Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 250: Creara, I Exist To Spoil Him!

After getting over all his changes, Ash continued with the codex in hand he began to write.

“And so, every seed holding bloodlines, races, or any possible aspect or cheat had evolved 1,500 times. Then, all the evolved races and bloodlines merged flawlessly into the Primavus Origin… and his bloodline reached its completed form.”

[A/N: By completion, I’m talking more about the unnamed essence that had been slowly transforming his bloodline. In the past, he had to wait an entire world’s era for it to be fully realized.]

HUMMMMM!!!!!

A blinding white light spread across the void like the birth of something magnificent—pure, searing, yet gentle, washing over the infinite expanse in waves that hummed with the rhythm of creation itself.

Countless seeds—each a spark of potential adrift like dormant stars in rose-pink darkness—flared to life together. They pulsed, split, and blossomed in swift succession.

Void Serpent seeds unfurled into abyssal grace, scales of living shadow deepening without end; Eternal Frost Giant seeds crystallized into towering, unyielding majesty, ice veins threading through timeless cold; Fox seeds burst with playful, spectral tails weaving threads of fate.

Elven seeds spread like ancient groves, starlit green leaves blooming with the quiet song of harmony; Phoenix seeds exploded in silent supernovas of rebirth flame, ashes cycling into ever-brighter glory.

Countless others—storm whales singing gravitational hymns, shadow lynxes stalking the conceptual void, luminous deer with antlers branching infinite possibilities—unfolded in cascading brilliance, origins awakening in perfect unison.

The evolutions came together—currents of refined essence streaming toward Ash like rivers finding their way back to the sea, enveloping him in a cocoon of pure white light streaked with rose-gold, immense yet personal, pulsing with the shared heartbeat of countless beginnings.

Within, his form began to shift and refine.

Slowly, his wings dissolved into faint motes drifting away like departing stars, while his body streamlined into tall, graceful human proportions—effortless in their divine balance.

His skin was alabaster, smooth as moonlit marble with a subtle elven glow, and his features sharpened yet softened into a beauty that felt timeless.

High cheekbones took shape, pointed ears curved elegantly, and silver-white hair flowed like starlit rivers. Four horns remained—sleek arcs of rose-gold essence crowning his brow.

His eyes were pure white voids, yet alive with swirling colors—crimson flames, emerald groves, abyssal shadows, prismatic foxfire, and icy blues—all dancing in infinite depth.

When Ash was done, he didn’t bother to see how much time had slipped by or even look at himself.

Instead, he just kept writing, the codex pages turning with a calm, steady rhythm.

“And so, all the evolved aspects and cheats came together in the Primavus Origin’s new heart—not just any heart, but the Second Primavus Spirit.

She will be Creara, the Ineffable Genesis, the purest embodiment of everything I possess.

Like her sister Elysia, she would be my companion, but her purpose will be creation. She will be the architect of my ever-growing dimension, the embodiment of my wantlessness made real.”

The void answered with a gentle, expectant hush—its evolved aspects and hidden tricks taking shape as countless shimmering orbs of pure potential, drifting before Ash and Elysia like stars caught in motion.

HUMMMM!!!

They came together, merging in a radiant bloom, light weaving itself into an ethereal form.

A beauty of divine simplicity emerged, with long flowing hair of rose-gold essence that shifted like living creation, eyes like vast white voids ringed with infinite swirls of color reflecting Ash’s own.

Four graceful horns curved elegantly, echoing Elysia’s perfection, their presence warm and effortlessly complete.

The moment her eyes opened—pure white, swirling with lively essences—she flashed a playful grin, teasingly sticking out her tongue at Elysia before darting forward in a joyful blur and merging into Ash’s chest in a gentle burst of light.

Where once only essence flowed, a heart now beat—warm and rhythmic, adding the pulse of creation to his being.

Creara had become one with him, her playful laughter faintly echoing in his being as wantlessness took shape.

With everything in place, Ash was just a step away from ending his seclusion.

Unbeknownst to him, 1,500 years had passed within his cosmos—equal to 150 years outside. Yet the final step might take longer than all the rest.

Because as much as everything he just did… this would perhaps be the biggest and most absurd thing of it all.

One must not forget whether it was the now Multiversal Container, Elysia, or Creara each and everything was connected to him.

So… when he went through a personal evolution, everything else would follow.

Completely absurd yet beaming with the biggest smile, he began the transformation within himself.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

And with that, the largest cocoon yet had enveloped him—boundless in scale, its rose-gold essence swirling with endless layers of possibility, paradoxes, and unified transcendence, filling the void like a newborn cosmos coming to life.

For the multiversal container, Elysia and Creara, their transformations would happen in an instant, unfolding the moment his evolution ended—the air buzzing with anticipation, humming like distant thunder.

In the meantime,

“Hmph, just so you know, I’m the eldest… and I’ll always be master’s finest,” Elysia huffed with a pout, arms folded as she eyed her new sister, her white eyes narrowing in playful possessiveness.

Creara giggled, covering her mouth with delicate fingers, her elegant gaze—pure white voids swirling with the same rose-gold and multicolored essences as Ash and Elysia—sparkling with warm mischief.

“Elder Sister, don’t worry,” she said softly, voice like the gentle chime of creation’s first note.

“I’m not here to compete. You exist to pursue his betterment… Hehe, I exist to spoil him!”

She drifted upward with easy elegance, her hands moving at impossible speed—streaks of rose-gold light swirling through the emptiness like threads of pure creation, reaching for nothing seen yet drawing from an endless well of “haves.”

HUMMMM!!!!!!

The multiversal container stirred—an endless stretch of rose-pink emptiness, a canvas brimming with untapped possibility—suddenly bursting into a brilliant, radiant bloom.

Universes burst into existence in cascading waves.

Radiant realms of crystalline harmony where laws and concepts sang in endless choruses, galaxies of consuming fire that destroyed only to rekindle brighter stars, infinite branches of chaotic duality where opposites blended into perfect unity.

Voids of absolute severance ending yet looping in paradox, cosmic webs of fate and karma spinning destinies without end, primal swarms of wild beasts locked in eternal cycles of predation.

Tranquil groves of music blooming across the dimension, shifting illusions veiling realities that changed at whim—countless more.

It was teeming with countless races, for while one universe was home to the Primavus, the other cradled every race born of the Primavus bloodline.

From nine-tailed celestial foxes weaving starlit dreams to frost-veined eternal giants reigning over frozen infinities, all were transcendent, extraordinary, and alive with a breath and pulse beyond comprehension.

The container kept filling without end, universes stacking upon universe in perfect harmony, possibilities unfolding without boundaries, the emptiness pulsing with the rhythm of pure creation, and rose-gold light casting an endless dawn across the vast expanse.

As Elysia and Creara watched the multiversal container transform from nearly empty to brimming with endless possibilities—galaxies spinning in fresh splendor, ethereal forms gliding in serene majesty—Creara spoke, her voice warm with devoted delight.

“Hehe, whatever he desires, he shall have… and with me, there will never be a reason for him to wait.”

Elysia smirked with a nod, pout fading into fond approval, wings settling.

“Well, little sister, not bad. As long as you know your responsibilities.”

And so, the two of them set off to explore the new multiverse—wandering hand in hand through blossoming universes, their laughter echoing gently as they uncovered marvels—while their master embarked on an evolution that would span 50,000 years… or just 5,000 years in the outside world.