Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 223: I Will Break Existence

[A/N: FYI, the war between the Arch Eternal Clans is something that is going on constantly behind the scenes. It will soon be reintroduced.

And we are back in current time, from Ash leaving his inner cosmos.]

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With his companions off pursuing their own stories, Ash found himself back in the Venia Galaxy—more precisely, in Primordia Haven.

Ever since reviving this once-dead world, he’d hardly touched it—the massive supercontinent sprawled under endless rose-pink skies, the air fresh and buzzing with untamed energy, winds murmuring through rose-colored grass that swayed like silk come to life.

This place was meant to be the Originat Clan’s home within the universe.

As he stood there now, his motives had changed.

His thoughts had moved beyond what the eyes could grasp, and with that, the universe began to lose its meaning.

It wasn’t that he no longer cared for the universe itself—rather, it was this reality, this existence, that no longer meant anything to him. The weight of endless cycles pressed on him like far-off thunder, and the vastness around him suddenly felt small, almost suffocating.

With the knowledge he carried, and the memories of his past incarnations, he vaguely knew his path was never meant to be easy—not in the sense of gaining power, but in uncovering what his true purpose really was.

“Honestly, some things never change… not even from the novels I’ve read.” He spoke as he strolled across the vast supercontinent—the ground warm beneath his feet, rose-pink essence threading through the earth like hidden rivers, distant mountains shimmering with starlight caught in their peaks.

This world was tied to his own cosmos, shifting and evolving as he did.

Right now, it was only a thought away from becoming whatever he wished.

“You’re not wrong—there will always be someone stronger, ready to pull the weaker into their schemes,” Elysia said, perched on his shoulder.

Her tiny form radiated warmth, long white hair brushing his neck like silk, four delicate horns curving elegantly, crimson eyes gleaming with playful mischief as her twelve wings fluttered, scattering motes of rose-pink light.

Ash knew the feeling all too well…

Hell, he’d been the cause of countless tragedies.

Worlds, kingdoms, and countless others had fallen because they were simply too weak.

But that endless cycle of predator and prey was wearing thin, echoing in his mind like a tired refrain.

“Hehe, I like that you’re finally using your mind,” Elysia giggled, fully aware of his thoughts—her voice a warm, knowing chime speaking directly into his ears.

He smiled and said, “Well, from today, reality will be broken in every sense of the word.” He meant it in every way—literally, metaphorically, and beyond.

He would shatter this place, not just worlds or galaxies, but the very fabric of existence itself, tearing it down until nothing remained.

The resolve was cold and unshakable in his chest, a quiet fire that burned without warmth.

He didn’t know what others would see him as, and he didn’t care; in the end, he would be closer to what he sought.

Omnipotence, and possess power to never be a victim again.

The Lower Dimension was already under the grasp of something—or someone—tainted possibly beyond saving, and who knew what the other Dimensions might hold?

Ash had no intention of being a hero.

On his path to Omnipotence, he would make this entire existence unrecognizable.

“How hypocritical~” Elysia teased him as he summoned The Codex—the tome materializing in his hand with a soft hum, pages whispering like wind through infinite voids.

“Yea I am… so what?” He responded with a laugh.

He began writing in The Codex, a book that could only encompass the range of his power.

With just a year remaining before the Grand Cosmic Convergence, he resolved to stop waiting and focus on filling his inner cosmos—especially now that he had a way to drastically shorten the time needed.

“And so, The Primordia Haven vanished from Venia, finding its place within The Primavus Origin’s inner cosmos.”

That’s all it took before Ash and Elysia found themselves seamlessly inside the Galaxy in Ash’s inner cosmos—the transition smooth as breath, reality folding around them like silk.

He could’ve easily done it himself, but he was having fun with Authoring Potential.

He filled the blank pages, creating world after world.

Unlike the very first, these weren’t as extraordinary, yet each sprang from Authoring Potential.

From countless seeds he already possessed, he simply wrote…

“And so, all the seeds within The Primavus Origin’s Cosmos multiplied without end, birthing millions of fully formed worlds.”

From those multiplied seeds came silent bursts of light and matter—continents flowing from molten essence, oceans of liquid starlight, atmospheres spun from pure potential.

Once the worlds were done, he shaped more galaxies until his inner cosmos overflowed.

The scenes were nothing short of mythical—rose-gold nebulae laced with veins of void, stars burning in unnamed colors, gravity twisting in impossible loops, realms layered like translucent veils, each revealing infinite versions of itself.

At the center drifted Originat Haven—a vast supercontinent bathed in eternal twilight auroras, crystalline spires piercing rose-pink clouds, oceans of liquid essence kissing shores of star-forged marble, the air alive with the quiet pulse of creation, a perfect nexus radiating boundless potential.

Now although he was simply writing his book the process of having so many things actually manifest and form completely it indeed took some time.

However, with his time dilation, he had more than enough time remaining.

“Your MP is now enough for the entire universe,” Elysia said proudly, her tiny form glowing brighter on his shoulder, wings fluttering with excitement.

His MP had always been tied to the structures of his Cosmos, which was why before he could only travel to or cover a single galaxy.

But now, his reach extended to the very fabric of the universe—any universe he was in.

He then wrote one final line.

“And so, the Primavus Cosmos became home to both lesser and greater Primavus, born directly from its Origin. It would be alive with endless opportunities, sparking competition, fostering loyalty, and fueling the pursuit of power.”

In that moment, Ash stopped everything to watch as Primavus were born from threads of blood flowing from him—countless multicolored strands stretching out like living veins, linking to worlds and galaxies, weaving new beings into existence across the vast expanse.

They emerged in bursts of starlight, wings unfurling, horns crowning, and eyes opening to the infinite potential of their new home.