Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 360: The Endless Wave (2)

Ash tore through the endless hordes of the Eldritch, carving a massive path toward the inversion tunnel.

It wasn’t exactly a straight line—more like a sprawling swath stretching for miles.

As he’d told his wives, these creatures would keep regenerating as long as nonexistence lingered in the Null Firmament.

So, while he fought, he wielded Anchor to reshape the black grassy plains, jagged mountains, dark oceans, and more. Yet there was something strange, something unique about this place.

After all, why not just spread his mana infinitely and terraform the whole inversion at once?

Well, he could—but he couldn’t cover the entire inversion. It wasn’t that he lacked mana or divinity; it was simply that the Null Firmament was endless.

The farther you stretched your mana sense, the more land appeared. So, in the end, he only needed to terraform enough to ensure everything would remain stable once they left.

And while he did that, his women all were doing the same.

——

Morgana had clearly prepared herself to fight alongside Ash and the others, but the moment they moved, it was like witnessing a mythical display of power.

One she didn’t dare step into it, even with all her years of experience—these beings were unlike anything she had ever encountered.

Now, she watched as Aeloris floated high in the skies.

Before becoming Ash’s wife, she had been the Progenitor of the Elves.

Unlike countless others, her journey had always been smooth; she was a true golden child, sheltered and celebrated as one ought to be.

She was famous for her archery—though she hadn’t drawn a bow in years, simply because no one had proven themselves worthy.

Yet now, Morgana saw countless illusory bows forming one after another, each without an arrow.

From Aeloris, she sensed no mana—no, it was something far purer, stronger, and more ancient. What she felt was divinity itself, and Aeloris was drawing from an infinite well of it.

These bows weren’t formed by skill, talent, or even the power of the codex.

As a God, she was essentially already at the peak of her path. So, once she received divinity, the usage came like second nature.

It worked very differently from mana.

It wasn’t just about the energy used for skills or anything like that.

In Ash’s cultivation verse, Powers, Talents, and soon-to-be Skills didn’t require energy at all. Once granted by their Star, they were simply theirs to use.

Divinity, on the other hand, was like a power all its own.

With insight into their God or Constellation Star, one could create anything using star essence, as long as it was within their level of existence—be it as a 3D, 4D, 5D being, and beyond.

And as the Goddess of Growth… and The Unus of Archery, using Divinity along with Anchor.

Morgana stared in awe as Aeloris lifted both hands.

The air shimmered softly, and more bows began to appear—first hundreds, then thousands—forming perfect concentric rings around her towering hundred-and-ten-foot figure.

Each one was shaped from pure green growth-essence, its string thrumming with the quiet vibration of life ready to burst forth.

No arrows lay waiting; none were necessary.

Aeloris closed her eyes for a single heartbeat.

Then she opened them—her soft green irises now alight with the glow of newborn nebulae. She pulled her hand back as though gripping a bow.

And with her, they all pulled back—not just a handful, but hundreds, maybe more.

But All of them.

The motion was impossibly graceful—arms sweeping outward in a single fluid arc—and every bowstring sang at once.

TWANG! TWANG! TWANG!

Countless invisible arrows launched in perfect unison. The count was so large that, Morgana couldn’t even cover it with her mana sense.

But little did she know, they weren’t physical projectiles…. not in the typical sense.

They were seeds.

Each one carried a concentrated pulse of Growth-divinity and the Innate Power, Anchor.

The first wave of Reapers in her line of sight—already charging forward in their eerie, jerking silence—met the barrage head-on.

BOOM!!!!!!!!!

When an arrow-seed hit a Reaper, it didn’t pierce—it bloomed.

Golden-green tendrils burst from the impact, the roots of pure existence sinking into the void-made-flesh.

The Reaper halted mid-step as vines of growth and fresh vitality wove through its ribcage, coiled around its long limbs, and filled its empty skull.

The narrow slit on its cone-shaped head widened in what could have been silent panic—trying to hold still—but the vines only spread faster.

Grass emerged where there had been nothing.

CRACK!!!!

The black rubble under its feet broke, and a golden-barked tree with nebula-patterned leaves erupted skyward, its roots tearing through its back and digging deep into the earth.

The creature’s body unraveled—not violently, but gently, almost mercifully—as existence reclaimed what nonexistence had stolen.

And after dying… the Reaper didn’t return—it simply became part of the land.

One by one, seed-arrows hit their targets.

Reapers fell, turning into blooming groves, skeletal frames twisting into tree trunks, cone-shaped skulls sprouting branches heavy with golden fruit glowing faintly in green light.

The Curators fared no better.

When a seed-arrow pierced their parchment skin, their folded origami bodies unraveled—creases reversing, blank surfaces bursting with golden-green script that spun new histories, fresh narratives, new life.

Parchment tore softly away to reveal living flesh beneath, skin shifting from pale with nebula patterns drifting like far-off galaxies.

They didn’t die; they were rewritten into Unus loyal to Aeloris, faces once featureless now lit with gentle eyes and mouths singing quiet hymns of growth.

——

Morgana watched, her breath catching in her throat.

Her gaze swept over the battlefield, struggling to find words for what she was seeing.

Aeloris spammed arrows in a relentless barrage, but the other women were unleashing their own chaos in equally varied ways.

Madison, much like Ash, was right in the thick of it.

Without even tapping into her powers and relying solely on Divinity, she was tearing through the Eldritch. It lacked the precision of Aeloris, but it was far more brutal—she was drenched head to toe in black blood.

Teleporting all over the battlefield using nothing but her claws causing heads to roll, and new existences to bloom.

Katherine—well, Ash wasn’t the only one who could copy bloodlines.

Much like Raven, who since her rebirth had gained the ability to Eclipse whatever she desired, Katherine possessed her own ability that was similar.

Being the Goddess of Kinship, the Unus of Kinship…. the moment she took action, everything changed.

Using her Divinity, she simply declared that the Eldritch present were offshoots of her bloodline.

This allowed her to blend in with them—not through physical appearance, but through her very Aura.

Since these beings couldn’t really think, she simply took on an aura of nonexistence… then started destroying them from the inside out.

Morgana had lived through seventy-five cycles, witnessing the rise and fall of the mightiest, concepts consuming one another, and entire civilizations vanishing in a single breath.

Yet she had never seen anyone turn nothing into life so effortlessly. And it’s worth remembering—she didn’t lose connection to her main body until the second inversion.

She had some idea of how powerful the Eldritch were. It wasn’t much, but enough to know this was going to be far harder than it seemed.

After a long pause, she let out a breath—slow, deep, almost reverent.

“So, this is what it means to be his wife,” she murmured.

She looked down at the blooming land around her. From pure blackness, of grass, mountains and even oceans.

Now sprouted beautiful lands of multicolored grass plains, golden roads, and clear beautiful oceans.

Seeing all of this she formed a smile. One that was genuine, without any teasing thoughts.

“He…. gets me so horny~” She muttered as she continued to stand here and just watch.

Since they made it look so easy, why would she step in and just slow them down?