Ultimate Gacha System: Reborn Into A Crazy Fantasy

Chapter 165: Powerful Owner's Territory



"Someone's coming here."

The Primeval-rank elf with short blond hair and a muscular build alerted the base they had set up around the portal.

"What happened, senior Derlen?"

But a second after that, Aleron was already there, just ten meters away from the senior Derlen.

It wasn't long before Aleron was surrounded by four Primeval-rank powerhouses and six Primeval-rank large-winged green-white feathered swallows.

[Gachapi: It looks like they have a beast breeding ground for those Windmist Lefage Swallows. Good, these beasts have a strong bloodline source, all having the Primeval-rank Bloodline.]

"Relax, ladies and gentlemen," Aleron smiled. "I am Aleron, a human and a visitor. Nice to meet you."

The weaker elves in the base looked above at their seniors surrounding a human and they burst into a chatter of speculations.

"What business do you have here?"

Aleron looked at the lady elf, who also seemed strongest out of the four Primeval-rank elves. The other three were at the median stage of Primeval-rank, but this lady was at the high stage of Primeval-rank.

"To be honest, I am here to get to know you and enter that portal to see a new world," Aleron said with a grin, his eyes clear and honest.

Getting no response, Aleron figured they were talking internally in their soul network.

"Why don't we sit and talk? I have no hostile intentions against you," Aleron sat on his Arcana Throne and conjured a table using Magilore, along with four seats.

"Marlina," the lady elf with long bouncy blond hair and a shapely figure introduced herself after two seconds of looking at Aleron. She sat down at the chair across from him before the other three followed suit.

"Just so you know," Marlina's expression was somber, "If you try to forcefully enter that portal or show any hostility, the portal will be closed instantly."

Aleron was surprised at the caution, but a light bulb lit up a second later as he understood why.

'So it's for defending from invasion. Well, there were other bases at other portals with a sizable amount of presence, so they must be cautious of each other.'

"I am not here to fight or cause trouble," Aleron showed them his right palm before taking a soul oath, which was the best way to ease their worries.

One of the elves, senior Darlen, burst out laughing, "Taking soul oath of that? Well, that we can believe."

"So, why are you here?" Marlina curiously asked.

"Same reason as I stated before," Aleron smiled. "To get to know you and see a new world."

[Gachapi: Might be a warlord-owned planet. Also, the Ascension-rank powerhouses can't enter this secret realm, so take note of that, Master.]

"We can also conduct some business if you like to," Aleron added.

'He is a Primvel-rank, but can't measure his power level properly.'

'He is not an average Primeval rank, that's for sure. His vibe is different.'

'Although he is really not here with hostile intentions, he doesn't see us as a threat at all, as if he doesn't care about our power, thus our stance against him.'

'He must be powerful enough to deal with all of us. There was no fear even when ten Primeval-rank aura oppressed him from all sides.'

"Vestelon clan," Marlina said before a symbol appeared before her for Aleron to see. "We belong to the Vestelon clan on planet Restia and this secret realm is our clan's property. As you have no hostile intention towards us and swore an oath, we can indeed conduct a business."

'So, they are interested in business deals, eh?'

"Of course, I am willing," Aleron chuckled.

"I'll accompany you, please follow me," Marlina nodded.

Aleron followed Marlina into the portal and arrived in a wooden room. Arriving outside, Aleron's eyes sparkled at the scenery of this wonderful forest.

The huge trees spanned up to a thousand meters tall and had thick and wide branches, perfect for the hundreds of big and small treehouses he was looking at. Each branch was at least 20 meters wide and more in length!

There were also multiple branches extended and turned into a big village-sized area with an exquisite wooden castle-Vestelon Clan Castle.

[Gachapi: Alright, this is a Warlord-owned planet and plentifully connected to a star system. This warlord is set...]

Indeed, in the sky, Aleron could see another big planet close by with a huge track connecting them, along with a bunch of floating satellites of various sizes, shapes, and colors. [Gachapi: The planet is wonderful as well-a tier-1 planet. Alright, from what I see, this warlord is in the top 20 in the cosmic warlord ranking at least, Master.]

"Come with me, I'll show you the special products that we cultivate in this forest."

But just as the duo was flying toward the Vestelon clan castle, an alarming sound suddenly echoed everywhere, coming from the huge bell dangling in the center of this clan's territory, it handed at a wooden bar connecting to two tree trunks.

*Roar!*

*Roarrr!*

Along with the bell sound, loud roars also rang in the sky. Aleron looked up and saw hundreds of wyverns along with humanoid draconic figures. Most of them were in Exceed-rank, but 21 of them were Primeval-rank, not including the wyverns.

"Damn it, this is the third time this month!" Marlina cursed out loud as her face morphed into

a wrathful one.

Aleron felt tons of powerful auras suddenly exploding from the ground, prompting him to look below as he saw elves emerge from underground, all of them being Primeval-rank and

xceed-rank.

'Holy shit, so many Primeval-rank already?' Aleron was stunned.

Planet Ardentia was like a dry wasteland compared to this! It barely had 30 Primeval-rank powerhouses combining all three continents, not including Aleron's subordinates.

Meanwhile, just the Elfs and those Draconites combined were easily over fifty!

Aleron didn't stand on ceremony and activated his Monitor Dome, but didn't suppress others' radars and kept his above them, slowly extending it instead of fully opening it.

Peak Primeval rank could only have their radar up to 1000 kilometers. It was the usual limit, but Aleron's radar overpowered due to the design he made that was exclusive to his specialty -the unlimited amount of Magilore since it consumed a hundred thousand Magilore per second, which was an impossible feat for others due to unfeasibility.

'I want to interfere,' Aleron thought as his eyes glinted, marks appearing over the target and invoking his impulse to act.

[Gachapi: You can if you want to, but we have to be low profile and elusive or it could be bad. We are a very strong territory that has a proper hierarchy structure. This is a good place to learn some things regarding this Cosmic Ascension Competition and its scale, Master.] Looking through his Monitor Dome, he could see that all present Exceed-rank and Primeval- rank powerhouses of this Elf clan were in battle against the Draconites, but were lower in

number overall.

Their wyverns fought against the Windmist Lefage Swallows of the elf clan, but they were just barely equal in number.

[Gachapi: These two clans seemed to be in fight.]

'Found their clan.' When Aleron's Monitor Dome extended to 1000 kilometers, he found this Draconite clan's territory, at a huge volcanic valley surrounded by two mountain chains with mixed types of mountains, with the majority being volcanic mountains.

Most of the wyverns and draconites had red, and various shades of red outer body, and their bloodline and main attributes seemed flame and blood.

On the other hand, the Elves were diverse in various elements, but all of them had wood elements in common as their strongest. Their Bloodlines were also majorly wood-related. The most heated battle included a handsome elf using a bow and sword in tandem, moving swiftly and fighting flexibly with a versatile combat arsenal.

He was the clan head, and he was fighting against a three-meter-tall draconite in shining dark bronze armor with crimson and golden patterns.

He was an aggressive fighter, speedy and destructive, breaking all tricks and attacks of his opponent while continuing his relentless assault at every chance.

Both of them were at the peak of Primeval-rank, lacking only a Concept to awaken for a

breakthrough.

'Alright, I've decided,' Aleron cracked his finger, his eyes narrowed as he saw three draconites breaking through the elven formation and releasing their attacks on the house.

Aleron restrained those three draconites, binding them in a skin-stuck space forcefield while

their attacks were blocked by the clan-wide barrier that flickered into existence when those attacks entered a certain range.

'Three black marks gone for starter,' Aleron's eyes glinted. 'Gachapi, I want to play dirty.'

[Gachapi: Understandable.]

Aleron began marking individuals...from both sides.

'I have to be discreet.'

He marked only black and red individuals., which were around 189 of the individuals out of

418 total, not including beasts.

'I am already judging them,' Aleron's eyes showed a sheen at depth as he read their memories. His soul power was superior, so it was easy to sneak in, not to mention they were in a heated

battle against each other.

'Well, they gotta die then.'

Suddenly, the causality from both sides started showing one by one.

Aleron carefully selected timing while intently watching the battle. When a black-marked individual was about to get killed, but escaped if given a chance, he would deny that chance by

restraining them.

In short, he completely paralyzed black and red marked individuals at crucial moments in their fights and sighing their deaths.

Sometimes, when two black-marked individuals fought, he made sure both killed each other

or at least, the survivor would get fatal injuries so that a white or yellow-marked individual nearby could finish them off.

'They are really killing each other though,' Aleron saw bodies falling and the battle turning

more intense.

[Gachapi: Hilarious, Master. That's because you are doing it.] Moreover, Aleron made sure that white and yellow-marked individuals from both sides didn't die by defending them. He would just sneakily absorb most of the firepower of attacks

through space.

At the moment, these Eleves and Draconites couldn't fathom just how they were like dolls

with their strings attached to a puppet master, completely directing their battle to his desired

outcome.