Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 240: Fractured Harmony: Revelation in Chaos

Nia, Vaeloria, Seris, Sonna, Yonna, Thalion, Caelan, and Kael stood before their branches, each radiating a power that made their past selves feel small.

The air around them shimmered with layered auras that subtly bent the void, their essences humming together in a restrained harmony, eyes lit with the quiet confidence of rulers who had shaped empires from nothing.

The four Valkyries, joined by Kaelthyr, Celeste, Katherine, and Summer, stood on an equally elevated plane—their presences richer, more refined, wings and auras casting soft, rose-pink light that gently illuminated the cosmic road ahead.

They all knew what this day meant—it wasn’t just a display of strength.

Today was the moment the Originats—no, the whole Primavus race—would step onto the Universal stage, the vast emptiness around them holding its breath, distant stars twinkling as if in eager anticipation.

What better occasion than the Convergence of the mightiest beings?

Ash smiled, offering only, “Have fun… and go all out.”

His voice, casual yet commanding, drifted through the void like a soft decree, sparking billions of auras to life.

At once, the masses moved—the cosmic road pulsing with sudden energy, legions aligning in flawless harmony, the distant Spire stirring with waves of power as ancient eyes lifted to the heavens.

He glanced at the still-stunned group beside him and said, “You can deal with these ants… I’ve got an old friend to catch up with,” before slipping out of sight,

His presence erased by the Hollowness he copied from Raven, his essence fading into nothing, leaving only a few soft rose-pink motes drifting in the air.

High in the vast void of the universe, Primavus dotted the cosmic road, spread out in neat formations, waiting for the signal to move.

The emptiness buzzed with their contained energy, billions aligned across light-years in disciplined stillness, the atmosphere tense and electric, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

As Ash’s words rang out, Seris drifted forward—alone at the vanguard, astride a massive galaxy sized alabaster-scaled dragon.

Its wings, woven from pure summon concept, folded around her like living shields, eyes blazing with imperious authority, breath spilling faint rifts that whispered of infinite legions beyond.

She appeared to be the only leader without billions of troops at her back—alone against the void—but how could that be?

The Imperious Summoner didn’t need vast armies, because wherever she was, her forces were too—the air around her thrumming with latent summons, reality itself poised for her slightest command.

HUMMMMM!

In an instant, not even a thought was needed… only the slightest feeling was enough for her summons to appear.

WOOOSH!

ROARRRR!!!

CRACK!!!!

In that instant, billions of creatures burst forth across the void, forming flawless strategic lines.

Phantom phalanxes solidifying into unbreakable walls, spectral siege beasts thundering into place on the flanks, aerial legions of war-dragons darkening the skies, and ground forces of colossal, summoned behemoths crashing into existence.

All arranged with perfect precision, surrounding their foes before they could even respond.

“We are the Infinite Vanguard of the Originat!”

She spoke with cold eyes and the steely poise of a true general—her voice resonant and unwavering, carrying through the void like an unbreakable decree.

Two daggers hovered menacingly at her back, orbiting with quiet threat, while her wings beat in restrained power that bent the space around her.

“And today, we shall bathe in the blood of this dimension’s finest!”

Her words rang out, and within seconds every gaze was drawn to her—the vast stretches of the Convergence shifting focus, ancient auras sparking with sudden caution.

With her daggers still circling and wings stirring the air, she unleashed her talents—essence surging in visible waves. Ash had told them not to hold back… so she wouldn’t.

Not that she had planned to, anyway.

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It was a force that made her commands absolute, turning them into law as long as it remained in effect—the air growing heavy with an unshakable weight, reality itself twisting to her will in unseen chains.

“Attack and let none survive!”

GRRROARRRRR!!!!

RUMBLEE!!!!

SHRIEEKKKK!!!!!

Billions of roars echoed through the void as countless summons materialized in an instant, surging forward in flawless, devastating unison—waves of force crashing ahead, making the universe tremble under the assault of an endless vanguard.

——

BOOOOM!!!!

BOOOOM!!!!!

Chaos erupted as the void burst into cataclysmic clashes, essences flaring in explosions that tore through nearby realms, with screams and roars merging into a wild symphony of war.

Layla, Archie, Seraphiel, and Aeloris remained locked in a tense standoff against the Void Serpent Progenitor, Eternal Frost Giant, Dragon Rep, and several others—the spire’s air alive with crackling power, auras colliding like raging storms.

It was clear they were outnumbered… and those who didn’t side with the Tyrannus weren’t about to help anyone else either.

They just gathered their scions, descendants, and so on, then vanished—portals flaring open in rushed retreats, ancient figures disappearing with treasured heirs, unwilling to gamble eons on a war that wasn’t theirs.

Not everyone was foolish, and not everyone was ready to die or fight to the death after so many years of life. They had come seeking knowledge that might lead to greater power, not an end that would cut their journey short.

So, as the Originats—Aurelia, Madison, and Elara—clashed, bursts of power flaring below like distant supernovas, Layla spoke.

“Hmph, I’ll handle that serpent whore.” She said as her usual easygoing tone had vanished—the words cold and final, aura sharpening like a drawn blade.

Not just that… she herself began to transform into an entirely different look.

Her dark hair transformed into long silver locks streaked with purple, flowing like cosmic rivers. Her eyes shifted to a deep purple, each holding nine pupils arranged in perfect circles, their gaze cutting through with absolute truth.

The instant her transformation occurred, she glanced at the Void Serpent, then at the eight other leaders.

A small smile played on her lips as she made no move—no, instead she settled into a cross-legged position in midair, her posture calm yet unyielding.

“We were never here in this moment; we’ve been battling in the voids of the universe for the last ten minutes.”

Layla’s words were simple, and as they left her mouth, she, the Void Serpent, and the eight leaders vanished as if they had never been there.

No—that wasn’t it.

They truly hadn’t been there for the past ten minutes…

Layla had grown tired of the Void Serpent’s threats and nonsense, deciding it was time to finally settle their grudges.

That was exactly what reality now accepted as truth. It didn’t rewrite memories—not unless she wanted it to—but she could impose Truths onto reality itself, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

“The… Lady of Truth?!” the Eternal Frost Giant rumbled in sudden dread, the blizzard around his colossal form faltering.

But it was far too late. A colder voice slipped into his ears—lazy, yet dripping with deceptive finality.

“I didn’t kill the Eternal Frost Giant over and over. No, he was… just… too… strong, and this ruling kept him alive.” The words, thick with sarcasm, made the Frost Giant turn his head toward the voice, his movements unnaturally compelled.

And there he saw Archie, though he no longer looked the same.

His hair resembled a galaxy, deep black streaked with purple and threaded with shimmering stars. His eyes mirrored Layla’s, except they were a light blue, holding deceptive depths that seemed to twist perception.

“Eterna—”

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

Before the Giant could finish speaking, he died—again and again—his body bursting into glacial shards that reformed only to shatter once more, blood spraying in frozen crimson arcs, his roars fading into gurgling silence as the cruel trick trapped him in an endless cycle of death.

Archie watched it all with lazy fascination, his grin widening as he pulled a few leaders into separate battlefields of twisted truth, bending the rules to his whim.

“The Lady of Truth… and The Eternal Deceiver…” Aeloris and Seraphiel muttered in unison, their voices laced with awe and quiet vindication, auras flaring in recognition of legends long lost.

It was a revelation that shook the ground—two beings born in the 9th Cosmic Cycle who had mysteriously vanished.

They pushed aside those stray thoughts and smiled, eyes shining with shared resolve.

HUMMMM!!!!

FWOOOOM!!!

Flames and a vibrant aura filled the room—Seraphiel’s rebirth fire sweeping in radiant waves, while Aeloris’s vitality burst forth in vines of everlasting growth that wove through the spire—then the two advanced together, striking at the last traitors with seamless fury, the Eternal Spire quaking under the unleashed power of the progenitors.