Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 471: Novels of Existence? – The Mutt

After sending off two of his daughters, Ash threw himself back into work.

There were two tasks on his mind, with one taking top priority currently.

“First, I’ll set up a proper plan for these fools,” he muttered, waving his hand to conjure a blank map.

The map floated in the air before him — a vast, empty expanse of glowing parchment stretching across the throne room, waiting to be shaped by his will.

Ash leaned back, golden eyes narrowing as he began sketching the first outlines of his plan.

The goal was simple: to ensure Lord Alchemy and the Prime Devourer suffered agonizing ends without granting them the mercy of a swift death.

In fact, the idea of being sealed was something that intrigued him—not because it would happen to him, but because even making it possible would only occur if he allowed it.

Still, he had no qualms about venturing into the lost reality.

To do so, he first needed to understand exactly what these two beings valued above all else.

Sure, one was into Alchemy and the other into Devouring, but was that really all there was to it?

Ash couldn’t be certain….

Even after scanning their very beings, he should have known everything, yet after reading Ten Lucky Draws… he realized things weren’t always so straightforward.

With his talent and strength aside, it wasn’t impossible for someone to conceal their true significance.

Much like Ancestor Seeker.

|Decree of The One|

The moment his decree took effect, he spoke only a few simple words.

“Both the Lord of Alchemy and the Prime Devourer will have their existences turned into a novel for my use.”

HUMMM!

In that moment, two thick, ancient-looking tomes materialized in the air before him.

The first was bound in dark, pulsing leather that seemed to breathe — the Book of the Lord of Alchemy.

The second was wrapped in shadows that constantly shifted and devoured the light around it — the Book of the Prime Devourer.

He smiled seeing these two, with a though they appeared on his lap.

“Oh, Lord of Alchemy… what do you value?” He muttered as he began reading.

—-

While Ash had begun to lay his scheme for those who schemed against him, a few of his wives were preparing to step out into True Reality.

However, before that, one of them had an old knot to fully let go.

Within the Sacred Dimension, in the Universe of Beast.

Madison walked alone through a dark, stone corridor deep beneath the surface. The walls were rough-hewn rock, damp and cold, with faint torches flickering every few paces.

This was Madison’s personal dungeon, a place that was honestly created for one reason.

At the end of the corridor stood a heavy iron door, reinforced with thick bars. Behind it was a large, bare cell.

Inside sat her father — the Beast Progenitor.

He was chained to the far wall, he was still looking gaunt and broken after over eight thousand years of imprisonment.

Even after being released by Lucy, nobody had tried healing him. Much less speaking to him…

His fur was matted and patchy, his eyes lifeless. At first, Madison only wanted to kill him for what she’d endured in her childhood.

But Ash and Aurelia had a different plan—break him mentally before finishing the job.

And the best way to do that was to show him just how powerful the one person he’d never given a chance had become.

Madison stopped in front of the bars.

The Progenitor lifted his head slowly, his voice raspy from disuse. Even though Madison had become much more beautiful and had changed quite a bit.

She was his daughter after all, and beast had a way of knowing when one of theirs were close.

“So… the little mutt finally comes to visit.”

Madison leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her tone even.

“Still holding on to that foolish pride, huh?” She said as she shook her head. “Honestly, I’m not here to fuss about old times… I just wanted to see you one last time before I move on.”

He gave a faint, bitter laugh.

“Move on? Just look at you,” he said. “All dressed up, surrounded by what… gods? But you’re still no beast. No matter what you’ve turned into, you’ll always be the same little mutt.”

Madison just shrugged.

None of this was new to her, since the time she could speak, walk and run… she had been forced into nothing but survival.

To be a beast and to live as one…. that was the way she was raised.

Imagine being a mere child in the midst of domains filled beast, being forced to kill or be killed.

Hunt or starve.

“I used to think the way I was raised was just… normal,” she said.

“Even though I always knew you wanted a proper heir, but instead you got a daughter, so you pushed harder, more ruthlessly than anyone else.”

“All because you believed women were only good for cleaning up after men.”

She paused, her voice calm and steady.

“Time and again, I adapted, survived, and grew stronger,” she said. “Now, I stand here before you as something you’ll never comprehend.”

Pushing off the wall, she tilted her head. “You say I’m not a beast, huh?”

In that instant, she drew her father into her sea of consciousness, giving him a fleeting glimpse of her true form.

Her true form… it was the most abominable yet most beautiful creature known to existence.

It shifted constantly — sometimes a twelve-headed, twelve-winged dragon with scales that gleamed like stars, wings that spanned entire horizons, each head roaring with a different primal force.

Other times it was a colossal wolf with fur made of living night, eyes like burning galaxies, claws that could tear through the fabric of Realities.

The form never settled, always changing, always more.

Her father’s mind fractured instantly at the sight.

The Beast Progenitor — once a being of immense pride and cruelty — screamed inside the mental space, his sanity crumbling as he witnessed something far beyond anything he had ever forced upon his daughter.

Madison’s voice echoed around him, calm and almost gentle.

“If I’m not… the beast… then what is this?”

Seeing his mind begin to break even more, she let out a soft chuckle.

With a thought she released him from her sea of consciousness.

With a casual wave of her hand, she stripped him of everything that had once made him the Beast Progenitor — his bloodline, his intellect, his memories of power and status.

He shrank rapidly, fur thickening, eyes dulling, until he was nothing more than a large, ordinary wolf — a mere beast with no higher thought, no cruelty, no past.

Madison opened the cell door.

She stepped aside.

“Go,” she said quietly. “Live the rest of your life as what you always treated others like. Like a mutt.”

The wolf that had once been the Beast Progenitor hesitated for a second, then bolted past her, disappearing down the corridor and into the wilds of the Universe of Beast.

Madison watched him go until he was out of sight.

She let out a long breath, the tension in her shoulders easing.

“Now… that’s done, let’s have some fun in Reality.”