Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 160: The World of Aet – Sylvie Originat

[A/N: If the pacing is too fast… let me know!]

Away from the Astral Clan, a man with long silverish-grey hair could be seen flying through the void of the Venia Galaxy.

Kaelthyr soared through the endless black, his black robes looked camoflouge in the void, with his pale skin and hair being the only contrast as distant stars blurred into streaks behind him. The cold vacuum pressed against his now Mid Stellar Sovereign, but he felt nothing.

Thanks to the incredible feats of his beloved disciple, his rank had risen faster than he ever thought possible.

And because of Ash, he shattered the entire power system and earned a new title—’Anomaly.’

That’s right, Kaelthyr was now recognized as an Anomaly in this dimension, which wasn’t a bad thing at all, all thanks to his disciple. His system had also undergone massive updates.

“System,” he muttered, voice low, the word echoing in his mind as blue holographic panels bloomed before his eyes.

“What’s the plan.”

[Host, it’s time for you to meet up with your disciple. For some reason I’m not able to find the name of his location, but using the system feature it will teleport you directly next to him.]

Kaelthyr’s silver hair streamed behind him as he picked up speed, eyes narrowing.

“Hm, why are we meeting this early? Shouldn’t I be out searching for another disciple?”

[It’s time to explore the Abyss. You have gained enough rewards and boosts to survive within. If you find the core to the Abyss…. something sought after by even Arch Eternal clans. You will rise to a different type of monster.]

Kaelthyr stopped mid-void. “Oh, right… I almost forgot about the Abyssal Key. If that’s more important than tracking down more golden fingers, then go ahead and teleport me now.”

[System Feature Activated: Master-Disciple Bond Link. Teleporting…]

Space folded around him in blue ripples—reality twisting as he vanished.

He reappeared—in pure chaos.

—–

The Secret Realm of Aet was a shattered wonder—a vast pocket dimension of floating islands suspended in a stormy void, ancient forges of star-metal belching eternal flames, rivers of Aether flowing like liquid light between crumbling ruins of god-like architecture.

The air thrummed with raw energy, gravity twisting as islands collided in slow, grinding impacts. Thousands of cultivators flooded the central forge-island, clashing for treasures that now drifted calmly behind a lone figure in the sky.

The figure seemed like a deity among mortals, with twelve wings of white and rose-pink feathers that sent faint embers drifting into the air. Two white-and-pink horns curved from his head, and his eyes were twin rings of mythical fire—one white, the other pink.

His alabaster skin shimmered with starlight, and his long white hair streamed in the wind as thousands of cultivators clashed beneath him. Seated on a throne formed from pure desire, he casually ate a bowl of pineapples.

This was Ash—the Progenitor of Primavus, Patriarch of the Originat Clan, and the most lustful bastard—once again transformed in both appearance and power.

Sweet, tangy juice dripped from the fruit, its tropical scent oddly at odds with the chaos below.

Behind him, thousands of treasures floated: Divine-ranked blades aglow with unbound Laws, chests of Mythic elixirs gleaming, and artifacts from forgotten eras pulsing with ancient power.

And the most important prize sought after by everyone present… The mutation essence, something with the ability to raise not just the bloodline, but an entire race by a rank.

Below him, a tall and athletic woman was locked in battle against thousands of opponents determined to reach Ash. Her flawless, pristine white skin and long matching hair framed two massive wings that spread majestically behind her.

Her reddish-pink eyes left glowing trails as she moved with relentless speed, clad in sleek white and pink armor that hugged her powerful frame, a gleaming sword poised in her grip.

Despite being only Mid Stellar Sovereign rank, she faced the overwhelming crowd, including a formidable Late Stellar Sovereign, and still dominated the battlefield without effort.

SHK!

SHK!

SHK!!!!!

Each swing of her blade reduced her foes backwards—literally.

Every cut forced regression: age reversing, knowledge fading from their minds, power draining away like water through cracked stone. Muscles withered, auras dimmed, memories unraveled, bodies shrinking as years peeled away in seconds.

This was majorly because of her Laws of Zero, Null, Sound, and Momentum—active the entire time, causing debuffs across the entire battlefield: Zero reverting everything to it’s beginning, Null erasing effects, Sound disrupting rhythm and timing, Momentum turning their own force against them.

On top of that, her Stage 2 Stellar Law really evened the playing field.

It was the Stellar Edict of Zero….all foes experienced mana nullification by 80%, those stronger than her by 40%, their reserves draining to nothing as the edict enforced absolute equilibrium.

A wave of cultivators charged—Early to Mid Stellar Sovereign, spears, swords, daggers, and all sorts of weapons and Laws launched in a desperate storm of light, shadow, blood, and force.

“Heh, this is nothing…” Sylvie muttered as she placed her sword directly in front of her with the tip pointing upward.

The air around her stilled—then collapsed inward.

|Null Point Annihilation|

Everything within a 20-million-kilometer radius vanished into nothingness….

Skills unraveled mid-cast, Laws dissolved into silence, the environment itself—stone, air, gravity, light—simply ceased to exist. A perfect sphere of absolute void bloomed around her, edges sharp and silent, swallowing the wave of attackers whole.

No explosion, no scream—just sudden, complete absence. Cultivators vanished as if they had never been, weapons dropping mid-swing, auras winking out like candles snuffed by a breath.

“Oh, that’s new… did she create that in the last few days?” Ash asked Elysia, eyebrow raised as he speared another pineapple chunk.

[More like during the fight. Master, for the past 12 hours she has fought nonstop as her Primavus bloodline continues to regenerate her endlessly. During this time she has completed quite a few tasks given by the sub-nexus which created that skill for her.]

Elysia explained as they watched a Late Stellar Sovereign brute blitz Sylvie.

He cast a skill that covered the skies with millions of fists crackling with lightning and Entropy—each one a roaring meteor of destruction aimed to pulverize her.

Seeing this, Sylvie quickly pivoted and created space—wings flaring as she flashed backward in a streak of rose-pink light.

“Tsk, this is a bit troubling…” Sylvie muttered as she quickly encased herself in her wings and formed a bubble around her made purely of the Law of Zero and Null—perfect equilibrium, absolute negation.

BOOOOOM!!!!!!!

The entire battlefield erupted in a massive explosion—lightning and entropy colliding with her barrier in a deafening roar that shook the realm, shockwaves ripping through floating islands, thunder echoing like the death knell of stars.

Thousands died in an instant—bodies incinerated, essences scattered, the brute’s fists detonating against the bubble in a storm of white-hot destruction.

The Late Stellar Sovereign scoffed at the last place Sylvie hovered, smoke curling from his fists, then his eyes shifted to Ash—still casually eating pineapples.

The man quickly appeared in front of Ash, aura blazing.

“Your little girlfriend is dead and you still plan to sit on your pretty little throne?”

Seeing the man in front of him, Ash smiled—but ignored him completely.

SHK!

In a blur the man’s head fell from his shoulders before his body decayed into nothingness—void and rose-pink light consuming flesh and essence in silent unmaking.

“Who allowed you to speak to my master?” Sylvie coldly uttered as her figure healed in visible eye-speed—wounds closing, skin knitting, armor reforming seamlessly in seconds.

Ash shook his head as his senses picked up on a new arrival. His brow rose in a bit of surprise.

“Oh, Master? You know it’s rude to randomly appear. What if I was with one of my women?”

Hearing this, Kaelthyr stepped from the shadows with a face of utter shock. As he looked at the woman who dove back into action facing thousands and then all the treasures behind his disciple…

“You… you brat. What nonsense have you gotten yourself into this time?” He asked as his sword was already drawn and his newly Mid Stellar Sovereign rank erupted in full force.

“This?” Ash questioned, finally turning as he stood up, stretching with a satisfied groan, wings rustling. “It’s nothing…”

He waved his hand and all the items disappeared, going into his inner universe as they awaited further evolution.

He then yawned a bit before calling out to Sylvie.

“Alright Sylvie, that’s enough. We have more important business to handle.”

Sylvie’s blood-red eyes flashed for a moment before she nodded and appeared at his side in an instant.

She then smiled and spoke.

“So, how was I? I didn’t let you down, did I, Master?”

Gone was the fiery and dominant Valkyrie—now she stood with a charming smile as she teased Ash, voice soft and playful.

Ash smiled—wide, dangerous, the kind that promised something apocalyptic.

“Not bad, though it could’ve been better.” He spoke as he willed a talent into action.

|Primordia Stellar Sword Art|

Primordia materialized in his hand—not summoned, but simply there, as if it had always been waiting.

The blade hummed with galaxy-weight power, rose-pink edge shimmering with nebulae illusions that twisted and reformed like living stars. He channeled hundreds of Laws—Death, Destruction, Annihilation, Void, Decay, Oblivion, Entropy, Extinction, and more… all pouring into the blade in a torrent of dark, inevitable power.

The air howled, space twisting as the sword’s arc took shape.

Ash raised Primordia slowly, deliberately, the motion simple yet carrying the weight of a collapsing universe.

Then he swung.

The arc was basic—clean, elegant, almost lazy—but the power behind it was anything but.

A crescent of pure annihilation erupted—rose-pink edged in black void, nebulae illusions blooming across its length like dying stars.

The swing tore through space…

BOOOOOOOM!!!!

The sound was cataclysmic—space shattering like glass, the shockwave rippling outward in visible waves that pulverized floating islands into dust.

Thousands of cultivators—Early to Late Stellar Sovereign—all died before they had time to scream.

The Law of Death made their hearts stop mid-beat. Destruction reduced their bodies to ash, while Annihilation wiped out their souls—their very essence—from the galaxy. Void, Decay, Oblivion, Entropy, and Extinction were just finishing touches he added to make sure none would ever return.

When the dust settled, there was nothing but silence.

Not one enemy was left standing.

Only Sylvie and Kaelthyr remained untouched, their eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.

Ash lowered Primordia—the blade humming softly as it drank in the last echoes of death.

He turned to Kaelthyr with a casual smile.

“Like I said… nothing.”

Kaelthyr’s sword trembled slightly as he stared.

“You… brat,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “What the hell have you become?”

Ash chuckled, tossing the last chunk of pineapple into his mouth.