Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 310: The First Pantheon (3)

Chapter 310: The First Pantheon (3)

Even with the entire Lower Dimension reduced to ruin, the Asuras carried on as if nothing had changed.

At least, the lower Asuras did. They’d been given strict orders not to leave their universe—locked down completely, sealed off from everything beyond.

Ash and his companions hovered in the blood‑red skies above the World of Nara.

Crimson clouds churned overhead, lit from below by the constant flicker of battle.

Beneath them sprawled an endless landscape of jagged mountains, rivers the color of fresh wounds, floating islands made of obsidian and bone, and colossal arena‑pits where thousands of Asuras clashed in ceaseless duels.

Nia drew in a slow breath.

“This place always smells like battle and blood,” she murmured.

Katherine’s crimson eyes glinted, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile.

“They’re Asuras after all. Maybe the only race besides Vampires who enjoy blood this much.”

Ash let out a low hum. “I wouldn’t go that far.” His mind flicked to the Nosferatu—far more intriguing than most realized.

The wider world believed the Nosferatu had been sealed away cycles ago. Ash however knew better.

’To think all ten Marks of the Weaver were found…’

He kept the thought to himself as the group took in the world below—most of them seeing it for the first time.

Aurora drifted to his side, golden eyes narrowing a bit as she watched two colossal Asuras trading blows powerful enough to split floating islands apart.

Kael and Caelan stood shoulder‑to‑shoulder, storm and frost auras crackling in sync, matching feral grins spreading across their faces.

“All this fighting’s getting me riled up,” Kael said, nodding toward a nine‑armed Asura ripping through three opponents at once.

“I bet I could take him in under a minute.”

Caelan cracked his knuckles, gravity bending subtly around him.

“I say Ten seconds. And I’m going first.”

Ash’s voice cut through their excitement—calm, amused.

“Not to ruin your fun, but no.”

Both twins turned toward him, dramatic in their perfect unison.

“Big bro—”

“It’s not worth the time,” Ash said, golden eyes sweeping across the battlefield below.

“You could crush them with a thought. And we won’t be here long.”

Yonna snorted, smirking. “Oh, what a party pooper.”

Ash chuckled—low, warm—and stepped forward.

One moment they were high above the World of Nara. The next, they stood directly before the main stronghold.

—–

The palace of the Narakava loomed exactly as it always had—a colossal fortress of obsidian and crimson, its jagged towers scraping the sky like the spines of some ancient beast.

Outside its gates, the guards spotted the group the instant they appeared.

Then their eyes landed on Nia and Katherine.

Recognition—and memory of what happened to the last guards who’d crossed them—hit instantly.

Their weapons lowered…. heads bowed, very deep and respectful.

Katherine arched a brow, hopping lightly onto Ash’s back.

“What… no more lusty thoughts?”

These Asuras were clearly different from the ones before, but she didn’t care enough to sort out the details. She just wanted to see their reactions.

Ash didn’t even bother to look at them. He simply waved a hand.

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

Ash glanced back at Kael and Caelan, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“See? A single thought.”

Outside the stronghold, the guards were caught in a relentless loop — collapsing, reforming, and collapsing again. The cycle was unmistakably violent, but Ash’s expression didn’t shift.

The twins watched with wide grins, impressed despite themselves wanting to test their own power.

The air filled with the wet sound of bodies bursting and reforming, over and over.

The group walked forward as if they owned the place, Ash at the center, unbothered by the carnage.

“Feel better, my loves?” he asked, leaning down to kiss both Nia and Katherine on the forehead.

“Hehe—nope! I need more kisses!” Nia declared, immediately grabbing his collar and stealing his lips.

Seris floated lazily beside them, rolling her eyes.

“At least they learned something from their stupidity last time.”

They hadn’t been here for that incident, but the Clan shared stories freely. Everyone knew what Nia and Katherine had done with the war and etc.

Nia grinned, licking her lips as she pulled back from Ash—satisfied, but clearly hungry for more.

“Duh. My mother probably beat the guards for a few years straight too.”

Aurora spoke up as they approached the towering doors. “So… are we here to fight, or is this just a reunion?”

Ash tilted his head, amused. “My Rora… are you getting antsy to fight too?”

Her cheeks flushed instantly. Even as the Goddess of Musical Creation, she’d taken her lessons seriously—and now she wanted to use them.

Really use them….

In real combat.

Seeing her expression, Ash reached over and ruffled her hair.

“Haha, don’t worry. I’m ready to break a few things too, Rora. But first, it’s time to meet your grandmother and your aunt.”

With that, he placed a hand on the massive doors.

They didn’t creak. They didn’t resist. They simply opened—as if the entire stronghold recognized him.

And inside, waiting exactly as he expected, were all the people he’d come to see.

—-

Inside the throne room, it wasn’t just the Asuras gathered.

Their allies were present as well—every faction that had stood with them through the tide of time.

Loyalty and strength were the only currencies the Asuras respected, and abandoning their allies had never been an option.

Dozens of thrones—obsidian, bone, flames, metal—formed a wide semicircle. Seated upon them were the leaders of each clan, all watching the same projection they always used to monitor the outside world.

Today… like the last few centuries, it showed nothing but blankness.

“This grandson of mine… he’s certainly taking his time,” Lirael sighed, leaning back in her throne.

None of the higher Asuras carried their usual wild, unhinged aura anymore. The madness had dulled, replaced by a heavy, quiet clarity.

The Lower Dimension losing ninety‑nine percent of its inhabitants had a way of stripping away theatrics.

The room felt less like a den of psychos and more like a family waiting for someone who’d been gone too long.

Even so, Lirael was dying to meet him.

Asuras sought everything through power—love, loyalty, respect, even hatred. Strength was the root of all things.

And after witnessing even a fraction of what Ash commanded—the Infinite Resource Fountain, the Originat multiversal conquest—there was only one conclusion they could draw.

Tylor nodded toward the two women floating directly in front of the projection.

Sandra and Shia hovered so close their noses were practically touching the blank screen, as if proximity alone would force it to show something.

“With strength like his,” Tylor said, “he has every right to come and go as he pleases.”

None of them had ever truly seen Ash fight.

Even during the final battle, what they saw felt like a war that shook their blood and bones… and then, suddenly, it was over.

Just ended.

They never saw the flames that consumed an entire dimension. They never saw the moment reality itself bent.

They simply weren’t strong enough to perceive it.

Truthfully, even the targets wouldn’t have seen it—if they hadn’t been targets.

As they talked, Sandra and Shia turned toward the entrance at the exact same moment.

As the massive doors swung open, both felt their hearts skip—but their faces told two completely different stories.

Sandra’s smile bloomed instantly, wild and bright, as if she could feel him more clearly than ever.

Shia, on the other hand, felt panic coil in her chest. Her expression tightened, breath catching as the group stepped into the throne room.

All eyes shifted—every leader, every ally—toward the man walking at the front.

The air seemed to bend around him.

“Son…” Sandra whispered.

“Brother…” Shia breathed, voice barely steady