Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 304: I Am the Last, I Am the First
Chapter 304: I Am the Last, I Am the First
Now, Ash didn’t know everything.
He didn’t know whether these echoes of his past lives were truly dead or merely dormant. He didn’t know whether they lived through him or beside him. He didn’t know what the First truly was — alive, dead, or something beyond both.
But he knew one thing with absolute certainty.
He would never allow any of them to influence him no more than they already did. Not only that there were no more lives of importance after this one…. So, in his eyes they had played their roles well enough.
His power stirred — a quiet, inevitable hum beneath his skin.
A single thought. A single glance.
And the void obeyed.
It was a reminder of how broken Codex‑derived powers truly were. Even as a Cosmic Overlord, Ash could already compete with a peak Dimensional Overlord at his strongest.
And that was without using the abilities tied to the Codex.
With them?
Even the First Incarnation — the Origin of Creation, the being who stood outside the power system entirely — could not resist Ash’s will as long as he remained within Ash’s sight.
[A/N: This indeed a bit of an exaggeration… As this being is already technically dead.]
So, when Ash activated his power…
The void trembled.
Not just the five incarnations — but thousands of failed incarnations appeared around him, flickering like echoes of forgotten lives.
And then, without spectacle, without light, without ceremony…
They merged into him.
No explosions. No divine radiance. No dramatic ascension.
Just inevitability of Ash’s will.
Quantum had no flare. It simply was.
The First Incarnation watched the merging with what could only be interpreted as a smile — faint, subtle, but unmistakable.
“Good,” the First said, voice echoing from every direction. “You are on the path regardless. Go… become the One True Architect.”
Those were the last words Ash heard before the void folded around him.
A cocoon of pure existence wrapped him in silence.
And everything went dark.
—-
[A/N: Alright I won’t drown you in memories and backstory… I will explain more things as the journey unfolds. This is the last bit.]
While Ash evolved into something far beyond extraordinary, he drifted through the vague, disjointed memories of the First Incarnation.
He wasn’t tethered… but experiencing it as if he was just born… Because that’s exactly what had happened, but it wasn’t a usual birth.
The moment the Architect’s Eye opened, Ash perceived nothing.
No light. No darkness. No shapes. No sound.
Just endless colors that were not colors at all — it was existence in its rawest, most incomprehensible form.
From the instant consciousness bloomed, he knew things instantly. It was not through learning nor through memory.
But through instinct.
He had eight siblings…. and they all needed to cultivate. Cultivation, for beings like them, well it turned out to be quite simple.
They just ’slept’ while they created inhabitable realms inside of them.
And this resulted in the birth of the first cultivators… such a situation also was the reason such competition and invasions happened.
The Nine Organism’s cultivation was tied directly to the power of their inhabitants.
Their strength wasn’t measured by power systems. It was measured by states of existence.
Each of them lived in what was called True Reality
, and they needed their creations to reach the peak — 9,999 cultivators standing at the summit of the High Dimension — before they themselves could awaken fully.
But the Architect… It did not follow the same path…..
At the beginning of time…. when they all started their dimensions and civilizations; they simply let them flourish naturally, while they awaited the day they woke again.
The Architect… he did something much different though. In cycle 1… all dimensions should have started together… but,
He killed himself.
Not death in the mortal sense — beings of his magnitude had long surpassed such limitations.
But this was the beginning of his reincarnation cycle. And with his death came the slow creation of everything else in his dimension… That had reached completion 250 Cycles behind the others.
The High Dimension came first. One hundred fifty cycles later, the Middle Dimension. Then in between that time the Lower Dimension was created which had only 47 cycles of history.
And with reincarnation came a goal…
To reshape existence in his own image. To become the one true Architect of Reality…
True Reality
CRACK!!!
And before Ash could truly see any more from this perspective the cocoon that which had held him for…. one thousand years had finally opened.
—–
The moment Ash had collapsed after destroying the Lower Dimension, time did not pause for him — not even for a heartbeat.
Lucy escaped into the unknown. Eliya and Eve chose to remain in one of the only surviving universes — Universe One.
And the Originat carried Ash’s unconscious body back into the Sacred Dimension, placing him in the palace at its heart.
There, wrapped in a cocoon of pure existence, he slept.
A thousand years passed.
And not a single day went by without his women — and his daughter — gathered around him.
Aurora had been terrified at first. Seeing her father simply fall with no warning, no explanation, no sign of injury… it shook her to her core.
The others would have been more worried, but they figured it was just another evolution. But Elysia and Creara cleared the air, even if they themselves didn’t know the exact details.
“He’s handling business,” Creara had said, crossing her arms with typical confidence.
Both Elysia and Creara both felt something deeper — it was the same subtle pull Elysia always sensed when Ash walked through the memories of his past incarnations.
And now, as the cocoon cracked open, they all stirred.
Aurora gasped, hands flying to her mouth.
“Mothers! The cocoon is breaking!”
Her voice echoed through the chamber.
Women who had been deep in cultivation snapped awake.
Others who had been resting rose instantly.
Nia was the first to move — practically teleporting to the cocoon as she wrapped her arms around it.
“My Ashy~! Hmph, he’s going to owe me years of us!”
Vaeloria stepped forward, her expression softening with a mix of fondness and exasperation.
“This is… very Ash‑like. Who destroys a Lower Dimension and then collapses for a millennium?”
Yonna smirked, though her voice wavered with relief.
“Tch. Took him long enough. I was starting to think he was doing this just to make us worry.”
Sonna appeared beside Aurora, pulling the young woman into a gentle hug.
“Rora… I told you. Your father has a habit of changing…. Often.”
Celeste laughed under her breath, stretching as she rose.
“That’s an understatement. I wonder what changes he’s bringing this time.”
From the massive bed, Seris sat up with several other women who had been sleeping beside her.
Her crimson and white braids was a mess; her expression was one of playful annoyance— but her eyes were filled with longing.
“That idiot needs to stop prolonging already!”
A ripple of amusement passed through the room.
Even after a thousand years, their banter hadn’t changed.
CRACK!
