Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 327: The Slash of Creation - Worth Celebration

Chapter 327: The Slash of Creation – Worth Celebration

When Ash first arrived in the Land of Weaving, he already knew more than he should have—Vane’s memories had given him a glimpse behind the curtain.

And with his understanding of the nine organisms… he had already begun to recognize the truth staring him in the face.

The knowledge and history of the Lower Realm of this place just solidified those thoughts.

’To think this place is on the verge of becoming the tenth organism.’

The thought made him chuckle as mana condensed into his katana. Honestly, this entire show of power and mana, was simply out of boredom.

With the current situation at hand… he figured such a situation deserved some flash. This place progressing towards becoming the tenth organism meant good things for him after all.

More Organisms meant more realms, more dimensions and more diversity in his own cultivation verse.

Now that he had the full history and structure of its Lower Realm—he knew that this was indeed the work of someone from the Third Dimension.

Not just any cultivator either, but a being from the 99th Heaven of their Middle Dimension.

A being who could see far more than most and also someone who had been exiled for reasons Ash didn’t yet know.

Yet this revelation only made Ash snort.

’Ambitious indeed… but utterly ridiculous.’

He shook his head as the thought,

’For starters, the dimensions are supposed to be your cultivation, idiot. But whatever… I’ll just make it better.’

He shrugged, as the thoughts passed. The Infinite Weaver, he obviously didn’t know enough about the Organisms but that was all better for Ash.

Then with Primordia, still raised high he winked at Isa.

“Isa… you must be interested in my Pantheon, right?”

“Your —” she began, but Ash cut her off with a raised hand.

“Aht. Yes, yes, I’m the leader of the Ineffable and all that.”

He gestured lazily toward the distant Masque where Diana, Mira, and Lithia continued carving through anyone bold—or foolish—enough to remain.

“And since my beautiful Valkyries are making a statement… I wouldn’t be much of a leader if I didn’t have a base ready for them, right?”

His tone was light, almost playful.

But what he did next was anything but.

Since his women were displaying the prowess of their Constellations and Goddess Stars…

Ash decided to do the same. Except unlike them, his talents still belonged to the outside power system. And he didn’t exactly have a God/Constellation star…

So, instead he just did something else.

|Primordia Sword Art: The Slash of Creation (???) | -1% MP

Using one of his talents, he created a sub-skill on the fly. It was already known that skills only needed imagination… and with him using a talent at the basis.

It was much easier than one may think. Not just that, he no longer needed reality to confirm or restrict his skills.

He had his own reality, which meant he could handle such things on his own.

The instant he swung his sword downward, an arc burst forth—a massive crescent of multicolored essence glowing with pure power.

It was so vast it seemed bigger than entire universes, stretching across the sky of the Land of Weaving.

Yet, with uncanny precision, it struck only its intended target.

CRACK!!!!!

CRACK!!!!!

Space broke wherever the arc passed, leaving behind trails that refused to mend.

The Infinite Weavers drifting behind Ash and the others inside felt the weight of impending doom more than anyone.

“ACTIVATE DEFENSIVE MEASURES—NOW!” Isa yelled. In a heartbeat, they rushed forward, triggering every barrier, array, and formation woven into their floating palace.

HUMMMMM!!!!!

In a heartbeat, blue threads came alive, weaving a dome around the floating palace.

But what use was that to someone like Ash?

The sword’s arc didn’t slow, nor did it collide with the threaded barrier—it simply slipped through every defense like sketches dissolving in water.

When the arc struck the palace, it shuddered, as though something had seeped into the very fabric of its structure.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Cracks began to spread along the thread walls as prismatic light spilled through every gap.

Then—

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

The entire palace—no, the entire valley stretching for ten million kilometers—erupted in a spectacular explosion of color and debris.

Yet, even amid the chaos, the sound was smothered by the sudden blaze of white flames sweeping across the land. The Infinite Weavers within, already crushed by immense power, began burning down to their very souls.

And when the dust finally cleared, only a handful of figures remained drifting in the sky—elderly men and women, charred beyond recognition.

“I… truly cannot believe this,” Ash murmured in shock, leaning forward and squinting his eyes.

Surrounding them, he could see a faint aura of life.

“They actually survived the attack,” he said, before bursting into the mad laughter of someone truly overjoyed.

“HAHA!” He felt a happiness unlike any other.

Honestly, even though he’d seen this before, experiencing it firsthand was something else. He hadn’t put much effort into the attack, yet they still survived—and that alone was worth celebrating.

“Umm, love, what’s so funny?” Katherine asked, as she and the other women looked on in confusion.

Ash wiped tears from his eyes, while Isa and the others stared at him in horror.

“Oh, nothing really. I just thought I’d never find a truly good battle again,” he said, as the land before them began to reshape, the essence of Rebirth taking form.

“If these beings can withstand even a sliver of my power… then their leader should be interesting, don’t you think?”

“…I’m starting to understand what the others meant about you being absurd,” Aeloris said with a chuckle.

Below them, the palace’s remnants twisted, folded, and reshaped—not into what it once was, but into something far greater.

A golden citadel emerged from the mist, settling on a vibrant, multicolored grass plain.

Statues of Ash’s wives, Valkyries, and other companions lined the path, with his own towering figure dominating the end.

At the entrance, shimmering script formed on a sign: INEFFABLE PANTHEON.

Isa could only stare in stunned silence as Ash turned to her, wearing a calm smile that belied the enormity of his actions.

“And there it is… a proper base for my people.”

BaDUMP!

Her heart skipped—not from affection this time, but from the chilling realization.

This man… no, the entire faction… they weren’t merely strong; they were utterly beyond comprehension.