Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 309: The First Pantheon (2)

Chapter 309: The First Pantheon (2)

It didn’t take Ash long to elevate every woman into a Goddess and every one of his brothers into Gods.

Nothing about their outward forms changed, yet—just like Aurora—they were no longer bound to the fabric of ordinary reality.

Their trans‑conceptual states had been reshaped, condensed into pure power, each transformation feeding directly into the brilliance of their Stars.

[A/N: Let’s be honest we have too many women to show every single status screen as it will take too many words…. So, I’ll introduce it as the journey goes.]

“Sheesh… you’re making me want to go another ten,” Ash muttered, forcing himself to rein in the surge of Erosence threatening to spill past his control.

“Hehe… then tell me you love me, Ashy~.” She slid onto his opposite leg with effortless confidence. As the Goddess of Devouring Love—his love in particular—she of course always got what she wanted.

“Little Nia… I love you more than existence itself~”

He pulled her into a warm embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

The moment he did, the others stirred—none of them willing to be overlooked for even a heartbeat. After a brief pause, Ash straightened and addressed them all.

“Alright. Since you’re now Gods and Constellations, you won’t need to cultivate anymore. You are the framework itself…. You could say your strength mirrors mine… not literally, but your existence will grow alongside mine.”

In simpler terms, the tiers of the Power System would continue expanding in step with Ash himself—meaning his women would grow alongside him.

Of course, it was impossible for them to ever reach his level, even if they did exist in the same state of existence…

But their strength still far surpassed anything the outside world would classify as a Dimensional Overlord.

“Eh? Doesn’t this mean we can spend every day with you?” Katherine asked, her crimson gaze swirling with anticipation.

Ash only shrugged.

Truthfully, the idea thrilled him. He’d missed sharing the battlefield and adventures with his lovers.

And like he’d said long ago, he had no intention of entering the Higher Dimensions the same way he’d left Elaris—alone, weak and at the absolute bottom.

No—this time, he would have the strength to stand at the very center of anything that mattered.

“I don’t mind,” Ash said, his tone steady. “But don’t let this stop you from forging your own journeys.”

From there, he continued explaining the knowledge he’d gained after absorbing the First Incarnation. It went without saying that he now understood everything tied to that Organism… even the structure of the Higher Dimension itself.

Though, just like before, he couldn’t fully perceive it.

The Middle Dimension, however, was different.

He now held the complete layout of its power system all the way up to the 99th Heaven.

And, unsurprisingly, its progression mirrored the earlier tiers—a simple echo of the same grand design, simply on a far greater scale.

After reaching the level of Cosmic Overlord, a cultivator would normally undergo a ritual using the Dimensional Gate. This rite propelled them into the Middle Dimension and reshaped them into a Transcendent.

The threshold for this evolution was the 50‑million Existence Level, was the catalyst that transformed a being into a Fourth‑Dimensional lifeform.

At this stage, they gained clarity into transcendent concepts and were required to fully comprehend four of them—each to 100% completion.

Beyond Transcendent lay the ascending sequence of higher realms.

Dimensional Ascendant, Dimensional Harbinger, Dimensional Overlord, Infinite Weaver, Hyperversal Weaver, and finally, the exalted Hierarchy Saint.

Beginning at the Ascendant rank, every cultivator was required to create a Strata—a higher, more profound evolution of Precepts. Unlike Precepts, however, a Strata wasn’t something one merely formed only to make something again when ranking up.

It was something that had to be continuously strengthened and expanded with each subsequent rank.

This was because a Strata reflected the true prowess of one’s rank. Each stage represented a higher state of existence—rising from Fourth‑Dimensional beings all the way to Eleventh‑Dimensional entities.

Beyond that point, Ash wasn’t sure what else existed. He only knew that 9,999 peak cultivators were required before the Organisms would awaken.

“Big Brother, where does your power rank among all this?” Caelan asked as he stepped forward.

Hearing the explanation had ignited something in him—a thrill at the sheer scale of strength that lay ahead.

And if his instincts were right… they would surpass even that.

Ash tilted his head, considering the question. He knew from the Fourth that Infinite Weavers were monsters, and the rank above them was even more terrifying.

But he wasn’t exactly weak himself… even if he didn’t have a precise measurement.

“Uh… I could probably kill a few million Infinite Weavers… a few thousand Dimensional Harbingers… a few—”

“Pfft. Yes, Master you are a monster. We get it,” Elysia cut in, laughing as she appeared on his shoulder.

The others burst into laughter at his casual absurdity.

“Now that all that’s settled,” Ash said, stretching slightly, “let’s go make some final rounds through the Lower Dimension.”

As he said this they all disappeared with a simple thought.

—–

For a few hundred years after the destruction of the Lower Dimension, the realm had been nothing but a blank canvas. Ash had intentionally left a few things untouched and still functioning.

The first was Earth, which had quietly reverted to normal once everything ended.

The second was Universe One, Universe Nineteen, and the Abyss.

And speaking of the Abyss—Kaelthyr and Kyron had been… busy. As any good disciple would, Ash hadn’t forgotten his Master.

Now, drifting within the endless white expanse that had once been Universe Nineteen, the Narakava Asuras waited.

Over the years, it was impossible for them not to sense the upheavals that had shaken existence. They had felt the Originat tearing through the multiverse.

But Nia had told them to remain still, to wait patiently.

And after the help, she’d given them in their war… They listened—of course they did.

Appearing in the skies above the World of Nara, the Originat descended. Ash stood at the forefront, Elysia perched on one shoulder and Creara on the other.

Nia stood at his right, Aurora at his left, and the rest of his companions gathered close behind him.

“Well,” Ash said, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “it’s finally time I reunite with my lovely mother and sister.”