Ultimate Gacha System: Reborn Into A Crazy Fantasy

Chapter 166: Decision



The battle raged on under Aleron's puppetry and to finish it faster, Aleron decided to make a move himself, to make him stand out.

Since he had read memories, he also knew why this battle was happening. It was about a Dungeon Gate that appeared at this forest's edge two years ago. It belonged to this elf clan since it was in their territory, but that Dungeon Gate evolved ten days ago, now giving resources of Exceed and Primeval rank.

Draconites wanted that Dungeon Gate to themselves as a matter of course, at any cost, which led them to continuously harass and attack the Elf clan.

'I want to resolve the issue and make peace between. Let's see if I can do it,' Aleron's eyes glinted, feeling some excitement in anticipation of how this would unfold.

[Gachapi: Not too high-profile, Master. We have to remain outside of this Warlord's radar.] 'I got it.'

Aleron conjured a pole, metallic silver with black patterns as a juke while using his overwhelmingly powerful Savant-grade skill of pure restrain-type to stop the battle happening above. Naturally, the visual effect was that the pole he threw released hundreds of strings that bound all of them as if someone used a precious artifact to stop this battle, in other people's eyes.

Draconites, Elves, Wyverns, and Swallows, everyone fighting just completely froze in their position in the sky as if they were completely glued to the space.

'All red and black died except for one,' Aleron thought as he flew up and floated beside the pole. Everyone's eyes were on him, but he preferred silence so he had completely isolated everyone as well.

'I wonder how it would feel not to have unlimited Magilore? Without it, I can't stop a battle like this, with a snap of my finger,' Aleron looked at everyone before focusing on the leader of Draconites who was fighting against the clan head of this Elf clan.

[Gachapi: You'll feel it in the Chaosverse, Master, where this Magilore's source won't be useful. Well, a long time till we go there, so no worries.]

'But it's going to be useless in a higher place anyway. I guess I'll need to prepare a powerful force and more arsenal to achieve what I want once this unlimited magilore source loses its value.'

Aleron moved his gaze from the Draconite leader to the Elf clan head and finally spoke, "I'm going to free you, so kill that Draconite."

The clan head Eustus was able to move and speak. Surprised, he immediately asked, "Who are you?"

Marlina's expression was changing, but she didn't hide things and sent her thoughts via soul sense to Eustus since she couldn't voice them out physically.

"I guess you know now," Aleron smiled. "I'm Aleron. Now, end that Draconite and let the rest leave. This battle ends here now, what do you say?"

Eustus's face showed clear gratitude as he bowed, "Thank you."

He didn't want to fight as well, but these Draconites were attacking them to eradicate them. This was already the 3rd attack and it was most brutal because many died, though it was courtesy of Aleron that many died as he wanted to eliminate red and black-marked individuals.

Aleron removed bindings from the Draconite leader so that Eustus's attack could touch him. After all, being isolated by his space power also meant having a defense until someone broke that layer that bound them, which also protected them.

Aleron could see confusion in the Draconite's eyes. It screamed, 'Why me?'

"Why me?!" the Draconite roared as soon as the isolation wore off him.

"Because you deserve to die," Aleron indifferently uttered, his voice cold.

"Fuck you! My elder brother is a General and he won't let you go once I die! Not you, not this clan! No one!"

Eustus hesitated and didn't attack him right away because that so-called General was also his main fear and the main strength of the Draconite clans.

"General? You mean that Ascension-rank brother of yours that working for Warlord Graystar?" Aleron raised his eyebrows, feeling Eustus's gaze on him.

"You are hoping that I would help you all the way, eh?" Aleron could read Eustus's intentions easily.

"N-No, I," Eustus stammered, feeling ashamed.

Aleron laughed and flew towards him, stopping a meter away and then turning to the Draconite leader, "Kill him."

"I-I have to consider," Eustus's expression looked defeated. "We don't have a backing as tough as theirs. The Dungeon Gate is in our territory, but they want it from us and this battle will continue until we hand it over."

"What have you decided?" Aleron calmly asked.

Eustus looked at his clan and houses, with kids and adults poking out from the windows of their houses or looking from their balconies. It was a population of around a hundred thousand elves.

"We hoped to receive the backing of a General by producing a talented heir, but the most talented ones of my clan didn't catch any General's eyes in the yearly Talent Dusting Tournament," Eustus sighed as he looked at the Draconite with mixed feelings.

General was a big term on this planet and others under Graystar Warlord's territory, as it was only referred to Ascension-rank powerhouses under Graystar Warlord. According to the information Aleron got, this Warlord had seven Generals, which means seven Ascension-rank powerhouses as his subordinates!

"That's right! You don't have a fucking choice," the Draconite leader grinned ruthlessly. "But if you want us to live alone, then you have to give up more now! You've tasted our patience and this battle also killed many of my kin."

"The price has increased now!"

'Here we go,' Aleron rolled his eyes.

[Astral: Kekeke, he wouldn't have a black mark if he wasn't bad, Mastah. Piece of trash he is.]

[Gachapi: Unfortunately, his intimidation is working on this Elf.]

"What do you want more?!" Eustus asked, anger and helpless both.

"One elf female every month, and start this with your wife," the Draconite leader demanded, his tone firm. "Unless you want to launch an all-out attack between our class, which will end in complete eradication of your clan, you will give us the Dungeon Gate and this demand."

"Kill him," Aleron snorted. "I'll protect you."

Eustus was seething with rage and disgust.

"Protect him?! Fat dreams, bastard. You're just a fucking Primeval-rank weakling, What the fuck can you do?" the Draconite leader sneered at Aleron. "Yeah, this artifact is quite good, but it's useless against my elder brother, who is the General!"

Eustus's hope dimmed as he realized something and looked at Aleron, "Do you have the power to contend against a General?"

"You won't kill him if I said no?" Aleron raised his eyebrows.

"I don't want to accept his demands, but if I don't, no one here will survive," Eustus's dead eyes looked despairing as he looked at his clan. "Until we gain power or backing of a General to contend against them..."

"Peace for years, but one Dungeon Gate evolves and it becomes a matter of survival for one hundred thousand people," Aleron's face scrunched up. "I hate this."

"But I hate you more," Aleron coldly looked at the Draconite leader. "Kill him. Your clan will be fine. No need to fear his elder brother."

"Bullshit!" the Draconite leader cursed loudly, his eyes bloodshot at Aleron, "Bastard, you're dead once I die! Dead!"

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait for your brother," Aleron smiled and turned to Eustus. "Finish him off."

Eusus clenched his fist, nodded with determination, and released a powerful attack.

The Draconite leader's head blew off and Aleron captured his soul like others. However, from his soul, a light shot out and struck Aleron.