Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 331: Ash vs The Sables (2)
Chapter 331: Ash vs The Sables (2)
The moment Ash finished speaking, he moved, only to immediately feel the weight of the beings restraining him.
The invisible chains that had been cast weren’t something he could simply break simply.
After all, these were Ninth Dimensional existences. To clarify, starting at the Ascendent rank, cultivators gain access to up to fifty Layers of reality.
With this, their concepts, talents, or whatever else they wield would be concealed within layers far beyond the reach of a lower existence.
[A/N: The number of layers a person operates on simply depends on their existence. For example, 5D equals 50, 6D equals 60, and so on.]
Even so, such things couldn’t define Ash, regardless of whether they outranked him or not.
He was the Origin of all things, the ultimate ever-becoming.
He weaved through the lances the Sable fired from his illusory crucible, each one infused with Erosence and Contradiction. When he dodged, he was attacked—yet somehow not attacked at all.
The clash turned swiftly into a battle of pure conceptual dominance. Ash smirked and activated his Verdict.
|Verdict of The Unwritten – Null Crown Affirmation|
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
In that moment, anything that tried to oppose, limit, or restrict Ash became meaningless.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. These beings still operated at least ten layers above him, so while his movements were far freer, some resistance remained.
“Well, this is fine for now,” he thought.
With a swift motion, he lashed out with the chain in his hand, aiming for the Sable who had been enforcing the binds.
|Sever|
CRACK-WHIP!
The white chain ripped through the air like a living comet, black streaks trailing as it barreled toward the third Hyperversal’s chest—set on cleaving straight through him.
His eye slits widened in shock.
“Impossible—!”
He threw his arms across his body, channeling every drop of his essence into his Strata, forcing a desperate shield into existence.
Layers of unseen reality coiled around him like chains, stacking one over the other in a frantic attempt to deflect the strike across multiple layers at once.
But with Sever and his Verdict active, there wasn’t much deflecting he could manage.
The chain struck.
SHKAAAAAAAAA!
The impact sounded like a thousand bells breaking all at once.
The invisible bindings fractured—spiderwebbing through space itself—but somehow held together.
The force of the blow drove the Hyperversal down into the molten sea below.
Ash’s smile stayed fixed, even as the first Hyperversal’s shimmering crucible above them blazed brighter.
“You arrogant whelp!” the crucible-wielder roared.
|Rebirth Devour (Ascendant)|
[A/N: FYI, the ranks of talents and other things follow the power system hierarchy: Transcendent, Ascendant, Harbinger, and so on, with the last few to be revealed soon.]
Three lances of white-hot, purified force tore toward him—each one heavy with the essence of consumption, rebirth, erosence, and contradiction.
They weren’t just physical; they existed in multiple places at once, intent on erasing Ash from the inside out by purifying the very core of his being.
Ash twisted in mid-air.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
He dodged the first two lances by a hair’s breadth—each one slamming into the molten sea and blasting the remaining sections of the plaza into glassed craters.
The third grazed his shoulder… and even though it was just a scrape, it hurt like hell. Real pain—something he hadn’t felt in years—flared to life.
The tattoos across his bare torso writhed, black and red patterns glowing in protest as the Cruciblance tried to purify and remake a fragment of him… but failed instantly.
Ash clicked his tongue as the wound closed in a heartbeat.
“Tch. That actually stung a little. Not bad, I guess.”
Yet, while he stood in the air preparing to move again, the second Hyperversal didn’t waste the opening.
|Conceptual Dissolution (Transcendent)|
HUMMMMMM!!!!!!
He clapped his palms together with force.
The molten sea beneath Ash heaved upward, forming a mountain-sized wave, now charged with a power that could erase not just matter, but the very concept of life itself.
Ash whirled the chain above his head in a blazing white arc before bringing it crashing down.
WHIRRRRR—CRACK!
The chain met the wave head-on. With sever still active, it sliced through the front of the tsunami, parting it like a curtain, but the back half still came crashing into him.
BOOOOOOOM!
Ash was thrown backward, his body tumbling through the air as molten metal tried to sear through his skin. He crashed into a half-melted tower, splitting it in two, then landed in a crouch with a grin.
Anyone might think he was struggling, but in truth, he was enjoying every moment.
How long had it been since he’d felt real pain?
And that wasn’t all—there was a reason he hadn’t pushed the fight too far yet. He was still working on building affection, and not from these Sables…
[Morgana Nox (Mid Hyperversal) – 96% Affection]
’You never know who’s watching, huh?’ he thought, still receiving nonstop affection notifications throughout the fight.
And if he wasn’t mistaken… well, he wasn’t at all.
’So, the Nosferatu made it into the Higher Realm too.’
As the thought passed, the commander’s voice boomed from the spatial crack.
“You dare toy with us?! The Patriarch and Matriarch will not be disturbed by a mere insect!”
He lifted one colossal hand, orange sigils blazing across his towering twenty-foot frame.
“All Sables—Ascendant Strata Formation!”
The thousands of remaining Sables roared together.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!!
In the blink of an eye, Ash watched the molten, lava-like substance merge into a solid dome, sealing off any escape.
The sables’ bodies stacked their Strata in flawless unison, forming a living fortress of conceptual metal poised to strike from every angle.
Ash rolled his shoulders, the chain in his grip humming louder than ever.
One glance told him the only way out was to take down everyone inside.
“Well, well…” he muttered, voice turning colder, sharper. “Look who just booked an uber to the Abyss.”
HUMMMMM!!!!!
In that moment, Elysia perched on his shoulder copied Morgana’s rank, and he instantly ascended to the Hyperversal rank, becoming a Ninth Dimensional existence.
BOOOOOM!!!!!!
The nine black rings in his golden eyes whirled faster, the tattoos across his bare torso blazing black and red as his aura alone shattered the freshly formed dome.
He, for one, was done warming up—his goal had been met after all.
And before the Sables could even process the absurdity unfolding before them, the slaughter began.
