Another day dawned for Aaron to tempt fate with his system draw, but this time, he had a plan to tip the scales. With a sly grin, he prepared to wield one of his most potent abilities.
Talent: SSS-rank – Lucky Halo
Lucky Halo: Your luck makes the goddess of fortune jealous. The universe itself bends to favor you.
• Blessing of Loot: Loot quality and quantity increase significantly.
• Universe’s Favor: Good fortune strikes constantly. Don’t panic—it’s just the universe simping for you.
• Luck Drain (Active Skill): Sap an enemy’s luck, unleashing universal disasters on them and those nearby. Usable once daily.
Plot Armor: Once daily, rewrite any event. Activates automatically to prevent death.
Lucky Spin Available: 1
"Plot Armor," Aaron intoned, his voice steady as he focused on the event he wanted to reshape—a system draw that would deliver exactly what he needed. His SSS+ luck thrummed in his veins, a cosmic force ready to bend reality to his will.
"System draw!" he called, expectation swelling in his throat like a tide, his heart pounding with the hope that his gamble would bear fruit.
The illusory wheel materialized before him, spinning with fervent energy, its colors a blur of cosmic potential. Aaron’s crimson eyes tracked its motion, his Vampire Primogenitor senses attuned to every flicker.
[Unfortunately, you receive no reward.]
[How unlucky, try again next time.]
"Tsk, it didn’t work," Aaron groaned, frustration flaring as he clenched his fists, ready to curse the system’s stinginess.
[You have forcefully altered an event...]
The wheel, which had faded, reappeared with a radiant glow, spinning once more as reality warped under the weight of Aaron’s Plot Armor.
[Congratulations! You have received the sovereign-rank reward - Infinite Myriad Race Blood Pool!]
Sovereign Rank - Infinite Myriad Race Blood Pool: Forged during the millennium war, when countless beings perished, their blood spilled across the universe. An ambitious vampire lord gathered this essence to fuel an unstoppable vampire army, only to be struck down by the multiverse’s will before his vision could manifest. The blood vanished—until now.
Contains high-purity blood of myriad races, including:
Angel’s Blood: Grants vampires immunity to sunlight and holy magic, sprouting wings of a fallen angel and amplifying mana output.
Dragon’s Blood: Breaks bloodline limits, allowing vampires to grow stronger, with dragon scales enhancing defense dramatically.
Elf’s Blood: Reconciles vampires with nature, negating weaknesses like wooden stakes or garlic.
Spirit Blood: Grants a soul to soulless vampires, bolstering defenses against soul magicians, necromancers, and soul-based attacks.
Features: Infinite in quantity and quality, never running dry. The host controls which blood a third party accesses, ensuring no one exploits the pool. Combined with Sanctuary, the host wields unparalleled control over this cosmic resource.
The list stretched on, a dizzying catalog of races Aaron couldn’t fully read, but the reward’s scope left him grinning ear to ear. "System, what’s with the note?" he asked, his voice brimming with curiosity.
[Host determines what blood a third party accesses when drinking from the pool. Multiple parties can drink simultaneously, but with Host’s command, one may receive dragon’s blood while another gets human’s blood, preventing exploitation. Paired with Sanctuary, Host commands absolute authority over the pool.]
"Hah! I struck gold!" Aaron muttered, his faith in his Lucky Halo soaring to new heights. Plot Armor was a godly skill—by envisioning the outcome, he’d rewritten a dud draw into a sovereign-rank reward. It was a trump card, an extra life each day, insurance against the unpredictable. But Aaron, ever the strategist, resolved to use it sparingly, reserving it for critical needs like securing a blood supply. Overusing it risked squandering its power when he needed it most.
"How you feeling?" Aaron asked Blade, lounging in the Sanctuary’s grand hall, its rune-etched walls glowing faintly under the starlit ceiling. He’d skipped dungeon raids all day, staying in the cosmic island to monitor his newly turned viscount vampire.
Blade’s first day as a vampire had been chaotic, just as Aaron expected from Earth’s vampire flicks. Barely half the day had passed when Blade materialized in the Sanctuary, his eyes blood-red and wild, his chest heaving as if starved for air. He moved like a beast unleashed after years of captivity, his vampiric hunger overwhelming his senses.
Blade fought to regain control, his fists clenching, but the primal urge consumed him. His gaze locked onto Aaron, and without warning, he lunged, snarling as saliva dripped from his fangs, his movements feral and desperate.
"Bad habit to leap at your maker like that," Aaron said calmly, his omnipotence within the Sanctuary flaring. With a thought, he willed Blade to freeze mid-air, suspended like a puppet on invisible strings. "Much better," Aaron said, satisfaction etched across his face as he studied the immobilized Blade, whose eyes flickered with a mix of hunger and fear.
With another thought, a blood bag materialized in Aaron’s hand, filled with human blood from the Infinite Myriad Race Blood Pool. Its quality surpassed anything found on Blue Star, a crimson elixir pulsing with cosmic potency. "Here you go," Aaron said, pressing the bag to Blade’s lips.
"Tsk, thought he’d reject it since it’s not fresh from a vein," Aaron muttered, watching Blade drink with fervent gulps. But the blood’s unparalleled quality quelled his hunger, proving superior to any living source. "Who cares about fresh versus canned if the canned stuff’s this good?" Aaron chuckled, relieved the pool’s versatility solved a key logistical hurdle.
Blade’s frenzy subsided, his eyes clearing as he regained control, the blood restoring his humanity. "Thank you," he rasped, his voice thick with gratitude and awe at his new strength.
"Keep that daylight ring on," Aaron reminded, pointing to the rune-etched band on Blade’s finger, courtesy of the Daylight Ring Manufacturer. "It’ll keep you from frying under the sun. If the hunger hits at night, come here to isolate. You’re set for now—my blood and the pool will sustain you."
Aaron left the Sanctuary, reappearing in his house via a dimensional anchor, his mind already turning to the next steps in his empire-building.