Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 334: And The Race Begins (2)
Chapter 334: And The Race Begins (2)
From the central spire, the Patriarch and Matriarch of the Lust Demons hovered in the skies.
The Patriarch, a towering incubus with obsidian horns curling upward and skin like polished midnight, radiated fury, his fists clenched so tightly that cracks spread across his flawless flesh.
Beside him, the Matriarch—a succubus of chilling beauty with flowing crimson hair streaked with green and eyes that once overflowed with desire—now burned with cold, murderous rage.
The haze of lust that had shrouded their domain for years was gone, leaving the once most sensual realm in the Higher Realm feeling dead, empty, and wrong.
Behind them, thousands of elders floated in perfect formation—ancient Lust Demons from every sub-branch, their alluring auras twisted into something sharp and dangerous.
Looming behind the assembly stood the Gate, a massive archway of living rose-quartz and black marble sealing the hidden vault where the clan’s oldest ancestors slept in eternal ecstasy.
Like the domain itself, the Gate’s usual erotic glow had dimmed to a weak, sickly flicker.
The Patriarch’s voice cracked through the domain like a whip.
“WHO DARES?!” he roared again, his gaze sweeping the expanse, the sound rattling every tower in the city.
The Matriarch’s nails dug into her palms, black ichor welling up.
“It must be some foolish lower realm ascendants… though even that shouldn’t be possible.”
From the rear ranks, an ancient crone with six restless tails hissed.
“They’re not of any clan I know.”
“Bring them to me!” the Patriarch barked, eyes blazing. “They’re scattered across the domain… six of them… bring me their heads!”
And with that, each of the Elders moved—six thousand five hundred Early Hyperversals, to be exact. But the six women were already deep within the domain, each preparing to unleash hell.
Sylvie wandered alone through the eastern pleasure districts.
Rune floated above the northern spires, a multicolored rune still blazing overhead.
Madison stalked the western underbelly with a feral grin.
Seraphiel sliced through the southern skies.
Aeloris glided through the central gardens like a ghost in white silk, while Katherine prowled the outer walls, crimson eyes glowing with predatory patience.
—–
Now although the plan was simple… kill and erase each being in this domain.
Like Sylvie said… each person had to go. And each woman sat out to do exactly that. Rune descended in the main city of the Northern Domain.
Rune descended alone into the main city of the Northern Domain, her charcoal skin and silver hair catching the dim twilight as she touched down in the heart of what had once been a grand pleasure plaza.
And the silence was deafening.
Everywhere she looked, the once-vibrant streets were filled with broken, exhausted figures.
Proud succubi and incubi who had fed on desire — were now slumped against walls or lay sprawled on the rose-quartz ground, eyes hollow, chests heaving with shallow, empty breaths.
Their perfect bodies, once glowing with endless hunger, looked frail and faded, skin dull and lips cracked. Other races that had lived among them — humans, beast-kin, ethereal spirits — fared no better.
They wandered aimlessly or sat staring into nothing, faces twisted in quiet despair, like addicts suddenly cut off from the only thing that had ever given their lives meaning.
And even though many were already dying, none of it bothered her.
As Rune took it all in with calm eyes, she didn’t waste a single second.
Without a word, without an edict, she simply raised her hand once more.
|Bloodline Rune – Endings|
The colossal multicolored sigil still burned in the sky above the entire domain, but now a second, silent layer activated beneath it — invisible to all but her.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
Her mana sense exploded outward in a single, perfect pulse.
It swept across every street, every tower, every hidden chamber in the entire Northern Domain — thousands upon thousands of beings at once.
In that instant, a tiny, shifting multicolored rune appeared on the forehead of every single living creature within her reach. The runes settled gently, glowing for only a fraction of a second before fading into the skin like ink soaking into parchment.
No one noticed—though not that they were in any state to notice—and even at their best, they wouldn’t have.
Rune closed her eyes for the briefest moment, and every single rune flared at once. When her eyes opened, there was no explosion, no grand spectacle.
She had no interest in flair; she came from a Human race that was tyrannical by nature. Since childhood, she’d known one thing best: absolute power inspired the most fear, not flashy displays.
The Northern Domain, once filled with thousands of exhausted, dying souls, was now… filled with… well, nothing.
Bodies crumbled into fine silver dust where they stood. Souls unraveled into nothingness before they could even comprehend it.
In less than a second, the entire domain lay empty.
Rune lowered her hand, the colossal rune overhead flickering once before vanishing.
She exhaled softly, silver eyes sweeping over the still, silent city of dust.
“Well, the others will be pissed if I keep this thing active,” she muttered, strolling casually through the ruins.
—–
Over in the western section Madison could be seen floating casually as she had a bored look on her face.
She hovered a few dozen feet above the grand western plaza, dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black battle-silk that clung to every curve like a second skin.
The fabric shimmered with faint patterns — that seemed to move when she breathed.
Her slitted eyes flicked upward just as the colossal multicolored rune in the northern sky winked out completely.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips.
“Finally… but damn does she work fast.”
She clapped her hands together once — hard.
CLAP!
A thunderous crack echoed across the entire western domain, jolting every weary soul from their stupor.
In the streets, alleys, towers, and hidden pleasure dens, Lust Demons, succubi, incubi, and countless other races who had languished in hollow despair sat bolt upright, eyes wide as that familiar, overwhelming hunger surged back into them like a tidal wave.
And just like that… the lust was back.
Within seconds the entire western domain erupted back into frenzied sex — bodies slamming together, moans rising in desperate waves, the air thickening with raw carnal energy once more.
Madison’s smile vanished. Her expression twisted into a deep, disgusted frown.
“Fucking pathetic.”
She lifted a hand, fingers curling as she tapped into the same essence Rune wielded—the Erosence—but turned it in a completely different direction.
Rather than wiping away lust, she bent it, twisted it, and funneled every drop of that rekindled desire straight toward herself.
Not to fuck her…. obviously not.
But instead, she gave them the endless desire… To kill her.
And the effect was instant and horrifying.
Every single being in the western domain —hundreds of thousands of them — suddenly locked onto Madison with blood-red eyes full of murderous intent.
The lust that had defined their existence warped into pure, primal bloodlust aimed solely at the floating figure above them.
Madison’s frown melted into a feral grin as she activated her own Codex gift.
|Primal Marking|
In that instant before any of them could even react, invisible marks — glowing, primal sigils shaped like claw prints — seared themselves onto the foreheads of every living creature across the entire western domain.
The mark only lingered for only two minutes… but that was more than enough.
Her senses burst outward in a rush.
She could hear every frantic heartbeat, every racing thought, every desperate scheme to bring her down.
Their locations shone in her mind like brilliant beacons scattered across the domain.
She could follow them, appear beside them in an instant, and—most importantly—deal limitless damage to any target she’d marked.
This power, like all the others the codex granted, was completely overpowered.
Imagine a toddler flicking a Cosmic Overlord on the head after being marked, and the Overlord dying because the damage was multiplied infinitely. Or picture a third-dimensional being able to read the thoughts of someone from much higher layers.
It was just broken.
Madison’s nails lengthened into razor-sharp obsidian claws, her fingers elongating slightly as she fully embraced her nature as the Goddess of Beasts.
“Let’s play, and you better not break too quickly,” she purred, her voice low and hungry.
In a blink, she vanished from the sky and reappeared at the heart of the largest chaos-fueled mob, claws already flashing.
The carnage began.
Her claws sliced through flesh and bone like it was nothing.
Marked bodies burst into red mist the moment she struck. She blinked from one cluster to another in flashes of crimson light—tearing, slashing, laughing as the western domain dissolved into a storm of screams and chaos.
Two minutes.
That’s all she had to paint the entire western section red.
And she planned to savor every second of it.
