Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Aaron planned to conquer the solar system faster than the last one, his crimson eyes gleaming with a ruthless determination. His plan was simple, a brutal strategy born of his overpowered dominance: find the strongest planets where he would face the greatest opposition within the solar system, crush them with unrelenting force, and then devour the solar system at once, absorbing their essence into his ever-growing sanctuary. The void around him seemed to pulse with anticipation, its infinite blackness a canvas for his conquest.

Aaron planned to link every planet and the star of the solar system together thereafter, forging an invisible network of spatial threads that would allow him to reach the core of each one in an instant when he was done siphoning a planet's core, the connections shimmering like unseen veins in the cosmos, binding the celestial bodies to his will.

Time stepping, Aaron arrived at the planet closest to the star of the solar system, with the intention of gathering information, his form materializing in a ripple of distorted reality. The heat assaulted him immediately, a blistering wave that scorched the air, but Aaron's aura pushed it back like an invisible shield.

Aaron arrived at planet Raj, a world with high concentration of flame elements and earth than any other elements, its atmosphere thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and molten rock. It was a world made 80% of molten magma, vast seas of bubbling lava that glowed with an infernal red hue, their surfaces cracking and reforming in endless cycles. The magma had an ecosystem of its own, a thriving hellscape where fire algae floated in clusters like glowing embers, flame whales glided through the depths with graceful menace, fire salamanders darted in packs, flame salmons leaped in fiery arcs, and several fire affinity creatures lurked in the depths, their scales hardened by constant inferno.

The twenty percent of the world was made of earth heated to an extreme temperature, that the very ground was colored red, cracked and glowing like fresh coals, steam rising in plumes that obscured the horizon.

The overlord of the planet's land were the fire Draconians, a race with impure dragon blood, their forms towering and intimidating. The purest of the Draconians, their chief, had a flame dragon purity of 15%, his scales shimmering with inner fire. The others having miniscule amount compared to him, mere flickers of draconic heritage. They were the overlords of the land, ruling with fiery tyranny.

As for the magma, the overlord were the flame whales, large whales with red skin, their massive bodies gliding through lava like shadows in blood. Their control and resistance over flames the greatest within the solar system, able to summon infernos from the depths.

By a stroke of luck, Aaron had arrived at the strongest planet in the solar system, saving him the stress of investigating, his smile widening at the fortunate twist.

"I'm so not a fan of this world," Aaron complained, flying in the air, devil wings on his back, their crimson leathery spans beating with rhythmic power. He cut isolated the space around him, creating a bubble of void that prevented the hot gas of the planet from coming in contact with his skin or being breathed into his nostrils. He wasn't a fan of extremely hot weather, the blistering heat a nuisance to his senses.

Flying solo in the air made it easy to spot Aaron, his form a dark silhouette against the red sky. But that was exactly what Aaron wanted—to stand out, to garner the attention of the overlords of the planet, drawing them like moths to his flame.

Swish!

A sun crow flew towards Aaron like a fired rocket, its speed surpassing the speed of sound, wings trailing flames. The crow had its beak pointed towards Aaron's abdomen, planning to tear open Aaron's abdomen and end his life. To the sun crow, Aaron was as good as dinner for it, a fleeting meal in the scorching sky.

"Now isn't that rude?" Aaron said, staring at the sun crow flying towards him as if he was an easy prey, his voice laced with amusement.

The sun crow flew till it reached Aaron, piercing his abdomen, or so it thought. Between Aaron's abdomen and the sun crow, Aaron had created a shadow hole right before the sun crow dug into his abdomen, swallowing the sun crow completely, the darkness consuming it in an instant. But the interesting about sun crows was that they never lived alone, and they were very vengeful when one killed their own, making the sun crows one of the most dangerous creatures of planet Raj. Of course they posed danger to others didn't mean they posed danger to Aaron, his power rendering them insignificant.

With the death of the sun crow, more sun crows arrived in great numbers, flying towards Aaron vengeful, their cries piercing the hot air. The feathers of the sun crows burned in flames, their speed doubled the speed of the first sun crow that attacked Aaron, a blazing swarm descending like fiery meteors.

The sun crows in the planet were feared for their unity in attacking in numbers, as well as their speed that made it extremely hard to dodge their hard beaks. They were like fired bullets, tearing holes through their enemies with relentless precision.

"You lot can't think you are that fast," Aaron mused, watching the sun crows fly towards him, their speed to him irritatingly slow, like watching clouds drift. "I can't wait that long till you get here," Aaron muttered, changing his plans from swallowing them whole with his shadows to taking the initiative to attack, his crimson eyes glinting with impatience.

Controlling blood from within him, he created several blood bullets matching the numbers of the sun crows rushing towards him, the crimson projectiles forming in a swirl around him. Aaron controlled the bullets, sending them flying towards the sun crows. The blood bullets flew towards the sun crows, ten times the speed of the sun crows, catching the sun crows by surprise. Before the sun crows could react, the blood bullets pierced through the heads of the sun crows, ending the life of every single one. What followed was the rare sight of watching sun crows in great numbers fall from the sky like rain, their fiery feathers extinguishing in death.

"Let's not waste any more time than we already have," Aaron muttered. Deciding to not waste his time anymore dealing with any creature that would only waste his time, he spread his sense outwards, a ripple of power scanning the scorching landscape. Aaron determined the coordinates of the strongest race he could find on the land of the planet, and with manipulation of space, he appeared before the very coordinate, the air displacing with a soft *whoosh*.

Aaron arrived at the very heart of the Draconian tribe, his presence a surprise to the Draconians, materializing like a shadow in their midst. The Draconians, being a sub species of dragons with impure blood, had large dragon heads, fierce and scaled. The scales of the Draconians were red, and covered their entire body, glistening under the hot sun. They stood on two legs, powerful and grounded. The Draconians had tails, and no wings behind their back. The weapons used by the Draconians were their spears, long and tipped with flame. The Draconians were known for their strength, and defensive resilience from their scales, as well as their military tactics that made them the overlords of the planet's land, ruling with iron discipline.