michael, their partnership promising a blend of skill and synergy.

King grouped with Leonardo and Leo, an unlikely trio bound by circumstance.

Blade, Liam, and Joseph banded together.

After a final wave of heartfelt goodbyes, filled with embraces and words of encouragement, they all exited the sanctuary in unison, materializing on the coordinates where Bluestar had once existed as a thriving planet, now a strategic starting point in the vast expanse of space dotted with distant stars.

"Wish you all good luck!" Alice called out cheerfully to the dispersing groups, her voice carrying optimism as she boarded the sleek spaceship designed specifically for her team. All the vessels had been meticulously crafted by Leonardo, his innovative bloodline granting him the ingenuity to engineer advanced technology that soared like winged tigers through the cosmos.

Using the starting point as their central coordinate, they all spread out in a circular formation, fanning across the void like spokes on a wheel, each group charting their path toward uncharted worlds.

They weren't the only ones embarking on this grand endeavor; numerous citizens from within the sanctuary, eager to gain merit and prove their worth, joined the conquest, their own vessels trailing behind in a flotilla of ambition and hope.