Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 313: The Ineffable Pantheon (2)

Chapter 313: The Ineffable Pantheon (2)

Kaelthyr and Kyron had been impossibly busy since the destruction of the Lower Dimension.

The reasons were many, but the greatest lay in the nature of the Abyss itself and the way the Nine Organisms operated. In most cultivation worlds, there would be something resembling a reincarnation system — or at least a being assigned to oversee it.

But Ash now understood that no such system existed here.

There was no reincarnation cycle. No overseer. No cosmic judge.

This was why beings like Vexar could “regress” in such strange ways.

When people died and didn’t fall into the Abyss, it wasn’t wrong to say they reincarnated… but the truth was more complicated.

They didn’t return as themselves.

They became entirely new souls.

It was less reincarnation and more a recycling mechanism — old souls broken down to create new ones. No memories carried over, no continuity, unless rare exceptions intervened.

With each cycle, the Organisms’ cultivation increased by a fraction, and the entire cultivation verse gained a slight rise in potential and power.

Which left the true purpose of the Abyss.

The Abyss held every soul that failed to recycle — every soul that couldn’t be cleansed of its past life. In essence, it functioned like a reservoir for the “reincarnation” system. The more souls it contained, the faster the cultivation verse prospered.

So, when Ash destroyed it all… he had thought he was simply doing Kaelthyr a favor, boosting his strength.

He hadn’t realized just how powerful Kaelthyr would become as a result — not until he consumed all knowledge.

Now, standing within the Abyss once more, Ash saw two massive cocoons. One was pure darkness.

The other was woven entirely from souls.

“So, this is where that bastard ran off to, huh?” Nia said, already sensing the vampiric essence leaking from the soul-wrapped cocoon.

“Well, he is the king of this place… or lord,” Ash replied as he approached. As they flew over the frozen lake, now emptied of souls, and Aurelia spoke.

“And this… is the Abyss? I expected demons or something.”

The Abyss had never been a grand secret, at least not to those old or powerful enough to care. Aurelia simply wasn’t one of them.

She had always been more interested in stirring trouble or slipping into mortal disguises to amuse herself than studying cosmic mechanics.

“I thought the same,” Celeste said as they approached the cocoons. “But this place is far tamer than it sounds.”

It had taken them only moments to arrive.

Ash stood before the two massive structures, Aurora drifting to his side.

“Hehe… the famed cheap master?” she teased as a black book materialized in Ash’s hand.

“Indeed. My cheap master,” Ash replied with a quiet laugh as he began writing into the codex.

He had known for a long time that his fellow transmigrator was stubborn.

Even though he could have asked Ash for help at any time, he never did unless absolutely necessary. Every battle, every breakthrough, every step forward — he had earned through his own effort.

From a vampire feared by many but insignificant in the grand scheme, he had risen to become not only the Progenitor but the Lord of the Abyss itself.

And Ash knew exactly what drove him.

He wanted to see the path of vampirism to its absolute end. That alone was reason enough for Ash to respect him — and reason enough not to turn him into a Primavus.

Instead, Ash intended for Kaelthyr to become the first catalyst for what a bloodline truly meant within his cultivation verse.

Bloodlines, as they existed now, were bloated with perks and arbitrary talents — the result of the Nine Organisms’ laziness. Ash had no intention of carrying that same chaotic structure forward.

What he envisioned was different.

A system where boundlessness was possible, but not through clutter or randomness. His time on Earth had shaped that vision — he always preferred novels where characters clawed their way up from nothing, without systems or external crutches.

The goal remained the same though. Everyone would have the potential to become overwhelming in power.

But the path would be streamlined, coherent, and meaningful.

With decrees and talents passed down through stars, bloodlines would serve a new purpose — not as shortcuts, but as foundations.

Kaelthyr, however, faced a unique problem.

On his own, he might never reach the end of the vampiric path he sought. Not without Ash’s intervention.

’With the Nosferatu roaming freely… the Vampire’s Origin… the Nosferatu Progenitor… and their Origin as well,’ Ash thought as he finished writing.

There were simply too many beings standing above Kaelthyr.

The Nosferatu were the predecessors of all vampires, and like every race — they possessed both an Origin and a Progenitor. Each one stood higher on the ladder of blood and evolution.

Ash closed the book.

“And so, both Kaelthyr and Kyron will take on their new forms. Kaelthyr will become the God of Vampires — and the Constellation of Samsara. Kyron will become the God of Souls.”

In Ash’s cultivation verse, Kaelthyr would mark the peak of racial hierarchy.

He hadn’t finalized the ranks yet, but God would be the apex for bloodlines — each tier above granting greater combat potential and the ability to fight across realms of power.

CRACK!

CRACK!

The cocoons split open, cracks spreading like lightning until both Kaelthyr and Kyron stepped free.

Kaelthyr hadn’t changed much. His long black hair, pale skin, and lean frame remained the same, though new tattoos now traced up his neck and curled toward his ear, pulsing faintly with power.

Kyron, however, had grown significantly since anyone last saw him.

He now stood nearly as tall as the others — just under seven feet — and looked to be in his mid‑twenties. His skin remained abyssal black, but the glowing veins that once ran red now shone a stark, luminous white.

“Long time no see, brat,” Kaelthyr said as his vision cleared.

Ash wore his usual easy smile. “I could say the same… but where’s my thanks?”

Kaelthyr rolled his eyes, then glanced toward Kyron — and for a moment, his façade cracked. A flicker of his Earth self-slipped through.

“What the he—” He stopped abruptly as he noticed his own changes.

Power surged through him, far beyond anything he had ever felt. Powerful wasn’t even the right word.

That’s because like the others, he was operating on an entirely different state of existence now.

And without needing to ask, the knowledge of what he had become flowed into his mind.

When the influx settled, he narrowed his eyes at Ash, who was clearly waiting for something.

Kaelthyr let out a long, resigned sigh.

“Ah… thank yo—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “Yeah right, brat. I never asked for this golden finger!”