Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Ash glanced toward Don, who had been watching and commentating the entire event for Existential Crises with his usual theatrical energy.

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

Don’s eyes lit up with dramatic delight as he straightened his tie, already sensing the shift in the air.

Ash then turned his attention back to the Mother, who had returned to his lap.

He gently caressed her long, radiant white hair, his fingers running through the silky strands with slow, affectionate strokes.

The touch was intimate, almost possessive, as he leaned in slightly closer, his voice low and teasing, laced with playful mockery.

"Will you forgive me for destroying your creation?" he asked, the words clearly rubbing it in just a little.

"It was such a lovely little game you had going, after all."

Hearing him.... The Mother didn’t respond.

Her cheeks carried a faint blush, her light golden eyes flickering with a mix of lingering defiance and reluctant warmth as she leaned into his touch despite herself, her body subtly relaxing against him.

Sonna, seated nearby, let out a soft, knowing laugh, her voice warm and amused as she watched the Mother’s reaction.

"Husband, stop with the games already. She’s already fallen for your charms," she said, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Vaeloria shook her head from the other side, her white fox tails swaying gently as she crossed her arms, her tone carrying a hint of dry amusement.

"Right... she clearly cares not for these beings," Vaeloria added. "Just look at her.... She’s not even protesting anymore."

And still.... the Mother remained silent, her blush deepening slightly as she stayed nestled in Ash’s lap, the weight of the moment pressing down on her in ways she hadn’t expected.

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Ash’s smile lingered, his hand still softly brushing her hair as the group looked on, a mix of fondness and playful teasing in their eyes.

Then, turning his gaze back to the battlefield, he blinked once—slow and deliberate—and in that instant, everything was gone.

The entire battlefield and primordial expanse vanished in an instant.

The roars, the explosions, the endless clash of powers — all of it disappeared as if it had never existed.

The scarred void, the drifting fragments, the swarms of Divine Horrors and Existence warriors—vanished without a trace.

In their stead appeared something the ineffable clan had grown almost accustomed to over time: a vast, endless expanse of pure white.

The air hung motionless, utterly silent and without weight, holding only the faint, fresh scent of unshaped possibility.

At this point, no horrors remained nor did any warriors of Existence linger.

Only the members of the Ineffable Pantheon remained, floating comfortably on their thrones in the vast emptiness.

Except for one.

Far below them loomed an absolutely massive Horror — a colossal entity whose form spanned light years, its grotesque body a writhing nightmare of corrupted divinity, too many eyes, and shifting voids that swallowed light itself.

Even in their full, exalted forms, the Ineffable Pantheon appeared small beside it, like normal humans staring up at a mountain that defied the sky.

Don stepped forward on the edge of the platform, his voice booming across the white void with theatrical flair as the projection orb pulsed brightly.

"Well, Well, my dear viewers!" he announced, spreading his arms wide.

"This special episode is finally approaching its grand finale. But before we reach the end... there is still one final battle to witness!"

Ash smiled, his reddish-purple eyes calm as he looked out at his wives, children, and companions gathered around him.

The air between them was warm, intimate, filled with the easy familiarity of family who had walked through fire together.

He leaned back slightly on his throne, his hand still gently stroking the Mother’s hair as he asked, his voice carrying clearly through the void:

"Which one of you would like to go fight... a True Horror?"

Madison chuckled from her throne, the sound low and playful as she leaned forward, her primal golden eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Why are you waiting now to truly unleash the Horrors... with only one remaining?" she asked, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

They all knew that the Horrors they had faced so far were nothing compared to what they could truly be.

None of them really understood the full extent of the Divine Horrors, since no one had bothered to venture into the Nonexistent portion of Pantheos—mostly because there didn’t seem to be much there.

Throughout the course of the war, the Horrors had done little more than remain unkillable—at least to everyone else—and they managed to adapt to nearly anything thrown at them.

That might have sounded incredibly powerful, but it was hardly impressive when it came to the Ineffable... after all, how could a Horror adapt to being completely one-shotted?

Xeros, Ash’s son, straightened up on his throne, his expression becoming bright as he looked toward the massive entity below.

"Hmm, I think should go in," he suggested, his voice steady and confident. "Since, I haven’t done much recently. Let me handle this one."

Diana, however, stood up gracefully from her seat. She offered her son a soft, knowing smile — one that clearly said he should back down without needing words.

"Son, sorry to kill your joy, but you’ll have to sit this one out.... again," she said gently, her tone warm but firm as she looked at Xeros with maternal affection.

"I’ve got this."

With that, Diana disappeared in a flash of white light.

She reappeared directly across from the colossal Horror, floating in the void with an air of absolute confidence.

And as always, Diana was a vision of lethal grace — an athletic, toned woman with two long white braids that swayed behind her like living banners.

Her pale skin glowed softly against the stark white void, accented by striking red thigh tattoos that seemed to pulse with inner power.

An infinity symbol was inked delicately under her left eye, adding an enigmatic touch to her sharp, beautiful features.

Her battle dress was minimal and form-fitting, covering only her breasts and lower private area, leaving the rest of her powerful, sculpted body exposed to the chaotic winds of the void.

She held a coiled whip in one hand and a gleaming spear in the other, her stance relaxed yet ready.

Seeing the towering Horror before her, Diana flashed a confident, almost playful smile.

Then... she no waited no longer.

She dashed forward with explosive speed, whip cracking through the air like thunder as her spear thrust forward with lethal intent.

However, the moment she took a single step.... The Horror reacted instantly.

One of its countless eyes blinked.

In that single, fleeting moment, Diana froze mid-motion — her body locked in place as if time itself had seized her.

HUMMMMM!!!!!

Diana clenched her jaw the instant she felt the bind tighten around her, and with nothing more than a thought, a surge of divine power erupted, shattering her restraints.

It was over in less than a heartbeat, but it was all the horror needed.

In that fleeting moment, the colossal Horror loomed above her, its presence overwhelming.

Then, without warning, a gargantuan tentacle, as thick as a mountain and bristling with jagged spikes, came crashing down on her with brutal, bone-shaking force.

BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!

The impact sent her flying backward like a broken doll, her body tumbling uncontrollably through the void for miles.

She crashed through floating debris and shattered conceptual structures, leaving a trail of multicolored blood in her wake.

And.... when she finally came to a stop, Diana remained completely motionless.