Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

"Well," she said, her voice calm and almost casual, "I might as well break you before the true show starts."

After all, she had seen everything she needed to see.

She wanted to understand the pinnacle of her path within this cosmology, and also how they had contributed to the war itself.

And with the Supreme Will right before her, knowing that these beings manipulated the threads Destiny and similar forces on a vast scale across the entire Prime Expanse, it was all impressive—commendable, even—but nothing more than that.

With those words, she let go.

Her humanoid form began to dissolve.

It didn’t shatter or explode — it simply faded, like mist under morning light.

Then her body unraveled into countless motes of golden and white light that scattered and reformed. The throne beneath her remained, but the being sitting upon it was no longer the woman they had known.

Before the two Exalted Wardens, a vast, ethereal existence unfolded.

It had been said countless times that each member of the Ineffable Pantheon possessed a true form far beyond the mortal guise they wore.

Yet, even when they first attained these forms, the sheer power was too overwhelming to allow for any real enjoyment.

After countless evolutions and upgrades, that power had only grown more devastating.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t control it—well, actually, that was exactly the problem—but not because they lacked training.

The real reason lay in Ash’s rules of Pantheos.

In time, anyone granted a Star name would inevitably achieve a Star form, or in other words, their True form.

And in that state, there was no concealing power, no hiding from it.

This was the ultimate embodiment of their status as a God or Constellation.

To Ash, a True God could not have their power sealed or diminished.

No, a God was the embodiment of all possibilities, and in this form, their very presence would effortlessly manifest the full extent of their power.

For anyone weaker, that presence could bring either immense suffering or great benefit, depending entirely on the nature of the God.

HUMMMMMM!!!

Celeste’s True Form stretched across the conceptual space of the chamber like an infinite, living tapestry.

Threads of light — gold, white, crimson, and void-black — wove and rewove themselves endlessly, forming shifting patterns that represented every possibility, every fate, and every potential outcome that could ever exist.

Some threads glowed with brilliance while others wavered faintly; some intertwined seamlessly, while others fractured only to reunite moments later.

She possessed no fixed form, though others might manifest as symbols, flames, or other such shapes.

She was the loom itself.

A living, breathing manifestation of all that could be determined and all that remained undetermined.

Her presence didn’t radiate power in the traditional sense — it was the notion of determination itself.

Instantly.... every being that looked upon her, whether she was fully perceptible or not, they felt their own existence being weighed, measured, and threaded into something far greater than themselves.

One by one, the lower beings in the chamber began to disappear.

And..... Victorious and Destiny were the first to fade.

The two newly ascended Bastion Lords simply dissolved into harmless motes of mana, their bodies unraveling without resistance or pain. Then the Domain Lords followed, their forms breaking apart like sand in the wind.

The Threshold Sovereigns vanished next, and finally, even the four Primordial Wardens were stripped away until only the two Exalted Wardens remained.

They alone were forced to witness her in full.

Celeste’s voice was layered and otherworldly, echoing from all directions as though spoken by countless overlapping versions of herself.

"Supreme Will... what do you see?" she asked, each word flowing in the Language of Gods. "What can you understand?"

Supreme Will stared, his form trembling as he tried to comprehend the figure before him. She was no longer just a random beautiful woman who made him uneasy.

No, in that moment, she seemed like something ancient and absolute. His mouth opened, but the words came out broken, strained, barely audible.

"I... see... everything... and... nothing..."

And that was the simple truth of who she was, whether he realized it or not.

Though... she might once have been called the Goddess of Fatality, that was a title she and everyone else had long since left behind.

As in this moment, he saw her as nothing more than the Endless Reality Hegemon of Fatality — the ultimate embodiment of Fate, Karma, Causality, and every force that decided what would happen and what could happen.

She wasn’t just linked to these ideas—no, they were her.

If a day ever came were Celeste vanished... then so would these very ideas and notions, across any and all existences.

Every strand of destiny, every rule of cause and effect, every potential future that might come to pass lived within her, always in motion, always reshaping itself in response to who she was at her core.

Supreme Will tried to speak again....

CRACK!!!!

But the moment he opened his mouth; his silhouette began to crack.

His Primordial Essence started to unravel as his own conceptual foundation was rejected by her presence.

His form dissolved rapidly, golden and white light bleeding out of him until nothing remained but an old, frail mortal man — wrinkled, weak, and completely stripped of power.

He collapsed onto the throne, gasping for breath like a dying human.

Supremacy suffered a similar fate.

Her essence, tied so closely to victory and dominance, was also deemed incompatible.

She too was stripped down, her Primordial form collapsing until only a mortal woman remained, kneeling on the floor with wide eyes.

In that moment.... both of them looked up at Celeste with expressions of pure terror — as if they were staring at something far worse than any entity or horror, they had ever faced.

Then, Celeste’s vast tapestry form slowly contracted.

The threads of light pulled back in on themselves until she once again stood in her humanoid appearance, golden hair and blindfolds restored as she sat calmly upon the throne.

She looked down at the two now-mortal Exalted Wardens with a faint, almost pitying smile.

"Well," she said softly, "let’s see what Husband will do next."

HUMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

At that exact moment, across the entire Prime Expanse, all eighteen Thresholds erupted with pure, overwhelming power of Existence. The sky itself seemed to split open as golden and white light flooded every domain, every bastion, and every battlefield.

As this took place.... Aeloris, seated on the same throne as Celeste, reached over and gently ran her fingers through Celeste’s long golden hair, a soft, affectionate smile on her face.

"Was that not a bit overboard?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of playful exasperation as her green eyes sparkled.

Tiamat let out a deep, rumbling laugh from the other throne, her scaled tail swaying behind her as she grinned.

"That was quite a show," she said, clearly entertained. "I think I like where this is going."