Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 259: An Efficient Slaughter

Once everyone was finished and prepared, Nia walked up to the nearest fountain herself.

The towering pillar of living crystal responded before she even touched it—its surface rippling like water struck by a pebble, soft light shifting to greet her intent.

She placed her palm flat against the crystal and closed her eyes for only a second.

She pictured two things.

A wide-range teleporter capable of moving both branches of troops and every allied leader to their precise destinations in perfect synchronization.

She needed something crafted specifically to counter Absence. Like everyone else, she didn’t know much about him. Still, according to Thalion’s calculations, all it would take was something capable of sealing the void itself.

The fountain gave a single hum—deep, resonant, almost affectionate.

Then light exploded inward.

At the point of contact, two artifacts formed in mid-air, hovering before her.

The first was a sleek obsidian disc, shield-sized and edged with rose-gold circuitry that pulsed like living veins.

Its flawless surface seemed bottomless, like staring into an infinite well of coordinates.

When Nia’s fingers brushed it, she felt the entire multiverse mapped inside—every coordinate, every weak point, every spatial fold—locked and ready.

This wasn’t just any teleporter—it was the Translocation Matrix, able to instantly move armies, individuals, and even abstract concepts across any distance or barrier in the universe.

At the same time, it would lock down every possible escape route, sealing spatial rifts and void-folds the moment it finished. No teleportation, no flight, no phasing, no hidden dimensions—everything shut tight the instant the strike began.

The second artifact was smaller, a palm-sized sphere of pure void-black crystal shot through with thin veins of rose-gold light.

It pulsed slowly, like a heartbeat in reverse.

When Nia lifted it, she felt its purpose instantly.

Nullpoint Anchor.

A counter built solely to oppose Absence.

The instant it was triggered in his presence, it flipped absence inside out—forcing him into full manifestation, turning emptiness into glaring overexposure, and quiet into an overwhelming roar.

It didn’t destroy him, but made him exist—completely, painfully, and without escape—tearing away the ease of nonexistence and leaving him exposed, tangible, and mortal for as long as the anchor remained.

Nia exhaled once—satisfied—then turned to her troops.

It was important to note that it still consisted entirely of women.

The idea of more women being around Ash did irritate her, but considering the way he lived, it wouldn’t matter if she tried to shut him off from the world. Somehow, a new woman would find her way to him.

That’s why she decided women were better—she couldn’t stand the idea of being around men for too long.

Even now, she despised it, but the situation left her no choice.

Directly in front of her and Katherine stood their branches, with all the other leaders positioned beside them.

To the left was Ash’s Eternal Guard—tall, fierce, and beautiful women clad in void-black armor etched with rose-gold infinity symbols.

Much like their intense, yandere-like leader, their eyes burned with obsessive loyalty, not only for Nia but also for the man they had never met in person.

They stood in flawless formation, weapons drawn, ready to kill or die for their lady and their Origin.

On the right was the Bloody Originat Covenant, one of the newer branch clans of the Originat. It was of course Katherine’s, which were all women too. Much like Nia’s they all waited in silent, disciplined grace.

“Wh… why do they all look more unhinged than the Narakava?” Sola asked, eyeing the billions of troops with a puzzled expression.

“You have no idea…” Shia muttered as Nia spoke, her voice rising—clear and commanding, yet tinged with an obsessive pride that somehow radiated warmth.

“Eternal Guard. You know what we are. You know who we fight for. Today we end a war that’s gone on too long. No survivors among their leadership. No mercy. No hesitation. We will paint their Universe Primavus red! For Ash! For us!”

Katherine stepped up beside her, voice steady yet laced with quiet devotion.

“Bloody Covenant! Blood means loyalty. Silence means devotion. We isolate, we bind, we drown. No escape. No second chances. Let them understand what it truly means to stand against what’s his.”

“FOR HIM!”

“FOR THE ONE!”

Both legions unleashed a single, powerful roar—brief, unified, and resonating to the core—before the world sank into a silence that was absolute and unbroken.

“Haha! Now these troops are my kind of style!” Kaelor said with a manic laugh, earning a death stare from Nia and Katherine.

“Erase such foolishness from your mind,” Katherine said, her blood-red gaze darkening.

“Each and every one of these women belongs to him and him alone… whether he desires them or not. No one else shall so much as touch a single hair, or they will die—no matter the relationship.”

“Heh, you’re making me want to meet this mysterious person,” Lirael said, feeling her blood begin to boil at the thought of someone wielding enough power to influence so many.

Those words eased the tension, and Katherine’s mood flipped completely.

“Pfft, I’d hope you steer clear of that grandson of yours.”

Nia chuckled too, and as the others looked on in confusion, she lifted the obsidian disc.

THRUM!

It came to life with a low, resonant hum, rose-gold circuitry blazing to brilliance.

Space split apart in flawless unison, hundreds of rifts unfolding like sharp, deliberate wounds in the void.

Every tear lined up perfectly with the weak points Thalion had marked.

The leaders beside Nia and Katherine moved first—this was their war, after all. Shia stepped into the first rift, bound for Zion’s eastern command.

Sandra took another, heading straight for Nyx’s central forge nexus.

Ignis Drakon and Sola disappeared into theirs, targeting the Tyrannus fire-lords.

Umbra and Ebon Reven slipped into shadow-veils, hunting the shadow-weavers.

Thunderforge and Crystalveil charged into storm-front portals, while Temporal Echo and Fateseer phased into chronomancer vectors.

Behind them, the legions advanced in disciplined waves—Eternal Guard and Crimson Veil surging through like twin tides of doom.

Nia and Katherine stepped through the final rift together both of their task were pretty simple… Katherine needed to quickly reinforce Shia while Nia, she would deal with Lester and Victoria.

Before leaving, she turned to Tylor and Lirael.

“Grandfather and Grandmother…” The words felt so strange on her tongue that she winced slightly.

“You two just sit back and get ready… to claim your rightful bloodlines.~”

The rifts closed sharply behind them.

Silence.

In the blink of an eye, a projection materialized before them—rose-gold letters floating in the air, ticking down from exactly three minutes and seventeen seconds.

Sandra’s fight was personal, so it didn’t count toward the timer, though it still appeared alongside the others as its own crimson marker.

The final slaughter began.

—–

Shia and Katherine, despite starting at different times, arrived together—rifts tearing open in flawless unison.

Zion’s eastern rift command was a fortified spire of black iron and chaotic runes, the air thick with fractured fate-bindings that twisted like living chains.

He stood at the center, empty sockets stretched in fractured delight.

For over eight centuries, he’d been clinging to what remained of his sanity.

Thanks to Shia’s aspect, once it consumed a mind, there was no chance of recovery. His silver hair whipped in unseen winds as his hands lifted to weave another ripple of chaotic fate.

He never saw them coming.

The rifts opened behind him—silent, deliberate.

Katherine stepped through first.

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t call on any talent or skill. She simply existed—the embodiment of blood, loyalty, and relentless devotion.

Her crimson eyes locked on Zion.

A raw surge of blood essence rippled outward—no flashy moves, no grand display—just an unseen wave of complete control over the crimson flow of life.

Zion stopped mid gesture.

Every drop in his veins turned against him.

In an instant, it tore him from his talents, stripping away every ounce of power tied to his chaotic fate bindings, his commanding gaze, and his seer bloodline.

The very essence that fueled him was ripped out—sealed behind an unyielding wall of obsessive devotion, loyal only to Katherine.

His chains of fate unraveled midair, collapsing like cut threads.

He stumbled, his strength bleeding away as if someone had yanked the plug on his existence. Zion’s mouth fell open in shock, his eyeless sockets somehow widening.

“What—?”

Katherine didn’t smile. She just turned and slipped back through her rift—vanishing as quickly as she’d appeared—leaving him broken and cut off from his own power.

Shia wasted no time as she sprang into action. Her broken yet ecstatic grin stretched wide, the third eye on her forehead radiating a manic gleam.

“Hey, little seer boy… miss me?”

Zion turned—too late.

Shia lifted her hand.

|Euphoric Fracture Wave|

Her Talent burst outward—a wave of wild, ecstatic chaos ripping through his splintered mind like glass breaking in slow motion.

His fragile grip on sanity finally gave way.

Memories splintered into dazzling fragments—pain, fury, and pride melting into delirious joy at his own unraveling.

His body shook, eyeless sockets spilling silver tears of blissful ruin, his mind crumbling beneath the crushing weight of obsessive euphoria.

As the last threads of his sanity unraveled, they poured into Shia, carrying with them his mastery of Chaos and his command over Fate.

He collapsed to his knees, laughing and screaming in unison, fingers raking at his face as his shattered mind consumed itself in ecstatic ruin.

Shia tilted her head, her smile growing wider. Not much time had passed since it all began, and Thalion… well, he’d given her about forty seconds.

Forty seconds she fully intended to savor. Stepping toward the shattered Zion, her slender sword materialized in her grasp.

“Ah, let’s enjoy this a bit… Don’t you die too quickly.”

The countdown ticked.

Three minutes, nine seconds.