Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 476: The Grand Ball Nears

As Nia’s path to transcend the Obsidian Devourer began, Ash, in the Sacred Dimension, felt his power swell.

“Oh?” he murmured, instantly sensing the exact source of the surge.

Rising from his throne, he stepped forward, the golden light in the hall shifting and flowing around him as he moved.

Elysia, Creara, and Unara drifted beside him, the three spirits matching his pace as they passed through the palace’s grand corridors.

“Little Nia—why am I not surprised she’d be the first to help me rank up?” he said with a grin.

“She’s probably just tired of you chasing after more women,” Creara teased, already well aware of Nia’s true motives.

Ash chuckled hearing this as he knew she was probably spot on.

Another thought crossed his mind.

“Hmm, I wonder… will I need to expand the ranks again?” he mused, now just one rank away from the peak of his own system.

After all, his ranks had only been created based on the known dimensional states he had discovered in the Library of True Reality.

And now, he knew there was a coliseum somewhere out there… and the beings within it were far beyond anything he could even approach.

As someone in the Eternal Unbound rank, he felt it more strongly than ever.

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Unara said. “The road to power seems so endless…” She paused for a moment.

For a moment, all the spirits exchanged glances in perfect sync.

Elysia chuckled, “Master… why not just say to hell with whatever the outside is obeying entirely?” she teased as Ash raised a brow.

In truth, they’d already been doing exactly that, which was why they had created an entirely separate power system in the first place.

“Go on,” Ash said as he knew what they were thinking, but he could only see more issues arising from that.

Creara rolled her eyes as she began speaking, “What issues can come about with us here?” She said.

“Right, we’ve already seen the peak potential of this power system.” Elysia said, “Those Strata carry them until wherever there road ends…. It’s time for us to begin redefining what power means completely.”

“You always tell the children… power is whatever you make it.” Unara ended as Ash simply shook his head with a smile.

“Fine, you three will make me do it eventually anyways.” He said, “But first let’s set this ball up.”

With his hands in his pockets, he went on.

“Plenty will be happening that night… but the main thing is those boring-ass leaders,” he said, thinking of Lord Alchemy and the Prime Devourer.

In the past few hours, he had finished reading the novels of their existence, hoping to uncover the secrets they guarded so closely.

But it truly annoyed him to discover these fools loved nothing more than the very things they were already known for.

Which was Alchemy and Devouring…

Creara floating on his left, spoke again.

“Well, it wouldn’t be bad to just rid those to aspects from existence entirely.” She said, “And force them to live as mere mortals in a reality full of cultivators.”

Ash nodded, although he truly wanted to do more… especially if he was putting together a scheme.

“That Ancestor Sealing though,” He said, “He truly values that lost reality… I think what I have in mind is fitting for him.”

As they talked, they continued walking through the grand corridors of the Sacred Dimension.

It was important to mention that Ash’s palace had long stopped being vacant.

Though his wives were here often, they valued personal space at times and often stayed in their own universe.

But his concubines… they all lived under one roof.

Each one moved gracefully through the halls, most of them naked or wearing only the lightest silk that left little to the imagination. They bowed or smiled as Ash passed, some reaching out to touch his arm affectionately.

And of course Ash didn’t neglect any of his women.

PAH!

“Ah!”

He slapped a firm, rounded ass as he walked by one curvaceous redhead, earning a soft moan and a heated look.

Another, a lithe blonde with long legs, pressed herself against his side for a moment; his hand slid down her back and gave a generous squeeze before he continued on.

The three spirits watched with amused tolerance, used to the casual displays of affection.

—-

They finally made it to one of the many private rooms where Sonna, Sandra, and Lysa were hanging out together.

The space was roomy and inviting—plush cushions scattered across the floor, a low table topped with fresh fruit and chilled drinks, and warm golden light streaming through the windows.

Sonna lounged on a wide cushion, her blue hair spilling around her like a shimmering river.

Sandra sat close by, legs crossed and a small smile playing on her lips as she sipped from her glass.

And Lysa leaned against a pillar, her fuller curves accentuated as she stretched with lazy ease.

All three looked up as Ash entered, their expressions warming instantly.

“My lovely Wives~” He said looking at his wife and mothers.

Ash walked over, giving each of them a quick but affectionate kiss — first Sonna on the forehead, then Sandra on the lips, and Lysa a light bite on the shoulder that made her laugh.

“I’ve missed you,” he said simply, sitting down among them as the three spirits floated nearby.

As the four of them settled comfortably on the large cushions, the soft golden light of the room shifted wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

Sandra leaned against his side, her hand resting on his thigh as she looked up at him with dark eyes full of both motherly and wifey love.

“You always say that when you come back from stirring trouble somewhere,” she said, voice soft but playful.

“What did you do this time, my son?”

Lysa laughed softly, shifting to drape one leg over his, her fuller figure pressing close as she traced a finger down his chest.

“Don’t tease him too much, Sandra,” she said with a smirk. “It’s better for us when he comes back all worked up, isn’t it?”

Sonna smiled gently from his other side, seated next to Sandra.

“You, Lysa… are one shameless woman,” she said, admitting she never expected the usually protective and guarded Lysa to be so… bold.

Whenever Ash was not around, she couldn’t help but talk about when Ash fucked her for the first time

Ash chuckled, slipping an arm around Sandra while his other hand came to rest on Lysa’s thigh.

“Well, neither of you are wrong,” he said, knowing he hadn’t come here just to pass the time. It had been a while since he’d let off some steam.

“However, we’ll also be watching as Elysia, Creara, and Unara prepare for the Grand Ball.”

At this, Creara pouted. “Hmph, no fair,” she said. “You’re planning to have fun without us?!”

Unara giggled as she floated up from his head.

“Big sis, I’m sure we’ll have our turn… so just relax.”

Elysia gave Ash a look that clearly said he’d better not forget. He chuckled at their antics before they headed off.

As they left, a projection appeared before the four of them, revealing the outside view of True Reality.

Sandra tilted her head, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his thigh as she asked the question that had been lingering.

“What’s the true purpose of this ball, though?” She asked, “I’m sure you’re not doing it as a welcoming, right?”

Ash’s smile lingered, though a sharper glint sparked in his eyes.

“Hmm, think of it as an announcement… I want everyone to have a chance to save themselves before it’s too late,” he said, knowing that in the end, nothing would truly change.

Pantheos would remain the last standing Reality no matter what. Still, as he’d mentioned before, he wouldn’t necessarily go about things the same way.

If he wanted to become more than the plot could ever grasp—more than the Author himself could imagine—he had to keep breaking free from his instinctive nature.

Instead of resetting Reality Nine to a blank slate, it would transform into something far greater.

But first, there were things that needed to be revealed… and things he needed to understand deeply about a few people in specific.

One being Ancestor Seeker.

He gave Sandra’s thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Plus… there are a few schemes I’ll be ruining, and a few people I’ll be embarrassing,” he said.

Lysa laughed again, leaning in to nip at his ear.

“Spoken like a true God amongst ants~”

They continued to chat for a few more moments — with some light, teasing, and full of that easy intimacy that defined their family.

But it was not long before they all began to heat up and things became tense…

Sandra and Lysa, sitting on both sides of him, leaned in closer.

Sandra’s lips found his first, soft and lingering, her hand sliding up his chest as she kissed him deeply.

Mmh~

Lysa didn’t wait long either.

“My turn~” She said as she turned his face toward her with a gentle touch.

She took his mouth in a hungrier kiss, her tongue slipping past his lips as her fuller figure pressed against his side.

The two women alternated, kissing him one after the other, their hands roaming over his body while soft, needy sounds escaped their lips.

Ash groaned quietly into the kisses, one hand on Sandra’s thigh, the other sliding up Lysa’s back.

After a few heated moments, he broke away just enough to speak, voice rough.

“Sonna…”

Hearing him, Sonna, who had been sitting quietly on the side of Sandra, smiled and moved without hesitation.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him as her blue hair cascaded around them like a waterfall.

Mmmmh~

Her lips met his in a deep, sensual kiss, slower and more intimate than the others, her hands cupping his face as she rocked gently against him.

Ash’s hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

The room filled with the soft sounds of lips meeting, breathing growing heavier, and the quiet rustle of bodies shifting on the cushions.

The projection of True Reality continued to play in the background, but for now, the focus was entirely on the warmth and closeness of his wives.

Ash broke the kiss with Sonna just enough to murmur against her lips,

“I missed this ass of yours~”

Sonna smiled, eyes half-lidded.

“Then don’t leave for too long next time.”