Chapter 236: ENTERTAIN ME

"Now, numbers won’t save any of you," Aaron declared with a confident smile, dark shadows coalescing and twisting together in the void to form an ornate throne of swirling obscurity, upon which Aaron seated himself casually, lounging with the poise of an unchallenged ruler overseeing his domain."Entertain me," Aaron commanded imperiously, his will manifesting as he isolated the surrounding space in an instant, sealing off the area in a bubble of altered reality.

Within this primary isolated space, he further subdivided it into five distinct isolated subspaces, each with boundaries that stretched infinitely outward, creating arenas of endless confrontation.

Out of what he claimed as randomness, Aaron forcefully relocated the four enemies into these separate subspaces, assigning each to a specific adversary with deliberate precision.

Terry, he paired against the black sphere, their mechanical and enigmatic natures clashing in a realm of calculated chaos. Borax he matched with the vampire clone, the colossal’s blood-rich form a tempting feast for the vampiric entity.


Dain he pitted against the werewolf clone, the demi-beast’s raw ferocity meeting the lupine primal force.

And Grim he aligned with the witch clone, the raptor’s cunning facing off against mystical sorcery.

Deliberately, he excluded Riea from the pairings, drawing her instead to his side in the overseeing space.

[So much for randomness. An android against a weapon, a colossal with so many blood against a vampire.

A werewolf against a demi-beast, and a witch against a raptor.

You can’t fool me,] the system remarked to Aaron, its digital voice laced with skepticism as it pierced through his facade of impartiality.

"That’s as random as it can get," Aaron responded with a sly smile, fully aware that his deception had been uncovered, yet unbothered by the revelation in the grand scheme of his orchestrated spectacle.

Aaron turned his attention to Riea at his side, who appeared visibly confused about why she had been sidelined from the battle rather than thrust into the fray alongside the others.

"You have done well," he assured her, providing the clarification she sought. "But I want to watch a much different fight," Aaron explained, his words offering insight into his strategic whims amid the isolated voids.

"Origin point," Aaron invoked, channeling his profound time talent to rewind every opposition, Dain in particular, to their ultimate, pristine states, restoring them to peak condition and ensuring a fair, unblemished commencement to the battles, free from prior wear and tear.

Riea observed Aaron with a mixture of confusion and intrigue etched across her delicate features, struggling to comprehend the rationale behind his decision to reset the combatants in such a manner, her mind swirling with questions in the shadow of his throne.

"Just call it entertainment," Aaron clarified to her, sensing her perplexed gaze fixed upon him.

His casual words sent a ripple through Riea, evoking a complex swirl of emotions within her.

First, a profound sense of relief washed over her that she wasn’t aligned against him; she realized with chilling clarity that such a fate would have been utterly undetectable until too late.

Second, she glimpsed the staggering depth of Aaron’s might, a revelation that humbled her. Viewing formidable beings like herself as mere sources of amusement bruised her pride and deflated her ego, which had long regarded her as one of the universe’s mightiest entities.

"Begin!" Aaron proclaimed, giving the authoritative go-ahead as he swung his hand downward in a dramatic gesture to initiate the battles, his keen eyes locked onto the unfolding actions across the five rounds of confrontation, anticipation building in the isolated expanses.

The first to resume hostilities were the black sphere and Terry, picking up seamlessly from where their earlier skirmish had left off. Terry surveyed the sealed space around him, a deep frown creasing his synthetic features as he processed the constraints.

As a member of the android race, he had always relied on meticulous analysis of every aspect of his enemies, deriving enjoyment from combat through perpetual foresight and being perpetually one step ahead.

But with the enigmatic man he could see perched regally on the throne, such analysis had proven elusive.

From the outset to the present moment, the battlefield had been entirely dictated by that man’s whims, and the realization was gradually leaving a bitter, unresolved taste in Terry’s metaphorical mouth, a nagging inefficiency in his systems.

Terry closed his eyes momentarily, delving into his internal processors.

He simulated countless different probabilities to derive the most favorable outcome, yet his computations converged on a singular path: go all out, obliterate the sphere confronting him, and then swiftly confront the true threat to neutralize it with equal expediency.

It represented the optimal strategy for handling an unknown adversary, subdue them before they could generate further unpredictabilities in the equation.

With his strategic thoughts aligned and crystallized,

Terry initiated the sequence to transition into full battle mode, his systems humming with escalating power.

"Commence full battle mode. Initiate the logging in of full battle mode AI for assistance.

Launch battle mode armor," Terry articulated calmly, his gaze fixed intently on the black hammer suspended before him, its dark lightning still crackling with latent menace.

The command echoed through the void, causing the silence of space to warp and bend around Terry’s awakening systems like a gravitational pull.

His Quantum Core ignited and flared open, peeling away layers of protective containment as brilliant streams of data-light spiraled outward into the surrounding darkness, resembling the birth of nascent stars in a cosmic nursery.

Intricate equations rotated ceaselessly within the glowing sphere embedded in his chest, manifesting as living codes dedicated to energy conversion, subtly bending the fabric of probability to sustain and amplify his formidable power reserves.

From his metallic body, various machine parts detached and fragmented, scattering into the void as an array of metallic components whose purposes remained momentarily enigmatic.

However, the mystery of these machine parts was short-lived, as they swiftly reassembled themselves with mechanical precision, coalescing into an assortment of drones varying in kinds and sizes, each one buzzing to life with synchronized efficiency.

Across the isolation zone, the newly assembled combat drones blinked into operational existence, forming a radiant halo of coordinated brilliance that encircled the area.

Thousands of these units aligned seamlessly into tactical formations, their internal reactors humming in perfect resonance with the frequency emanating from Terry’s core, creating a symphony of mechanical harmony.

Each drone projected reinforced subspace barriers, transforming the isolated sector into Terry’s personally curated battlefield—a meticulously calculated domain where his directives redefined the very laws of physics governing the space.