Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 525: The Reality of Swordsmen (3) – Above Truth

Macy’s smile widened as she parried another casual strike from Vaeloria, her voice carrying clear admiration despite her exhaustion.

“Thank you for the lesson,” she said, her tone sincere. “I never knew the sword could be this… alive.”

Then, with a final, determined roar that shook the mountains, she activated her Truth.

HUMMMMM!!!!

And… the change was immediate and cataclysmic.

Both of them had long gone through their Auras and Intents…. and through it all Vaeloria, as expected bested Macy at every turn.

Something that truly shocked Macy, so in this moment… she would use the one conceptual power that had been responsible for her rise.

Truth… to be anything one envisioned.

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In this moment, the air itself seemed to scream as the concept of the sword reached its absolute apex.

Macy’s body became a streak of pure, blinding sword light, her form dissolving into the very essence of severance.

RUMBLEEEE!!!!!

CRACK!!!!

CRACK!!!!!

The entire Reality Seven shuddered violently — mountains trembled, the sky cracked with audible sounds, and every blade on the planet hummed in resonance with her power, vibrating so intensely that weaker swords simply shattered where they stood.

From the heavens above, the most massive sword ever conceived came crashing down toward Vaeloria.

It was a colossal blade formed from the collective will of the entire Reality, thousands of light years long, its edge glowing with the absolute, undeniable truth of cutting.

But… it was not just a weapon.

It was the embodiment of the Macy’s path itself — the final, ultimate expression of everything she had learned, everything Vaeloria had unknowingly gifted her long ago.

The sword carried the weight of every duel, every breakthrough, every life taken and every life spared in the name of the blade.

HUMMMMM!!!!!!

Its descent created a vacuum that pulled in the surrounding air, forming a howling gale that ripped across the domain.

Vaeloria only smiled.

Right before contact, she raised her black-and-white sword and spoke softly.

“I guess it’s time for the final step to all weapons.”

She moved with two casual, almost lazy strokes.

SHK!!!!

SHK!!!!

The first stroke cut the idea of time itself. The blade moved so cleanly that the world simply… stopped.

Every sound vanished….

The thousands of swordsmen and swordswomen floating in the distance were locked in place, their faces frozen in expressions of shock and awe.

Even the massive sword descending from the heavens halted mid-fall, its edge inches from Vaeloria’s head, trembling as if struggling against an invisible force.

The entire Reality Seven was trapped in a single, perfect instant.

As mentioned before, at this point, all those of the Ineffable could interact with the Narrative in some way.

So, Vaeloria’s second stroke literally cut through the Greater Narrative.

Her blade moved again — not through space, but through the invisible threads that governed fate, story, and outcome.

For a fraction of a second, faint golden script flickered in the air around her, the words of the greater story itself becoming visible before they were severed.

In this moment she smiled as she inserted her own addition.

RUMBLEEEEEE!!!!!!

The frozen reality trembled as the narrative bent to her will.

Then she spoke, her voice calm and absolute.

“The final stage of sword mastery is not Truth… it will be Divine Origin Severance.”

HUMMMMM!!!!!

The moment she spoke, reality snapped back into place… yet everything tied to the sword was instantly gone.

No, it wasn’t quite that simple—it was more like anything below the level of Divine Origin Severance in any weapon ceased to exist the instant its presence touched this Reality.

The colossal sword hanging above her shattered into countless fragments that dissolved into motes of light before they could fall.

Every blade in the entire Reality — whether held by a disciple, embedded in a mountain, or forged in a distant smithy — lost its purpose.

The idea of the sword itself unraveled.

Sword techniques turned into empty motion…. Intent faded away like mist.

The very notion of cutting, severing, or slicing lost all strength throughout the entire plane.

And not only that… this was the reality of swordsmen from the very beginning. So, without the concept of swords, the reality itself ceased to function.

The ground beneath everyone’s feet trembled violently as the foundational trans-concepts, that had governed Reality Seven for eons began to collapse.

Macy’s eyes widened in pure horror and disbelief as she felt her own power — the very core of her being as the Ancestor of all Swords — vanish completely.

Her blade became nothing more than inert metal in her hand.

Her Truth, her Intent, her Aura — all of it was gone in an instant.

Vaeloria stood at the heart of the collapsing reality, her black-and-white sword hanging loosely in her grasp.

“You did well,” she said with a faint smile. “I look forward to seeing you handle things for me, in the future.~”

As her words faded, she gave a single, almost gentle wave of the blade, and brought it all to an end.

SHK!!!!!!

The entire Reality Seven was sliced apart.

The cut was sharp, final, and utterly merciless.

It wasn’t just a simple slash—it felt as if a hand larger than reality itself had torn everything apart.

The sky ripped open like shredded fabric, and the ground split beneath everyone’s feet.

Mountains, cities, clans, and people were all cleaved in two with a single, silent stroke.

There was no blood, no screams in the final moment — only the quiet, inevitable realization that everything had been severed at its root.

And without her even realizing…

Macy’s body was cut in half from shoulder to hip. Her eyes remained wide with shock for a fraction of a second before the light in them faded completely.

Then the rest followed her… as every inhabitant of Reality Seven — every swordsman, every disciple, every living soul — was sliced apart alongside the rest of their reality.

When it was all done, Vaeloria stood alone in the void where Reality Seven had once been.

She lowered her sword and waved her hand once more.

Every soul that had just been severed — including Macy’s — was gently collected.

They formed into countless glowing orbs of light that floated toward her, merging into a single, shimmering sphere that she held in her palm.

She gazed at the sphere for a moment, her white fox tails swaying gently, then turned and vanished.

It was time for their new journeys to begin.