Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

A brief decade had slipped by with Konquest endlessly watching visions of his inevitable end.

He had been made to see it with absolute clarity—how his future self plotted, how he prepared, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on the Endless Reality, crowned by its towering mountain.

And now, once again, the vision began to change.

Konquest found himself standing in a grand war room, its walls lined with maps of conquered realities and glowing tactical projections.

The air was thick with the scent of burning incense.

Around a massive obsidian table sat his closest subordinates — gaunt, fanatical figures who had served him for eras, each one an embodiment of absolute loyalty and ruthless efficiency.

They had been here for the past year setting their final preparations in motion.

Vesaad, the gaunt man with sunken eyes and skeletal fingers, leaned forward, his voice strained but insistent.

"My Lord, we have monitored this Endless Reality for a full decade now," he said, gesturing to the central projection.

"There has been no movement. No travelers leaving its borders. No signs of expansion or defense. It is like a beautiful but desolate oasis — untouched, unreachable, and completely silent. We cannot even see inside it."

Another subordinate, a tall woman with sharp features and a body wrapped in chains of command, spoke up.

"We have lost too many scouting parties already. Every probe we send simply vanishes." She paused for a moment.

"If we proceed, we risk everything we have conquered... The other Endless Realities are watching. If we fail here, our Pantheon could fall completely."

The room was heavy with tension.

They all looked worn out, their faces etched with the strain of a decade spent failing to uncover any useful knowledge and trying in vain to sway their master’s mind.

At the head of the table, Konquest loomed, his towering figure throwing a long, dark shadow across the room.

His eyes burned with cold ambition as he stared at the projection of the mysterious Endless Reality — a vast, floating landmass with a single, incomprehensible mountain rising from its center, its peak lost in an endless haze.

He remained silent for a long moment, then finally rose from his seat.

"I will think about it," he said, his voice a low rumble that left no room for further argument.

Though the situation seemed like an easy choice, one should never rush into something as delicate and brutal as conquest without being properly informed.

But Konquest—the Constellation of Eternal Tyranny—was different.

Once he set his sights on something, he would have to take it by any means necessary, knowing that failure to do so would cost him immense progress on his path to power.

With that, Konquest turned and left the war room, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall until they faded.

The moment the doors closed behind him, the subordinates turned to Vesaad, their expressions desperate.

"You must talk some sense into him," one of them urged, voice low. "He listens to you more than any of us. If he goes through with this, we may all be doomed."

Vesaad stared at the closed doors, his sunken eyes filled with grim resignation.

"I will try," he whispered. "But you all know how he is. Once he sets his sights on something... he has never back tracked..."

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Konquest walked through the long, shadowed corridor of his citadel, his heavy footsteps echoing against the walls made of fused, conquered realities.

The corridor was lined with trophies — shattered fragments of fallen empires, glowing orbs containing trapped civilizations, and banners of long-forgotten foes.

He pushed open the massive doors to the Grand Throne Room.

The chamber was vast, its ceiling lost in darkness, its walls adorned with maps of endless territories.

Konquest walked straight to the grand balcony that overlooked his domain.

From here, his pantheon stretched out like a supercluster of interconnected realities — countless glowing realms linked by bridges of raw power, each one a conquered universe pulsing with subdued life.

The sight was one of absolute dominion, a testament to his endless expansion.

He placed his hands on the railing; his gaze fixed on a distant point in the void — the mysterious Endless Reality with the mountain that had eluded him for far too long.

"That mountain..." he muttered, his voice low and hungry. "It has evaded my sight for too many cycles. An anomaly... but one I need. One I must claim."

He stood there for a moment, the weight of his ambition pressing down on the air around him.

Then, without warning, everything froze.

Both Konquest — the one in the vision and the real one watching — were pulled violently out of the scene.

They found themselves seated at a simple, dark wooden table in a completely separate place.

The space around them was a quiet, dimly lit void with no walls, no ceiling, only endless darkness and faint, distant stars that seemed to watch them.

Sitting across from them was a man with long, flowing black hair that shifted like living shadows.

His eyes were the most unsettling thing — they constantly changed.

One moment they looked like rotating galaxies and collapsing realities, the next like the eyes of every race that had ever existed, watching with cold, knowing intelligence.

Both Konquest felt a chill run down their spines, a primal, instinctive fear that even their immense power could not suppress.

The man took a slow sip from a wine glass he was swirling in his hand. He savored the taste for a moment before speaking, his voice smooth and casual.

"Ah~ You gotta love Dragon Blood. You ever tried it?" he asked, as if they were old acquaintances sharing a drink.

"It’s the finest in all of Pantheos... well, outside of the Primavus... and lesser Unus."

He paused, taking another sip before setting the glass down.

Konquest stared at him, his jaw tight, his voice low and wary.

"Where am I?"

The man clicked his tongue, shaking his head with mock disappointment.

"First you wanted my mountain, and now you’re being rude," he said, his shifting eyes narrowing slightly.

"Shouldn’t I just kill you right now?"

The man’s voice was calm, almost conversational, as he swirled the glass of blood in his hand.

Konquest’s eyes blazed with fury. His massive frame rose from the vision’s throne, his presence radiating absolute dominance as he glared at the stranger.

"You dare speak to me with such insolence?" Konquest growled, his voice a deep, thunderous rumble that shook the very air around them.

"Speak again with such disrespect, and I will erase you from existence itself."

The man simply shook his head, a faint, almost pitying smile on his face.

"You should lose the attitude," he said casually. "And... you might as well get comfortable here."

He took a slow, savoring sip from the glass of blood, letting the taste linger on his tongue before setting it down.

His shifting eyes —currently single white dots — locked onto Konquest with quiet amusement.

"You’re already dead, after all."

Konquest’s eyes widened in shock, his voice rising with disbelief.

"What?"

The man simply shrugged, his long black hair shifting as he began to fade from sight.

"In your next life, you should remember that not everything is conquerable."

He paused for a final moment, his form almost completely gone, before adding with a faint, regretful sigh...

"Dammit... I don’t think you will be having another life."

The man vanished completely, leaving Konquest alone in the empty space as the vision began to fracture once more.

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Vesaad entered the Grand Throne Room, his skeletal footsteps echoing softly against the cold floor. The chamber was dimly lit, the massive balcony overlooking the supercluster of conquered realities casting long shadows across the space.

He saw Konquest standing motionless at the balcony railing, his massive frame completely still, staring out into the void with unblinking eyes.

Vesaad crept forward with careful steps, the worry plain on his thin, drawn face.

"My Lord?" he asked in a quiet voice.

Seeing that there was no response....

He edged closer, halting just a few paces from him.

"My Lord?" he called again, this time with a bit more volume.

Still, there was no reaction.

Circling around, Vesaad positioned himself directly before Konquest and waved his bony hand in front of his master’s unseeing eyes.

"My Lord?" Vesaad said again, his voice now carrying clear worry. "Are you alright?"

However no matter what he did or would do... Konquest remained frozen, his eyes vacant, trapped in the dream that had seized him.