Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 302: Between Dawn and Death (3)

Chapter 302: Between Dawn and Death (3)

Just like all his other incarnations, he witnessed the beginning of the Lower Dimension… but this time, he also gained the memories of the Second and Third Incarnations as well.

In that moment, he didn’t know what to make of it.

Nineteen full Cycles had passed since his birth — nineteen Cycles entangled with Eidora, shaped by her presence, her guidance, and her love.

But now, with Thanatophilla entering the equation, he needed more power.

And those inherited memories granted him exactly that: sword mastery, ancient instincts, and the legacy of the Dragon of Endings and Eternity — all elevated to match his current state of existence.

Even so, the strength he gained still fell short of the power wielded by Eidora and Thanatophilla, both of whom he now understood to be Seventh‑Dimensional Beings.

So, much like his time in the First Heaven — and parts of the Second — he began forging deeper bonds across the realm, connections that expanded his understanding and broadened his strength.

His days were spent with Eidora, along with countless sessions of pleasure. His nights were consumed by the dreams — visions of Thanatophilla that grew more vivid, more tangible, with each passing cycle.

This continued for another ten cycles. And by then, his power had soared.

The stronger he became, the more he could draw from the echoes of his past selves — and the more he learned about his Origin.

By this time, he had risen to the level of a Seventh‑Dimensional Being. But if he was advancing so quickly, then so were the two women whose fates were now intertwined with his.

Eidora and Thanatophilla were locked in a tide of power and influence. If one of them surpassed the other, the curse could either be erased… or completed.

So, when Ash rose two more ranks, stepping into the peak of Dimensional Overlord, they too advanced — reaching the Infinite Weaver rank.

This shift expanded their influence from the 50th Heaven all the way to the 60th. And in the midst of that tension, it became clear.

A single man now stood between Dawn and Death.

In the 30th Cycle, Ash found himself seated within a cosmos of pure emptiness — a void that resembled the current Ash’s cosmos when he first received the Origin Self physique.

But this time, the realm was shaped by the self‑created powers he had accumulated across the Cycles.

By now, all the inherited memories had settled and though he still had not spoken to the very first incarnation. He knew he was an ancient being, reincarnating since the beginning of time… Yet he still did not know the true goal of that first self.

While the Middle Dimension waged wars across realms and fought off invaders, Ash had never been part of that struggle. He knew of it — he had seen the cosmic stele — but his drive came from Eidora’s love… and now, from Thanatophilla’s as well.

So, when he shaped this inner cosmos, it wasn’t for whatever purpose the first incarnation had intended.

It was for something far simpler, far more personal…

A place where both of his wives could live in unity with him, forever.

“Truly a simp…” Ash muttered, though he couldn’t blame the man. Even with far more than two main wives across his incarnations, he had created something similar in the Sacred Dimension.

And with that… the tale continued as it always had.

Days shaped by beauty. Nights haunted by obsession and death.

Yet now that Ash had a personal goal — a future he wanted to build — he spent less time forging new connections and more time shaping creation itself.

It took him until the 40th Cycle before his inner cosmos finally resembled the early structure of the Lower Dimension.

Over those ten Cycles, his feelings for both Eidora and Thanatophilla deepened. The tug‑of‑war created by the curse no longer mattered; his heart had divided itself evenly, and he did not deny it.

The day he completed his Lower Dimension, he felt ready — eager — to move forward.

But none of them could have predicted how their disregard for the wider dimensional affairs would return to haunt them.

Back in the 50th Heaven, Thanatophilla had once been deeply attuned to worldly matters. But once her obsession found a home in Ash, she too stopped caring.

That day when he completed his dimension, Ash had impregnated Eidora… And that night, within the dream‑realm that had long since become a personal domain, he also impregnated Thanatophilla.

And it was on that very night — with Ash standing beside Eidora and Thanatophilla, with countless women gathered behind them — that everything changed.

The air shimmered around him as he lifted his hand. Space bent, folded, and peeled open like a curtain drawn aside. A swirling gateway of light and shadow formed before them — the entrance to his Lower Dimension.

Aphrodite, who was the embodiment of Eidora, stepped closer, eyes wide with awe. “You actually finished it,” she whispered. “Your own Dimension…”

Persephone, who was Thanatophilla, crossed her arms.

“But… It’s still incomplete,” she said, though her voice carried reluctant admiration. “I can feel the instability of it.”

Ash smirked. “It’s not separate from existence yet. I need more time — and a higher rank — before it becomes fully independent.”

Aphrodite nudged him lightly. “But it’s enough for us, isn’t it?”

“It’s more than enough,” he said. “This will be our paradise… and our home.”

Persephone rolled her eyes. “You’re too sentimental, love.”

“And you’re jealous,” Aphrodite shot back.

“Of what? His Dimension or his attention?”

“Both.”

Ash stepped between them before their tension could stir more.

“Ladies…. not now. From now onwards… we will all get along like one nice clan.”

Aphrodite huffed…. Persephone smirked…. But in the end, they both obeyed him.

Behind them, the countless women who had followed Ash through the Heavens murmured with excitement as they approached the portal.

“You all can go in first,” Ash said gently. “You have nothing to worry about… It’s all ours.”

One by one, they stepped through — vanishing into the swirling light.

Persephone watched them go, as she rose a brow. “They…. trust you completely and blindly, huh?”

Aphrodite added, “As they should.”

Ash exhaled, feeling the weight of the moment settle on his shoulders. He turned to the two women beside him.

“Alright… let’s go inside. Then we can—”

He stopped…. no not just him, but they all came to halt.

CRACK!

The very fabrics of space cracked around the trio.

The sky above the 60th Heaven — normally a serene expansive tunnel of pale blue and yellow — fractured like a mirror struck by a hammer.

Aphrodite’s smile faded. “Huh… don’t tell me…”

Persephone’s eyes narrowed, her aura darkening. “This….”

As the cracks spread, spiderwebbing across the sky. Light bled through them … and not some divine light, but something colder, hungrier.

Ash stepped forward, instincts screaming… Though he hadn’t paid much attention to outside affairs… he had knowledge from those who did.

“A dimensional invasion?” He said as he prepared to move… However, in that moment,

The cracks tore open…. and the pressure that poured through it was suffocating — a force so immense that even Aphrodite and Persephone staggered.

Persephone whispered, “Ash… these beings… they’re far beyond Infinite Weavers….”

Aphrodite grabbed his arm. “We need to leave…. Now!”

But Ash didn’t move… he couldn’t move. Not because he was scared… not because he was too weak, but in this moment he had a vision.

One of the First Incarnation…

He had never spoken directly to any of them. He had never guided, never commanded, never shaped their lives.

But now — in this moment — he gave advice…

It was but a single sentence… yet, the words struck him like a cosmic hammer.

“Enter the rift… don’t choose measly bonds.”

Ash’s vision cleared as he stared into the rift — and saw shapes emerging.

They were armies… not of conquerors but pure destroyers.

Entities of annihilation, their forms shifting like static torn from a broken universe. Their silhouettes flickered between shapes — humanoid, beastlike, formless — as if reality itself couldn’t decide what they were.

Their eyes burned with collapsing realities, miniature implosions of dying worlds.

Just looking at them made Ash’s eyes bleed.

Their existence was too incomprehensible, too wrong, too far beyond the logic of his current prowess.

They did not hesitate. They did not speak.

The moment they saw Ash, Aphrodite, and Persephone — they attacked.

HUMMMMM!!!!!

A sphere of catastrophic energy formed in the lead invader’s hand, bright enough to bleach the world white.

Aphrodite gasped. “Ash—!”

Persephone snarled. “MOVE!”