Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 333: And The Race Begins - The Goddess of Runes
Chapter 333: And The Race Begins – The Goddess of Runes
While Ash had begun his journey of breaking this entire Oath… and he didn’t plan on going to all 9,999 of them.
That wouldn’t be very Ash-like, would it?
His women — the six who had chosen the path of adventure — sat together on the jagged edge of a black cliff, legs dangling over a drop that plunged straight into the heart of the city below.
The view was intense, though not for them—lust was just a part of everyday life.
Every district teemed with an endless ocean of shifting bodies, pulsing with raw, unyielding desire.
As Ash had said before leaving, this was the realm of Sylvie’s parents—Lust Demons, forever bound to their eternal craving.
By now the six women here had reached Mid Hyperversal Equivalent—and, truthfully, surpassed it. What mattered most was the elevation of their existence, allowing them, like Ash, to span up to ninety-five Layers of Reality.
Sylvie sat at the center; her long white hair streaked with green drifting gently.
To her left, Seraphiel and Aeloris reclined, quietly amused by the ’chaos’, while Madison leaned back on her elbows to the right, with a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
Behind them, Rune floated cross-legged, and Katherine lingered at the edge, crimson eyes glinting as she surveyed the city.
Seraphiel was the first to break the silence.
“Well, since we’re as strong as the Ancestors of this domain… how should we approach this?”
Madison chuckled, swinging her feet idly over the edge.
“I’d say that’s up to the Valkyrie here.”
Rune tilted her head, her silver eyes narrowing toward the central spire where Sylvie’s parents ruled.
“To think you’re a descendant of such powerhouses,” she said with a smirk.
Through the sub nexus, Elysia had given them a basic rundown of the situation.
Much like the endless cultivation in other Domains, this one was similar—except Lust Demons drew more power through intimacy, making the Domain deeply sensual.
Katherine’s lips curved into a sharp smile, her crimson eyes glinting.
“No wonder she’s so energetic in bed. She’s the daughter of two powerful Lust Demons.”
Sylvie stared down at the glowing spire, at a clan that bore no resemblance to her own.
All she had ever known was the Clan from her home universe.
Her parents had supposedly died in a war over a realm, but that had all been a lie. She couldn’t understand why they would fake their deaths, leaving her and her eldest sister behind. It made no sense.
Yet, as she sat there gazing over the domain, listening to the banter of her sisters—sisters she knew would never betray her—a fleeting thought crossed her mind…
’Do I even care?’
With everything she had gained since her sister’s betrayal, she couldn’t care less about those so-called parents or her revenge.
’Though… she and that filthy husband of hers will die anyway,’ she mused, a teasing smile curling onto her lips.
The others waited in silence.
She turned to them and said, “Why are you all acting like you don’t already know my decision?” Rising to her feet, she added, “We have a race to win, don’t we?”
Madison rose with feline grace, stretching like a predator ready to strike.
“Haha, my girl!” she laughed, the thrill of battle long overdue. “That’s the spirit we need—let’s go break some damn demons!”
And as for the Goddess of Beasts… she was finally starting to show her true colors.
Rune also stood up as she rolled her shoulder.
“Solo the whole city? Including the ancestors and your parents’ entire clan?”
Aeloris stood, white silk swaying, her gaze fixed on the central spire.
“Didn’t you hear? Every last one.”
Sylvie chuckled, giving a knowing nod.
“Indeed… every last one.”
Together, the six stepped off the cliff.
No grand gestures. No pause.
They just fell.
And as they descended….
Each of them vanished as if they were never together to begin with… well not all of them.
Falling downwards with her charcoal skin and silver hair and eyes. Rune smiled as she activated her power gifted by the codex.
As mentioned before, the women didn’t have much to work with.
Their talents were practically useless—not entirely, but operating within a different system meant they could never reach their full potential.
Still, that hardly mattered when faced with the powers granted by the Codex.
At present, none had even surpassed the first tier. Yet even that was enough, for these abilities could let a mortal obliterate a god—if it was the right one.
And she, the Goddess of Runes, wielded a power unlike any other.
|Bloodline Rune|
There was no grand spectacle—just the moment she willed it, a single multicolored sigil, shifting through every hue of existence, bloomed from her palm.
This power was exactly as described, tied directly to her bloodline.
Through this rune, she could issue commands or grant enhancements rooted in the elements of her lineage. Their bloodline, however, was no longer the same as before… thanks to Ash’s system.
Yet, in the end, they were all still Primavus—and that alone made this power utterly broken.
The rune was tiny at first.
Then it expanded.
Rapidly.
It shot upward and outward in a silent explosion of prismatic light, growing until it covered the entire sky above the city like a second sun made of living color.
Every street, every tower, every writhing body in every plaza was bathed in its shifting, impossible spectrum.
The entire city froze mid-motion.
Millions of beings—succubi, incubi, and every other race entwined in pleasure—suddenly looked up in a wave of instinctive dread.
Rune’s voice echoed—soft, clear, and reaching every soul in the domain.
“Until the day I die… or until I decide to leave this city…”
Her silver eyes shone with calm resolve.
“…aside from Primavus… there will be no lust here.”
The change was immediate. Every moan, every gasp, every trace of desire that had shaped this realm for countless years vanished in an instant.
Bodies that had been locked together in ecstasy went limp. Eyes that had burned with insatiable hunger dulled into confusion and emptiness.
The largest spires stopped pulsing.
The air, once heavy with the scent of lust and excess, turned sharp and empty.
In the midst of a public orgy, a succubus screamed—not in ecstasy, but in sudden, terrifying awareness as the centuries-old hunger that had fueled her vanished like a candle’s flame in the wind.
In the central plaza, an incubus lord fell to his knees, clutching his chest.
Across the city, waves of panic spread as millions realized the one driving force they had known for ages was gone.
Rune lowered her hand, yet the massive multicolored rune still blazed overhead like an unshakable decree.
She looked down at the lifeless city, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at her lips.
“I guess the first move’s mine.”
In an instant, the other five women appeared across various points of the city.
And the moment her words rang out, the central tower erupted in a violent explosion.
“WHO?!”
