Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Aaron's eyes narrowed instantly, emotions flaring like wildfire.

"What did you just say?" His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with suppressed rage.

He had been patient since arriving at this school, holding himself back from flexing his true weight. But this man—this so-called teacher—had just poked at the wound he guarded most closely.

"Arrogance gets people killed, Highborn," the teacher sneered, unbothered. "You should know that better than anyone. Class dismissed."

The words were like venom, deliberately spat. Without even glancing at Aaron again, the teacher gathered his notes and left, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with unease.

Aaron's fists tightened on the desk. His killing intent leaked, cold and sharp.

"He's picking on you," Alice muttered beside him, frowning deeply. Her voice was low, careful—she knew Aaron was one breath away from exploding.

"I know." Aaron forced the words out, his jaw clenched. "He's probably trying to make me lash out physically so they can punish me. What he doesn't realize is—even if I do, I'll only get a slap on the wrist." His lips curved into a humorless smile.

Still, he couldn't sit here anymore. Standing abruptly, he ignored the startled looks from the other students.

"Aaron, won't you stay for the rest of the class?" Alice asked, her tone laced with concern. She wasn't worried about his academics—she was worried about his temper.

"Nope," Aaron said flatly, waving her off. "That idiot just proved my point. I don't belong in these classes. I've got better things to do." He flashed the folded letter from Professor Elias between his fingers before striding toward the door.

Alice sighed softly, then gathered her things to follow him. Skipping class wasn't in her nature, but she wasn't about to let Aaron shoulder everything alone. Besides, she had her suspicions about who was behind this sudden hostility. Unlike Aaron, she had her clan's influence shielding her from petty targeting. Aaron only had his wealth—and everyone here thought that without the backing of his true family, he was vulnerable.

They couldn't be more wrong.

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Meanwhile, in a cramped teacher's office across campus, Henry—the very man who had provoked Aaron—sat comfortably at his desk. Edwin lounged casually opposite him, his smug expression barely restrained.

"So, Sir Henry," Edwin began smoothly, "I trust your first day teaching the Freshers was… fruitful?"

Henry chuckled dryly. "I managed to light a fire under him. He didn't react the way I wanted, but it's only a matter of time. Push someone like Aaron Highborn far enough, and he'll retaliate."

"That's all we need," Edwin said with a satisfied nod. "Keep pressing him until he snaps. Once he does, my father—the head of the disciplinary committee—will handle the rest. Aaron won't walk away unscathed."

Henry gave a slow nod. He wasn't particularly keen on dragging out a feud with a student, but with the committee's backing, he felt untouchable. After all, what was the risk? A little bullying was nothing compared to the political shield Edwin's father provided.

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Elsewhere, Aaron entered the office of Professor Arden, the head of Freshers. He held out Elias's letter respectfully.

"Professor Arden. I was instructed to hand this to you. Professor Elias said you'd know what to do with it."

Arden gave the letter a cursory glance, tossed it onto his desk, and snorted.

"Request denied. This school does not allow shortcuts. Return to your class immediately."

Aaron's frown deepened. The immediate rejection—without even pretending to consider it—was proof enough that Arden was part of the scheme.

"Professor," Aaron began, forcing civility into his tone, "I think you should reconsider."

"I said request denied!" Arden snapped, rising abruptly to his feet. His awakened aura flared, pressure rolling through the office. "Leave now, or I'll have you thrown out!"

Aaron sighed, shaking his head.

"And here I was, trying to play nice. Seems enjoying student life isn't in the cards—not with bastards like you around." His crimson eyes lit up, glowing faintly.

"You insolent brat!" Arden roared.

"Sit down," Aaron commanded, voice layered with compulsion. His will seeped into the air like invisible chains.

Arden froze. His body jerked, then against his will, he sank back into his chair. His mouth clamped shut as if locked.

Aaron leaned forward slightly, his tone cold. "You will approve that letter. Then, you're going to tell me exactly who's behind this little plan to make my school life miserable."

Arden's hands shook as he stamped the approval, his resistance futile under Aaron's mental domination. Words spilled from his lips, truths he hadn't intended to reveal: Edwin, his father, the disciplinary committee, and their plan to trap Aaron into breaking school rules.

Aaron's eyes narrowed. "So that's how it is. More enemies lining up one after another." He stood, tucking the signed approval away.

"You'll also keep me updated secretly whenever they move against me," Aaron added, voice carrying the undeniable weight of compulsion. "And you'll forget this conversation ever happened."

As he left the office, Alice approached, her eyes filled with worry. "What happened in there? I felt his aura spike for a moment."

"Nothing much." Aaron's lips curled into a half-smile. "He just wanted to prove who was boss. We… resolved it amicably."

Alice didn't press further. She simply fell into step beside him, her presence calm and steady.

"You tagging along?" Aaron asked casually as they exited the building. "I'm heading back to the villa. No more classes for today."

Alice nodded. Skipping wasn't her usual style, but between her clan's knowledge and the Frost family's status, she didn't need these introductory lessons. Besides, no professor would dare antagonize her—unlike Aaron, she carried the full weight of her clan's influence.

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Back at the villa, Aaron went straight into his sanctuary. His earlier fury simmered down, replaced by a sharp focus.

"Alright, system. Plot armour. Draw."

The illusory wheel appeared behind him, spinning furiously.

[You have altered the event of reality in your favor.]

Aaron folded his arms, waiting.

[Congratulations! You have awakened the SSS-rank item: Void Armour.]

His jaw dropped. "System, what the hell just happened? My lucky halo broken or something? I wanted a blessing, not some random item!"

[Host must calm down,] the system's voice echoed. [Plot armour does not guarantee that you receive precisely what you want—especially when the causality of your desire is too high. Be grateful. Many draws could end with nothing. You were fortunate to receive something at all.]

Aaron scowled. "So you're telling me plot armour isn't enough to net me a blessing?"

[Correct. Unless the conditions align perfectly—or you obtain a luck accumulator—a blessing without backlash is nearly impossible. When the time is right, Host will receive one.]

Aaron rubbed his forehead, exhaling sharply. "…Fine. Guess I'll play along for now. "