Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 398: The Gear Turns

[A/N: Expect two small time skips. The first is four full months since the Eternal Masque. Which is about a three-month period.]

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“You know, when you said we were traveling across all dimensions… I thought we were in for an adventure,” Sia muttered, her pale blue hair flowing in the wind.

“Tch.” Fay clicked her tongue, sitting beside her. “We barely made it through one… so much for across all dimensions.”

In front of them, Seris hid her blush, maintaining the composure of a general.

“Who said our journey is over?” she remarked, seated atop the head of her dragon mount. For the past four months they have been inside of the Pluto Organism, traveling through the Lower and Middle Dimensions.

“Besides, my journey was never meant to be too tedious. I’m only building a compendium of beast… for a special dimension.” She then looked backwards with a small.

“And… I think you two should be trying to think of ways to win Sonna and Yonna over.”

Hearing that Sia’s and Fay’s teasing vanished. Still to this day, they weren’t wives in the truest since.

Sure, they were around without many mishaps, and most of the women accepted them.

This was mainly because of Ash—he wasn’t one for drama among his women, so they never let it happen.

It was simple enough, but one must not forget that Sia was the cause of much pain for Sonna, manipulating her back in the Orb of Origin.

While Sonna, the Goddess of Harmony, obviously held no grudges, Yonna was a different story.

Without going into detail, let’s just say she didn’t like the two very much.

“I… plan to talk to them about that,” Sia muttered, now regretting her actions—not so much for her own reasons, but because of the woman she now saw as a sister.

Seris smiled. “Well, you’d better have been practicing… Ash has called for us all to return.” Just before they stepped into the inner verse, she added,

“We’ll pick up where we left off once we return.”

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[A/N: Second time skip…. just know there is one month left outside before the big change mentioned in the last few Chapters.]

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Shia walked through the vast corridor of the Narakava Asuras’ new residence, her black hair swaying gently with each step.

The hall was grand yet austere, with walls of dark obsidian and tall pillars carved with scenes of ancient battles and conquests.

Torches of eternal black flame lined the path, casting long, shifting shadows.

Much like her mothers and sisters, she was an Unus now—one of Broken Madness.

She walked with a newfound quiet confidence, the power within her now a natural part of who she was. Still, her frame remained as slender and graceful as ever.

Reaching the towering doors of the main chambers, she pushed them open without pause.

Inside, the Asuras were already assembled.

Tylor, the Patriarch, sat at the head of a long obsidian table, his black hair neatly secured, and his sharp black eyes fixed intently on the glowing holographic map before him.

At his side stood Lirael, the Matriarch, her striking white hair streaked with vivid red framing a commanding presence, her elegant dark robes exuding both regality and quiet intimidation.

Kaelor, the younger brother of Sandra and Lysa, leaned casually against the table, muscular arms folded across his chest, his slightly disheveled black hair a familiar sight.

And, of course, the two who had once been separated—Sandra and Lysa—were already in attendance.

Sandra, black-haired and slender like her daughter, sat with impeccable posture, while Lysa, white-haired and thick-bodied, lounged lazily in her chair, one leg slung over the armrest.

The instant Shia walked in, every gaze shifted toward her.

Lirael’s eyes softened right away, though her tone still carried a trace of playful annoyance.

“Finally. I was starting to think my own granddaughter was avoiding me too,” she said with a slight curve of her lips.

“Still no sign of my grandson? That boy had better not be hiding from his grandmother.”

Shia offered a faint smile and a small, respectful bow.

“He’s… been busy, Grandmother. I’m sure he’ll come around to show his face before long.”

Lirael huffed, though the fondness in her voice was unmistakable.

“Busy, sure… last time he showed up, he even froze time!”

Sandra chuckled quietly, rising to wrap Shia in a brief hug.

“Since you’re here… I’m guessing he’s ready?”

“Right,” Shia confirmed with a nod, returning her mother’s embrace. “Ash is calling for a meeting.”

Lysa lounged in her seat, a grin on her face as she gave a lazy wave.

“About time. I was getting bored just sitting here, patching up our little corner of the realm.”

Kaelor gave a grunt and pushed himself off the table.

“Uh, are we invited too?”

Tylor gave a single nod, his calm, serious expression unchanged.

“Invited or not, we’ll get the Asuras ready.”

Lirael crossed her arms, still feigning annoyance.

“Like hell I’m waiting for an invitation. Just make sure my grandson doesn’t disappear again before I get to meet him properly. I’ve waited long enough.”

Shia gave a wry smile, unsure how to respond.

All this time, she hadn’t spoken properly to Ash or any of the others.

She and the rest of the Asura had been too busy rebuilding and organizing their people and allies.

“Well… let’s all go together then.”

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“Ah!” Vaeloria moaned out as she was laying on her back floating amongst universes.

After finishing up his expansion of his verse… That was now called Pantheos, he brough Vaeloria here.

He first implemented the first of many dimensions which can only be accessed by sword cultivators.

Sword Mountain and the River of Swords….

But that only lasted briefly as for the past month Ash had been fucking Vaeloria senselessly.

And currently, Ash found himself directly between her legs as he fucked her relentlessly. He leaned down to kiss her, ravaging her mouth with his tongue.

Once he pulled back, a line of saliva connected them briefly before breaking.

He grunted as he spoke with a smile, “You deserve a reward for finishing your goal early, right?”

Vaeloria’s only response was a broken moan as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.

Her pure white eyes were half-lidded; lips parted in ecstasy.

Ash thrust harder, deep and steady, the wet slap of skin echoing softly through the void. Vaeloria’s walls clenched around him, pulsing with every stroke as she arched her back.

“Fuck Master!”

Her nails raked down his back as she came hard, body shaking violently beneath him. Her inner muscles squeezed him like a vice, milking his cock as her orgasm crashed through her.

“Ugh!”

Ash groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt as he followed right after.

His hips stuttered, then pressed flush against her as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside her.

He kept thrusting through it—filling her until she was overflowing, until pure creamy white essence was leaking around his shaft.

They stayed locked together, panting heavily, bodies glistening with sweat as they floated among the stars.

Vaeloria let out a satisfied, breathless laugh, pulling him down for another slow, messy kiss.

“Mmm… best reward ever.”

He chuckled and after a few moments they got up as they began to clean themselves using Divinity.

“You still like to call me Master in bed, huh?” Ash teased, thinking she had only done that before because of the Contract they once shared.

Vaeloria blushed, wrapping her arms around his as she now wore a flowing black dress.

As she spoke, one by one, twelve black tails emerged behind her—each familiar, yet infinitely more ethereal than the fox tails she’d possessed years ago.

“I’ve been thinking… I miss my tails,” she said bluntly. “And… you are, and always will be, my Master~”

“Don’t you miss pulling on them?~” she teased, leaning into his ear as she stood on her tiptoes.

“Haha, don’t get me riled up again, Val.” Even as he spoke, he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her, his hands toying with her twelve tails.

“Mmh~” She moaned into his mouth, but before things could go further—

Pah!

He gave her a playful smack and, in the same motion, sent her teleporting into the Sacred Dimension with the others.

“I’ll be there shortly.”