Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Diana stopped, hanging in the weightless void for a tense, suspended heartbeat. Her gaze sharpened as realization hit her like a sudden spark.

She’d felt it — that fleeting, almost imperceptible moment when the Horror had blinked.

The sensation rippled through her, reaching far deeper than flesh and bone, touching something at the very core of her being.

With a single blink of its many eyes, it had stripped away the very notion of movement from the story itself, at least as it pertained to her.

For that fleeting heartbeat, the concept of motion simply ceased to exist in her reality.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!

A surge of raw divinity burst from her body, red and white light flaring violently around her as she tried to repair the narrative.

Yet in that instant, she realized there was nothing to mend—the Horror hadn’t merely removed the concept of movement, it had erased the very possibility of its existence.

Still, how could an Ineffable be bound by something so simple as motion?

"With just a blink..." she murmured, her voice low, tinged with trembling excitement, "you can erase motion from the novel entirely?"

"How interesting..." she whispered again, just before her body began to shift once more, straightening in the air as a spear and whip materialized in her grasp.

But the Horror blinked again.

This time, the effect was far more devastating. When she was first attacked, the Horror hadn’t just been after that.

No, this Horror was different... there wasn’t a mindless urge to simply erase. Instead, there was a will to erase completely and thoroughly.

Which is why Ash felt the need to keep their true power sealed—knowing that only the Ineffable at this point would truly be able to contend.

In the instant it blinked, a streak of multicolored blood clung to its tentacles—Diana’s blood—and then it was gone.

Almost instantly, Diana felt her link to the Unus Bloodline nearly snap apart.

For most beings, such a moment would mean their bloodline was wiped away completely.

But for her, it was different—she simply found herself completely unable to move, frozen in place.

The Horror had truly attempted to erase the Unus Bloodline entirely, yet even with power equal to hers, achieving such a feat at this stage was utterly impossible.

So, instead of erasing the very thing that still allowed her to move, it erased the concept of existence beyond movement, a truth embedded within all Unus.

They stood above perfection itself, untouched by the flimsy threads of any Narrative.

What truly mattered was everything that defined them—everything that made them Unus.

Her eyes narrowed even more, a dangerous glint flickering within them as the weight of the realization sank in.

"This..." She muttered as her mind began to move at insane speeds to figure away around this.

As if she couldn’t access the portion of her bloodline that made all Unus exist above the notion of moving, then she would truly be stuck in one spot.

However, before her thoughts could even begin to form.

BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

The Horror appeared again.

A massive tentacle slammed into her from the side, sending her flying through the void.

Before she could even stabilize, another tentacle appeared and struck her from below, launching her upward.

A third one whipped across her body mid-flight, the impact cracking her conceptual armor and drawing golden blood.

Each strike was perfectly timed, appearing the instant she tried to regain control, keeping her in a constant state of being knocked around like a ragdoll.

Then the final attack came without mercy.

HUMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!

The Horror opened one of its countless eyes wide.

A pure ball of Nonexistence formed in front of it — a sphere of absolute void, blacker than black, devouring even the concept of light around it.

It fired the sphere directly at Diana with terrifying speed.

The ball of Nonexistence hurtled toward her, growing larger as it consumed everything in its path, a silent promise of complete erasure.

Diana’s eyes widened slightly as she watched it approach, her body still spinning from the previous blows.

[-10,000,000 DP]

In that desperate moment, she spent ten million Divinity Points without hesitation.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!!

A massive silhouette suddenly materialized in front of her — a towering, protective figure that completely covered her.

It was the silhouette of Ash, formed from pure divinity power, standing like an immovable guardian.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

The ball of Nonexistence slammed into the silhouette with a deafening explosion, the impact sending violent ripples through the void.

The silhouette held firm, absorbing the attack completely, the dark energy dissipating harmlessly against it.

And... Diana didn’t waste the opening.

[10,000,000 DP]

HUMMMMM!!!!!

With a fierce thought, she spent even more divinity, creating millions of radiant spears across the blank void.

They materialized instantly — long, gleaming weapons of pure golden-white light — and streaked toward the colossal Horror like a meteor shower of divine judgment.

SHUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!

The spears tore through the darkness with blinding speed, aiming to pierce and erase the entity in one overwhelming barrage.

Just before they could make contact, the Horror blinked again, and once more, everything shifted as something was utterly erased.

Previously, her connection to movement had been wiped away, but now it was different.

This time, all ability to wield divinity was gone.

Diana felt the bond to her power snap for a second time, the familiar red glow surrounding her dissolving into nothingness, as though it had never been there at all.

In the next moment, the spears she had created turned pitch black — transformed into pure Nonexistence versions of themselves — and were shot back at her with even greater force.

SHUUUUUUUU!!!!!

Millions of dark spears tore through the air toward Diana, like a storm raging backward, their tips shimmering with an emptiness so complete it seemed to swallow the light around them.

"Tsk, what the hell," she muttered with a scoff, already bracing herself to somehow slip free once more.

But then, in that strange instant, as her lips parted, the Horror before her blinked—once, twice, then several times in quick succession...