Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Together with Blade, Aaron raided multiple B-rank dungeons. He yearned to challenge an A-rank dungeon, but his low rank barred him from booking one, especially given the fierce competition for securing A-rank slots.

Aaron and Blade stood before a B-rank arachnid dungeon, their next target in their relentless raiding spree. The dungeon's entrance shimmered like a fractured mirror, a pulsating B-rank portal nestled in the desolate ruins of an abandoned warehouse district.

Aaron adjusted his jacket, his vampire senses attuned to the faint hum of mana emanating within. Beside him, Blade cracked his knuckles, his broad frame and scarred hands betraying a seasoned fighter despite his unawakened status.

"Ready to show me what you've got, Blade?" Aaron asked, his tone casual but his SS+ mana surreptitiously scanning Blade's movements. If he were to consider turning Blade into a vampire viscount with the Daylight Ring Manufacturer, he needed to witness the man's potential firsthand. Blade grinned, his eyes glinting with confidence, and nodded.

They stepped through the portal, the air shifting to the damp, oppressive chill of a web-streaked cavern. The dungeon's core pulsed in the distance, guarded by the B-rank Spider Queen. Eerie skittering echoed from the shadows.

A swarm of fist-sized spiderlings scuttled forth, their mandibles clicking menacingly. "Your stage, Blade," Aaron said, stepping back, his B- agility keeping him poised yet relaxed, his senses alert for any surprises.

Blade lunged, his daggers dancing in a deadly blur. He carved through the spiderlings with precision, each slash severing legs or piercing carapaces. His footwork was impeccable, dodging venomous bites with instincts honed by countless battles. A larger spider lunged, but Blade rolled under it, slicing its underbelly in a spray of ichor, his movements fluid and ruthless.

Aaron nodded, impressed. Blade's speed and ferocity screamed potential—vampire blood could elevate him to a viscount-level asset, loyal and deadly. But Aaron wasn't ready to tip his hand yet; patience was his ally in this decision.

"Nice work," Aaron called, his voice cutting through the skittering. "Now let's meet the queen."

The cavern widened into a massive chamber, webs draping like ghostly curtains. The Spider Queen loomed—a hulking arachnid the size of a truck, its eight eyes glowing venom-green, mandibles dripping with corrosive spit. Its legs twitched, sending vibrations through the sticky floor.

Blade charged, daggers flashing, but a web strand shot out, pinning his arm. "Dammit!" he growled, slicing free but stumbling as the queen's leg swiped at him. Aaron, his instincts flaring at Blade's peril, made his move, his B- agility propelling him forward as he shoved Blade aside, taking a glancing blow. The queen's leg tore a gaping wound across his shoulder, ripping his jacket, but his SSS+ vitality sealed the wound in seconds, leaving only a faint scar.

"Stay back," Aaron commanded, his tone sharp and unyielding. Blade nodded, catching his breath, clearly outmatched by the queen's speed. Aaron faced the beast, his mana surging like a crimson tide. The queen screeched, launching a barrage of web nets.

Aaron's Lucky Halo tingled, and he sidestepped instinctively, the webs missing by inches—a stroke of luck no one could replicate. He darted forward, his B- strength channeling into a mana-infused punch. His fist slammed into the queen's carapace, shattering it with a resounding crack.

The beast retaliated, its mandibles snapping at his throat, but Aaron's SSS+ stamina kept him unfazed. He grabbed a mandible, twisting it with a sickening crunch, then unleashed a burst of SS+ mana, a crimson wave that seared the queen's eyes. Blinded, it reared back, shrieking, and Aaron leaped onto its back, driving his fist through its weakened carapace. Ichor sprayed, and the queen collapsed, its core—a glowing crystal—pulsing faintly.

Aaron hopped down, wiping ichor from his hands. Blade stared, wide-eyed. "You're… not what I expected," he said, his voice tinged with awe and suspicion. "Keep it to yourself," Aaron replied, tossing Blade a handful of smaller crystals and monster parts. "Take these. Boost your strength. And forget the details of my fight," he added, his voice laced with a hypnotic command, his vampire bloodline bending Blade's will.

Aaron frowned inwardly, realizing hypnotizing Blade repeatedly risked a slip-up or unintended consequences. He resolved to turn Blade soon, but only after assessing his character thoroughly. Granting vampiric power to a psychopath or tyrant would be a grave mistake. Then there was the matter of blood supply for feeding—a logistical challenge he'd need to address.

He pocketed the queen's core, its energy too weak to budge his stats but promising for future growth.

As they exited the dungeon, Aaron's senses prickled again—stronger this time. A faint heartbeat, too distant to pinpoint, echoed in his vampire ears. It wasn't the dungeon's lingering aura, he realized, his eyes narrowing. Someone was tracking him. Levi? No. From their brief meeting in the governor's office, Aaron sensed Levi's blunt honesty—a man like him wouldn't resort to covert stalking. He couldn't identify the watcher yet, but his Lucky Halo urged caution. "Head home, Blade," Aaron said, his tone final. Blade frowned but nodded, sensing the weight in Aaron's cryptic words.

The watchful presence lingered for a few seconds before fading. Aaron didn't dwell on it once the sensation vanished. If the stalker wasn't acting now, there was no need to obsess, and he chose not to cut his raid short as he'd briefly considered.

He stopped Blade from leaving, gesturing for him to stay. The two continued their dungeon raids for the day, their synergy growing with each battle.

After a day filled with grueling dungeon raids, Aaron called it a day. As usual, he offered Blade the monster parts and, this time, some crystals to increase his strength, earning a gruff nod of gratitude, while he kept the rest of the crystals for his own growth.

After a long day, Aaron went home, planning to sleep as soon as he could, eagerly awaiting the next day. The lucky draw had become a daily obsession, and he was swiftly turning into a chronic addict.

Upon reaching his home, Aaron's face hardened with anger and cold resolve. An intruder had breached his sanctuary. The steady thump of a stranger's heartbeat echoed in his ears, and the sweet, tantalizing scent of blood assaulted his senses. He realized they were lying in wait, poised to ambush him.