Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 482: The Mother’s 36 Seeds

“Tch, Tch, Tch… don’t tell me you’re a sore loser?”

The Gambler’s eyes widened slightly as he watched his potential prize disappear.

“Now that the game is over, it’s time for you to hold up your end of the deal.” She said with an arching brow.”

The Gambler stared at them for a few seconds, then let out a long, heavy sigh. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his slicked-back green hair as he accepted his defeat.

He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“Everything I know about the Lost Realities was either won from other gamblers over the years or pieced together from fragments I collected. It’s not like I have some ancient scroll sitting in a vault. It’s just… what I believe to be true.”

Clara crossed her arms.

The Gambler raised a brow, clearly caught off guard.

Evelyn answered with slight sarcasm.

“The snow-white owl in the Threshold of Existence. He gave told us to come here to find you. Said you would know more about the Lost Realities.”

“That old bird… still playing games, I see.” While shaking his head he spoke again, “Looks like you two have been, ’had’.’

“What do you mean?” Clara questioned.

“That old owl… he likes to watch. That’s what he does,” he said, even though it wasn’t really part of the conversation.

“He sits in that hallway and observes everything. If he sent you here without giving you much himself, it’s because he wants to see something he doesn’t understand.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she stayed quiet

“Alright… from what I’ve gathered over the years, the Lost Realities were once part of the Threshold of Existence at the very beginning of Time….”

Essentially back then, it’s said that the Mother created 36 Mana Verses or distinct realities that operated on mana variants.

Evelyn suddenly raised a hand, cutting him off.

The Gambler paused and chuckled softly.

He glanced at both of them, clearly waiting for a reaction. When Clara and Evelyn neither laughed nor seemed to understand, he shook his head with a faint, amused sigh.

Clara tilted her head, her curiosity clearly piqued.

The Gambler leaned back in his chair, his green eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and mystery.

“Over the ages, I’ve taken knowledge, secrets, and truths from beings who had no business losing them. And I’m one of the only two beings in existence who has ever laid eyes on her.”

“But that’s a story for another time. Let’s get back to the Lost Realities.”

“Over time… many of them vanished. Some fell to invaders from beyond the Thirty-Six. Others simply… disappeared without a trace.”

Clara and Evelyn listened intently, taking in every word.

“More than enough…” She muttered as they stood up.

Clara reached into the air and drew out a small, elegant black envelope that glimmered with faint golden runes. She set it on the table before him.

“It’s in about two months. Once the final details are ready, the envelope will open on its own and form a teleportation gate directly to the venue.”

The Gambler picked up the envelope, turning it over with clear interest. “A Grand Ball hosted by the Ineffable Pantheon…” he murmured. “Now that’s something I wouldn’t miss.”

“Good. See you there.”

The Gambler stayed put, eyes fixed on the invitation in his hand, a slow, calculating smile spreading across his face.