Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 233: Returning Home – Meeting New Faces

And with five Galaxies falling under the ruling of the Originat their nexuses all spoke to them at once.

[It’s time for you guys to reunite with Master.]

Hearing this each of the Originat Branch leaders, including the four Valkyries. They all rose from their respective thrones and Galaxies each bearing the same smile. Although they had seen Ash recently in the past year.

[A/N: Celeste and Kaelthyr won’t be present yet.]

They had no time to truly reconnect, that was at a time when all of them were battling with various conflicting emotions. However, now they all completed their task and aside from the Valkyries each of them had their own branches of the Primavus bloodline and Originat Clan.

And with a simple thought the tattoos on each of them glowed faintly and each of them disappeared into the Originat Haven.

The Originat Haven unfolded around them in soft waves of rose-pink light—a sprawling supercontinent glowing under endless twilight auroras, with crystalline spires standing like friendly sentinels and oceans of liquid starlight washing against marble shores streaked with promise.

The air was warm, alive with the gentle pulse of home.

One by one, they appeared—portals shimmering open in gentle flashes of light, figures emerging with the ease of victors coming home.

After what felt like decades away, stepping into the Haven left them awestruck by the changes.

The supercontinent had grown in size and splendor, and the vast cosmos was now scattered with countless galaxies and breathtaking celestial formations.

[A/N: No, they cannot see nor interact with the Primavus race currently!]

Nia was the first to arrive—towering at 6’7″, with long jet-black hair streaked with white, flowing like rivers of obsidian.

Four black-and-white horns curved into a regal crown above her head, while a void-black sun mark pulsed on her forehead.

Behind her, twelve enormous wings of multicolored flames, edged in consuming crimson, spread wide, casting shadows that seemed to hunger.

Her presence alone warmed the air with obsessive intensity.

Seris was the next to arrive, now standing an impressive 6’8″ with two long braids of red and white. Her flawless alabaster skin was unmarked, and her wings had grown significantly, their feathers a striking blend of white and red.

The twins, Kael and Caelan, showed up side by side, lightning dancing between them in strange, looping patterns.

Kael crackled with positive charge—his wild silver hair streaked with electric blue, storm-gold eyes burning bright, along with four horns and wings to match. His whole body buzzing with a force that pushed everything away.

Caelan was a perfect blend of striking features—his hair a deep void-black streaked with gravitational purple, eyes a heavy, mesmerizing violet. His four horns matched, void-black with delicate purple veins, and his dark purple wings completed the look.

Thalion stepped through next—sleek and minimalist, silver hair streaming like lines of processed data, eyes like voids holding white calculators rimmed in algorithmic gold, scanning the crowd in an instant.

His alabaster skin was traced with faint circuit-like veins, robes flowing in shifting predictive patterns.

No wings, no horns—just a calm, overpowering sense of computation radiating from him like unseen webs.

Sonna followed, graceful and serene, her long, flowing hair a soft, pink and white harmony that chimed faintly with every step.

Her eyes were calm pools of peaceful blue that held pink music symbols, and her form was draped in robes woven from melodic threads that hummed gentle lullabies, her presence turning the very air into waves of quiet tranquility.

Vaeloria came after Sonna, embodying the sword maiden she truly was.

Her pure white eyes held only black full moons, mirrored by a matching moon on her forehead. She had flawless white horns traced with black veins and wings to match.

Her long hair, tumbling to her waist, was a vivid white streaked through with black.

Yonna was the last of the branch leaders to arrive—wild and fierce, her hair a storm of untamed crimson streaked with blade-silver, eyes blazing with unyielding fire.

Her body had grown more toned, yet despite countless sword battles, her alabaster skin stayed flawless. She wore storm-forged armor that crackled with razor winds, her sword at her side humming with steadfast fury.

—–

They met in the central meadow—rose-pink grass swaying beneath their feet, distant spires glowing in greeting—and the reunion burst into joyful chaos.

Once they’d processed the fact that Ash had been busy with the cosmos, Nia stepped forward first, wings flaring in dramatic fashion.

“Oh! Look at you all—finally finished playing queens?” Her voice held that familiar obsessive edge, eyes sweeping over them with possessive approval.

Sonna laughed softly, the melody in her voice easing the atmosphere.

“Nia, despite your appearance, you never change.”

Vaeloria shook her head.

“Her changing? Tsk, the day that obsessive freak changes will be the day I give up my sword.”

Yonna grinned mischievously, giving Sonna a playful punch on the shoulder that made her stumble.

“Hmph, I’m still annoyed you beat me to conquering the galaxy. You’re just way too OP.”

The twins laughed together. “Big sisters, come on—we turned Venia into our own personal playground. Not even a Branch Clan got away.”

Kael smirked and added, “They’re all under us now as Primavus!”

Thalion simply smiled faintly, eyes flickering as he processed their banter.

“Efficient conquests. His Majesty would have it no other way.”

“Oh, cut it out, Old Man. How long will you keep calling Ash ’His Majesty’?” Seris teased, her braids whipping in the wind.

Thalion gave a wry smile at the remark but chose to stay out of it.

He couldn’t help himself—after all, even after being away from Elaris and Velora for some time, he’d spent over six centuries as the King’s attendant.

When Ash took over, addressing him that way just felt natural. As the man backed down, the group erupted into laughter, the banter carrying on without pause.

They went from observing each other’s changes to realizing just how much they had all grown.

Showing off some of their new powers, it turned into a heartfelt reunion—one that was long overdue after the last time the group had been together.

But it all came to a halt with a single question.

“So, what reward did you all get?” Caelan asked, and before any of the men could answer, the women all spoke at once.

“Ash’s child!”

Silence

The women locked eyes like arch-nemeses.

Nia’s gaze burned. “First. Me.”

Yonna grinned with a playful snarl. “Over my broken blade!”

Sonna hummed with mock rivalry. “My lullaby will put you all to sleep—so I’m going first.”

The women tuned out the men completely—competition igniting in yandere flames, banter turning to fierce claims.

“He loved me first!”

“So what? I’m the one he gave his virginity to!”

“I’m the one who goes the longest in bed!”

“Hmph, I’m the sweetest, so he loves me the most!”

As the women argued, the three men exchanged knowing glances.

They couldn’t hide their excitement at the thought of Ash having children.

For the twins, it would be like gaining a younger sibling, and for Thalion, it was simply another Chapter in the glorious tale he was proud to be a part of.

Even so, they knew better than to interfere in the conversation, stepping back just as the air shimmered once more and three more women appeared.

Raven, Katherine, and Summer appeared, their expressions showing surprise as they looked at the group.

The instant they arrived, the earlier commotion faded, and every gaze turned toward them. All of Ash’s lovers had heard of these three women from his stories, albeit only faintly.

Still, it was clear at a glance that they were Primavus—equal in strength or just below theirs which could only mean one thing… they were his lovers, or very close to it.

All three women stood just as beautiful as the rest, but that wasn’t the focus at all. Vaeloria, Seris, Sonna, and Yonna smiled in unison as Nia approached, the suns in her eyes glowing faintly.

“Hm, Raven, Katherine, and Summer, right?” she asked, circling the group and tapping her chin. She took a moment to inspect them, judging their beauty and other trivial details.

Raven and the others felt a bit unsettled by her behavior but kept things respectful and simply nodded.

“Right, former Vampires of the Nocturne.”

Those words made Nia halt, her gaze locking with Raven’s.

“That’s right, Raven, you were on the projection. While we were getting our asses kicked… good thing you’re Primavus now,” Nia said with a chilling smile.

Then, as her mood shifted abruptly and her yandere side surfaced, she began bombarding the women with rapid questions.

She looked at each of them and asked, “Tell me, do you truly love Ash? Would you burn worlds for him, shatter minds, consume anything that dares to threaten him?”

For women like these three, the answer was obvious.

Katherine and Summer had been tortured beyond measure for the man, and Raven had literally died because of his whims.

Katherine smiled gently, her gaze unwavering. “More than you know.”

Summer nodded with fierce conviction. “We endured hell for him, and I’d gladly do it again. Our love is eternal.”

Raven’s voice rang hollow yet full of devotion. “He is my everything. Even hollowness bows to him.”

The tension softened into cautious acceptance, their shared devotion closing the distance between them.

Just as everyone was starting to get to know each other, another shock came—space twisted, and more portals appeared.

Light flared as Valkyries arrived in rose-pink bursts.

Sylvie, Lithia, Diana, Mira—radiating traditional Primavus glory with long white hair, six immense wings, alabaster skin, and gracefully curving horns.

“Big bro really needs to teach me his tricks…” Kael muttered, watching another round of Q&A unfold. But the more they chatted with the Valkyries—Sylvie and Lithia in particular—the more shocked they became.

“He did what?!” all the women exclaimed, even Sylvie, who had yet to share any intimacy with Ash beyond his touches.

Lithia grinned mischievously, her wings giving a playful twitch. “What? Are you deaf?”

“I said he fucked billions, ladies. We had massive orgies… Ah, the good times.”

Gasps, blushes, competitive glares—banter exploding anew.

Everything paused as Elysia appeared—first small and adorable atop a drifting petal, then unfolding into her full, ethereal form.

Her long white hair shimmered like moonlight, four elegant horns crowning her head, twelve translucent rose-pink wings unfurling, and dual-colored eyes gleaming with ancient mischief.

Her presence was as divine and unknowable as Ash himself, and she hovered there as though the cosmos were hers—which, in a sense, they were.

“His Majesty… another one?” Thalion muttered under his breath, sensing that a battle royale was about to erupt.

“Alright, enough talk. Let’s get down to business.”

The room fell silent—everyone recognizing that familiar Nexus tone, now laced with warmth and playful authority, echoing through the Haven like a cherished order.

“N…nexus?”

The reunion halted eyes locking on the Primavus Spirit who ruled it all.