Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

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The moment Clara, the Goddess of Unspoken Verity, questioned the void around them, everything shifted.

Her long purple hair whipped wildly around her face, caught in a sudden, conceptual wind that seemed to rise from nowhere.

She stood tall in her elegant purple and white battle dress, the fabric flowing and clinging to her form as the endless darkness responded to her words.

Her matching purple eyes gleamed with quiet intensity, reflecting the formless void as it began to stir.

The endless nothing around the three women started to coalesce.

Shadows twisted and gathered, condensing into a single, massive presence.

What had been pure emptiness slowly took shape — a colossal, formless being that had no fixed body, only a shifting, amorphous silhouette of pure darkness that seemed to absorb light itself.

It had no face, no limbs, yet it felt alive, ancient, and aware.

Its presence pressed down on them like an invisible weight, cold and absolute.

The being remained completely still for a long while, as if studying them.

Then, a low, resonant voice echoed from within its formless mass, deep and hollow, like the sound of an endless abyss speaking.

"What... am I?"

It hesitated for a moment, the surrounding darkness shifting and undulating in slow, deliberate waves.

"I am the Primordial Divide," it said at last.

Clara tilted her head, her expression thoughtful, one hand making a subtle gesture as if urging it to continue. Her voice, steady yet gentle, carried an unshakable sense of composure.

"Well... keep going."

Beside her, Aurora gave a small, encouraging smile and nodded.

As the embodiment of Unspoken Verity, Clara had been summoned for her unique ability to draw out truths from things that were never meant to be spoken—or from beings that were never meant to speak at all.

Yet, the entity before them seemed... evasive.

"Right," she said lightly, "you can give us more than that, can’t you?"

The being seemed to consider her words.

Its formless mass shifted again, the darkness within it swirling like ink in water. Its voice came again, slower this time, carrying the weight of something ancient and unchanging.

"I represent the state of non-potential... The complete absence of possibility. It is not just impossible... It is the state where ’possible’ should not apply at all."

Aurora tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment, then broke into a bright, mischievous smile.

"Well then," she said, her voice warm and inviting, "would you like a new job?"

She tilted her head, her smile widening.

"Because your current one is rapidly approaching an end."

The formless being remained silent, its vast, shifting presence seeming to ponder her words as the three women waited in the endless darkness.

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While the three women carried on their conversation with the Primordial Divide, Ash, Elysia, Unara, and Creara remained together in the boundless, tranquil stretch of the Primordial Expanse.

Before them, the two immense oceans moved in a slow, unending churn, their vast surfaces reflecting the stillness of the moment.

"So, you think we should try a taboo realm?" Ash asked, his reddish-purple eyes glinting with thought as he mulled over the possibility.

Creara giggled softly, her black and red hair shifting gently in the conceptual winds as she nodded with clear enthusiasm.

"It will add a nice twist to all the cosmic growth," she said, her voice warm and excited. "Make things more grounded before evolving further. It feels... right."

Unara chimed in, her voice soft and reminiscent as she leaned closer to Ash.

"It reminds me of that one novel you used to read back on Earth... Martial Peak."

Ash’s expression softened into a nostalgic smile as the memories surfaced.

He remembered the countless late nights lost in that tale — the endless grind of cultivation, the intricate hierarchy of realms, the unending battles for strength and the climb toward ascension.

The concept of a taboo realm, a forbidden tier that defied and overshadowed everything beneath it, seemed to capture the very essence of that universe.

He nodded slowly, a deeper smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah... if I even read it at all," he muttered with a touch of irony, fully aware that those vivid memories came not from his own reading, but from NovelGeek2’s wealth of knowledge.

Even so, he remembered it just as vividly as the seventy Chapters of Ten Thousand Kingdoms, One Sky.

And, for anyone who couldn’t tell, these primordial oceans—together with the Primordial Divide—would serve as the foundation for creating the sixth layer of Pantheos.

This layer would become the Land of Taboo, a realm where inhabitants could be considered essentially mortal.

In that moment, he was already picturing exactly how it would weave seamlessly into the grand design of Pantheos.

"A place where the rules are different. It will be a true survival of the fittest," he said, describing it as the first realm where all factions would temporarily dissolve.

If they could ascend beyond the Taboo Realm, they would evolve into something far greater than anything they had achieved in the Eternal Lands.

Ash gave a firm nod, a decisive glint flashing in his reddish-purple eyes.

"Then... it’s settled," he said with quiet certainty.

With their agreement reached and the Primordial oceans already secured, only one final component remained.

Fortunately, that piece was already on its way.

His lips curved into a smile, tinged with amusement, as he remarked, "Well, that didn’t take long."

The moment the words left his mouth, the three women — Aurora, Clara, and Isis — reappeared in the Primordial Expanse, accompanied by the newly named Primordial Divide.

The vast, formless being hovered silently behind them, its shifting darkness rippling with quiet power.

Clara and Aurora moved toward Ash immediately, their expressions bright.

The spirits — Unara, Creara, and Elysia — shrank gracefully, returning to their usual intimate spots: Unara perched lightly on top of his head, Creara settling on his right shoulder, and Elysia on his left.

Clara reached him first, wrapping her arms around him in a warm, tight hug, pressing close as she leaned up to give him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

"Daddy, I missed you," she murmured against his mouth, her voice brimming with affection.

Aurora joined in with a gentle smile, slipping into the embrace from the side, her head resting comfortably on him.