Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Ash smiled, his reddish-purple eyes warm as he looked at Clara.

"I missed you too," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. He reached up and gently tapped the tip of her nose with his finger, a playful yet affectionate gesture.

"You should spend more time with me instead of creating prophecies around Pantheos all the time."

Clara’s cheeks flushed a soft pink.

She hadn’t been hiding her activities, but she had always assumed he was occupied with her mothers.

She looked up at him with a small, sheepish smile, her purple eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and warmth.

"Maybe you should just come make prophecies with me instead," she replied, her voice soft but carrying a teasing lilt.

"Then I wouldn’t have to do it alone."

Ash’s smile broadened, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips.

"Not a bad idea," he said, his voice warm and sincere.

Ever since creating the Eternal Lands, he had already been planning his second novel, which would also unfold in the world of Pantheos.

The idea of weaving prophecies into the storyline struck him as an intriguing way to add excitement to the adventures of his two future main characters.

’Hmm, I wonder who will come out on top in more battles between them?’ he mused to himself.

For both Nullen and his second novel, the stories would unfold within the same Era, which he felt would inevitably lead to a clash—or rather, several clashes—between them.

"Alright, after the final battle... I’ll check in on the Discord and read through the comments while working on the Land of Taboo."

He was in the midst of piecing his thoughts and plans together when, from his other side, Aurora gave his arm a gentle tug, her voice carrying a playful and sweet tone.

"Now.... Daddy, kiss me next."

Ash turned to her with a soft laugh, pulling her close.

He leaned in and gave her a gentle, lingering kiss, his hand resting on the small of her back. When they parted, he caressed her long white and blue hair, running his fingers through the silky strands with quiet tenderness.

He then turned his attention to the Primordial Divide, which hovered a short distance away. Its formless, shifting mass of darkness rippled slowly, as if patiently waiting.

"Have you been informed well of your next job?" Ash asked, his voice calm but carrying clear expectation.

The Primordial Divide hovered before them, its formless mass of shifting darkness rippling slowly in the vast white expanse of the Primordial Expanse.

For a moment, it remained silent.

Then, in Ash’s presence, it began to speak more freely, its deep, hollow voice echoing with a newfound willingness.

"I’ve been told," it rumbled, the shadows within its form twisting and churning like ink dispersing in water.

"I am to preside over a realm where the very idea of rising higher is impossible — a place where potential itself is outlawed. A Taboo Realm, the first ever to exist."

It stopped briefly, as if letting the weight of its words settle.

"A layer where beings can struggle, fight, and change... yet never truly surpass what they are. I will be... the realm itself."

Isis, standing a step behind Aurora, scoffed lightly from the side, crossing her arms with a faint pout.

"It’s all of a sudden a chatterbox now," she muttered, her tsundere tone clear as she glanced at the entity.

"What happen to it being so quiet a moment ago?"

Ash chuckled softly, the sound warm and amused as he looked at the Primordial Divide.

"Well, it seems like you have it all down to the letter," he said simply.

In the next moment, he gave a single blink.

HUMMMM!

Before their eyes, the two vast Primordial Oceans and the mysterious entity came together in perfect harmony.

There was no chaos or eruption, just a graceful, almost mesmerizing union.

The glowing essence of creation intertwined effortlessly with the consuming void, merging into the shapeless darkness until all three became one, taking form as a single, luminous figure.

What appeared was a young boy who looked no older than fifteen.

He had pale skin, messy black hair that fell over his eyes, and a simple black robe that seemed to absorb light.

His presence was quiet, unassuming, yet carried an undeniable weight — the embodiment of non-potential, the living boundary of what should not be possible.

The boy looked up at Ash and bowed deeply, his voice soft and respectful in the manner of one who embodied the absence of possibility.

"Father... I am ready to serve."

Ash stood up from his seated position with a small shake of his head, a fond smile on his face.

Aurora raised a brow, her white and blue hair drifting gently as she looked at the newly formed boy with a mix of amusement and correction.

"He is not your father," she said gently but firmly. "Call him Master... or My Lord or something like that."

The boy paused for a moment, processing her words. Then he bowed again, his voice adjusting with quiet deference.

"Master... I am ready to serve."

Ash chuckled softly, the sound warm and light as he nodded in agreement.

"That works," he said.

He looked at the group around him, his reddish-purple eyes calm and satisfied.

"Let’s go," he said. "We have a finale to watch."

With that, the entire group vanished from the Primordial Expanse.

They reappeared back on their thrones, hovering high above the battlefield. Everyone was back in their places — except for one person.

Yonna stood slightly in front of the thrones, her black, red, and blue hair swaying in the chaotic winds as she looked down at the remaining figure on the battlefield below.

A single, massive horror still stood there, towering and grotesque, the last remnant of the once-endless swarm.

Ash glanced toward Don, who had been watching and commentating the entire event for Existential Crises.

"Prepare for the finale," Ash told him, transferring the next part of the script directly into his mind with a casual thought.