Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 335: The Constellation of Luck
Chapter 335: The Constellation of Luck
As the women continued to tear through the Domain of Sylvie’s parents, she herself was not exactly carving beings up.
Instead, she sat atop a luxurious obsidian roof overlooking one of the grand outer chambers of the eastern pleasure district. Her white-green hair swayed gently in the breeze as she looked down with calm, detached eyes.
“How disgusting….” She muttered as below her, in the middle of an extravagant plaza, was a circular bed draped in black and purple silk, was her sister — completely naked and lost in ecstasy.
Her sister was the center of a large orgy consisting entirely of men.
Over a dozen powerful incubi and other races surrounded her, taking turns, some waiting their turn while stroking themselves.
Her husband — the same wimp who had once helped try to kill and rape Sylvie — sat on a throne-like chair at the edge of the bed, watching with hungry, possessive eyes while occasionally joining in.
Sylvie sat in silence for a long moment, watching the scene unfold. She felt nothing—no burning rage, no deep heartbreak.
Just a quiet, cold indifference with a faint hint of amusement.
“All those schemes… and you ended up nothing but a whore,” she said.
Truthfully, she didn’t even care how it had come to this. She knew Ash had sent her away, but how she ended up here, in her parents’ domain, was a mystery—and one she had no interest in solving.
Right now, her attention was fixed on something far more important.
She tilted her head slightly, pondering the best way to deliver her payback. Well, payback wasn’t quite right… it was more like a fitting punishment.
She could make it slow and humiliating, maybe even let her husband experience it himself.
Or perhaps twist their desires until they consumed each other in madness, she mused briefly before halting the thought.
A small smile played on her lips as she wondered how Ash might handle this.
’Master would probably have a few approaches,’ she thought, absently tapping her chin, already tuning out the nonsense below—it would end soon anyway.
Ash would either erase them outright—casually, without hesitation—or, if needed, strip away everything that gave their lives meaning before discarding them like trash.
Just look at Vesper, the eternal training dummy.
“I’ve got it… let’s clear out the small fry first,” she said, rising to her feet.
But before she could act, a crushing pressure descended from all sides….
Well to her, it felt like a sudden gust had engulfed the domain.
Over a thousand powerful auras—elders and elite guards—locked onto her at once.
Their combined killing intent bore down like a mountain, trying to crush her where she stood. The air thickened, oppressive, yet Sylvie remained calm.
The chaos below had gone silent, every eye fixed on her.
Instead of fear or tension, a soft, dangerous smile spread across her face. She simply willed her power into motion.
|Lucky Twist|
And…. for the next three minutes, all events would go in her favor.
—-
With her sword in hand, she descended from the skies in a slow, backward free fall, almost as if she were gracefully floating.
Her white battle dress hugged her athletic frame, rippling gently in the air.
As the wind caressed her face and her long white-green hair streamed upward, she smiled, carried away by a sudden rush of exhilaration.
[A/N: I’m picturing that Gojo vs Toji scene… lmao]
For her plan to succeed, she’d have to tap into her power of luck—not just from the Constellation Star, but deep within her bloodline.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!.
This was perhaps the last thread tying her to reality.
In that moment, she smiled as a green aura burst from her, sweeping across the entire domain.
She paid no mind to the elders who had just arrived—the strongest among them were Mid Hyperversals, just like her.
And if it wasn’t obvious by now, there was no way anyone of the same rank could stand against her under normal circumstances, especially when they knew nothing about her.
She was the Constellation of Luck, one of the most mysterious concepts.
But what was luck, really?
To mortals, it might be random chance, good fortune, or probability.
To Sylvie, however, luck was the invisible hand that bent reality toward the outcome she already desired. For her, inevitability didn’t exist—no matter how certain an event seemed, she decided what actually happened.
As the aura faded from the District of Pleasure, nothing was the same—except Sylvie, still drifting lazily through the skies with her sword in hand and a teasing smile.
When she touched down, she spun into a smooth flip, landing with effortless grace.
Before her knelt her sister and her husband, while behind her lay countless dead—lust demons, humans, and more.
After all, she had said she’d start with the small fry… hadn’t she?
SCREEEECHHHH
She slowly approached them, her sword dragging with a long, grating sound against the marble floor.
The piercing sound made the two demons clutch their heads as their eardrums ruptured.
As she approached, her smile never faded… then she slowly shifted back into the exact form Ash had first seen her in.
She looked a bit battered, her clothes torn, long purple hair tangled and wild, purple-black horns curling from her head, and that classic succubus appearance.
“!!!!” Sylvie’s sister’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Before she could utter a word, her mouth vanished entirely.
“No talking for you… not yet,” she said as they all disappeared.
Oh… she clearly had quite the plan. an indeed and the reason she let her aura run so wild… Well, it was for her parents of course.
—-
Standing over the central domain, guarding the Gate of Ancestors, the Patriarch and Matriarch wore expressions of shock.
Their gaze stretched billions of kilometers as if the scenes were right before them, revealing nothing but the utter massacre of their entire domain.
From ordinary inhabitants to visitors, even the elders who had only recently arrived—none were spared. They would have called upon the Ancestors for aid, but those very Ancestors were currently incapacitated… thanks to Sylvie, of course.
Not just that—the Aura of Luck was what brought the greatest shock.
“She’s still alive?” the Matriarch muttered, unable to believe what she was sensing.
“Isn’t this… good for us then?” the Patriarch said, his desire overflowing even though he couldn’t move.
This was, in fact, one of the reasons they had faked their deaths—mainly because they cared little for their children to begin with.
Just look at Sylvie’s sister—when she reunited with them, she was thrown to the wolves. Even if that was how the domain cultivated their Strata, she could have at least been the one in control, right?
While Sylvie… well, she was only ever meant to be a pawn.
Even though these beings were bound by Oaths, it didn’t mean they were complete slaves.
They could think for themselves, even hate the Infinite Weaver, without consequence. Which meant they wouldn’t just sit back and accept such a fate.
No, they cultivated relentlessly because they had to.
Without it, they’d lose their cultivation entirely.
Still, many searched for ways to break free.
With the Matriarch being a Trans-conceptual existence of Luck and a Lust Demon, their scheme began to take shape. As for the Patriarch, he possessed a bloodline aspect that let him grow stronger through sex, more so than any incubus.
It was the usual “sex and absorb” kind of power, but he couldn’t simply absorb the Matriarchs’—as conceptual beings didn’t work like that.
No two people could ever be the exact same existence, which meant they needed another form—thus came the daughters.
The eldest got nothing at all, but Sylvie?
She’d been brushed with a faint thread of luck her whole life.
Luck her father had every intention of claiming for himself when the time was right. But who would’ve guessed a man like Ash would unknowingly blow their entire scheme apart?
And in the blink of an eye, Sylvie was in the skies above the Central Domain, right in front of them.
As her form shifted back to normal, she said, “Well, if it isn’t my mother and father.”
