Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 465: Welcome To True Reality (3) – The Witch

There was a reason each Reality were separated by the Threshold of existence.

Each Reality were something termed as Mana Realities, which essentially each verse were powered by mana. Though, the difference in each verse came not in the ranks of power, but the application of Mana usage.

And the Tenth Reality it was a Magic Mana Verse; one where they used spells and magic formations to manipulate the mana around them.

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Ancestor Seeker appeared in the waiting room of one of the top experts in the Tenth Reality.

The room had a quiet elegance, with dark wood paneling, shelves stacked with ancient leather-bound books, and a low table holding a steaming pot of tea.

Gentle light streamed through stained-glass windows painted with swirling spell circles.

She took a seat in one of the high-backed chairs and poured herself a cup of tea from the pot.

After taking a slow sip, she commented lightly,

“Hmm… A bit heavy on the bitterness today, but still pleasant nonetheless.”

At her words, the door at the far end of the room opened with a soft click.

Walking inside was a tall, regal woman who had long purple hair.

She looked as young and beautiful as any other woman in the cultivation world, dressed in a black robe embroidered with glowing sigils.

She crossed the room and took the seat opposite Ancestor Seeker, pouring herself a cup as well.

This woman, she was known as the Witch, one of the six ancestors of Tenth Reality. She also was responsible for protecting the entire Ninth Reality.

The Witch took a sip, then set her cup down with a soft clink.

“The deadline is not for another decade,” she said, her voice measured. “So, Seeker… Why are you here?”

Ancestor Seeker leaned back slightly, her warm brown eyes calm as she began to weave her scheme with careful subtlety.

“There’s a problem within Reality Nine… and the quota cannot be met this time,” she said, voice smooth and laced with just the right amount of concern.

At the sound of those words, The Witch immediately narrowed her eyes. Ancestor Seeker, she continued regardless… as she knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

“Not long ago, a rather mysterious faction appeared.” She said, “They call themselves, The Ineffable Pantheon… led by an even bigger enigma.”

She then continued spewing tales that weren’t exactly lies but not whole truths either.

With her speaking of Ash monopolizing the remaining mana stone generators and showing no intention of paying up. Something that was the biggest red flag of it all.

The Witch listened carefully, her sharp eyes never leaving Ancestor Seeker’s face.

As the protector of the Ninth Reality, she obviously knew how they gathered mana stones.

And hearing that the generators were monopolized was something that couldn’t be allowed to happen.

Ancestor Seeker paused, letting the implication settle as she ended her words by telling her about the Grand Ball.

The Witch’s expression shifted — a faint crease forming between her brows.

“With the power you and the other two Ancestors possess… I don’t see how it’s possible for someone to monopolize the generators so thoroughly.”

Ancestor Seeker smiled faintly, her voice smooth and deliberate. This was not something that brought her any problems at all.

In fact, she had been waiting for the Witch to bring this up.

“He’s from another unknown Reality.” She said as she knew this revelation it was something that would completely pull the Witch in.

“And… Possibly a long-lost one.”

The Witch’s eyes narrowed as she caught the implications immediately.

A long-lost Reality it didn’t mean one that existed outside the established eighteen realities, not exactly at least….

Long lost realities, they were exactly as they sounded. These realities once had a door inside the Threshold of Existence, but overtime they simply disappeared.

While now only eighteen were left, at one point in time there were thirty-six Realities. The thing is though… most times lost realities were empty and deserted.

Leaving nothing but endless resources.

The Witch was silent for a moment, then raised her hand.

From the door, two figures stepped into the room.

A young man and woman.

The young woman had sharp features and black-purple hair. Her eyes were a piercing amethyst, carrying the same calculating depth as her mother.

The young man had a calm, scholarly bearing, with neat white hair and eyes that seemed to hold entire libraries.

“These are my children,” the Witch said, nodding toward each in turn. “My daughter, Tyla, and my son, Eldrin. They’ll be at the ball in a year. They can watch… and make sure our interests are safe.”

Seeing the woman, Ancestor Seeker gave a wry smile and advised lightly,

“I would suggest not sending any women… at least not if you value their focus.”

Tyla scoffed, catching the implication immediately.

“I find no interest in men… only women.”

Ancestor Seeker only shook her head at those words. She didn’t know exactly how but…

’There’s no resisting that guy,’ She thought, ’Even I find myself drawn in at times…’

As those words passed across her mind, with a wave of her hand, a picture of Ash appeared in the air between them.

It was his newest form — he had long black and red hair, golden eyes with nine rings in each one, two infinity earrings glinting at his ears, and light brown skin that carried an almost ethereal glow.

BaDump!

“Hmm?” The Witch’s eyes narrowed the instant she saw the image.

She felt a slight, unwelcome pull — a subconscious tug of attraction that made her instinctively reinforce her mental wards.

She glanced at her daughter Tyla, who was staring at the picture with parted lips and slightly widened eyes, clearly affected.

Ancestor Seeker removed the image with another casual wave.

“See?” she said simply.

And The Witch didn’t hesitate.

HUMMM!

She raised her hand and placed a spell on her daughter — a subtle, intricate weave of sigils that settled over Tyla like a second skin.

It made her immune to any forms of charm, beauty, or anything that could hinder her focus.

Tyla frowned deeply, her cheeks flushing with anger and something more primal… even as the spell took hold and the lingering attraction only was sealed.

“…Disgusting,” she muttered, clearly irritated that she had even found him attractive for a second.

The Witch gave a small nod of acknowledgment.

“Well, then everything is all set.” She said, “They will come along with you, in one year I expect to hear good news.”

Ancestor Seeker stood, offering a polite but brief farewell.

“I sure hope so too~”

With that she turned and left the room without another word, stepping back through the archway.

The siblings shared glances at one another before following not long after.

And as they made their way back to Reality Nine, Ancestor Seeker…. she once again underestimated just how powerful Ash was.

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Within the Sacred Dimension, Ash he floated in the void surrounded by nothing at all. Since Phase Two began, he had been reviewing somethings with that final Champion.

And also preparing to resolve it as well.

But, in this moment his status went off.

[The Witch’s Affection – 1%]

[Tyla Bennet’s Affection – 10%]

“The Witch?” He muttered…..