Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 339: Morgana Nox - A Bet... with me?

Chapter 339: Morgana Nox – A Bet… with me?

Ash had indeed started a race with his wives, though whether he would actually beat them was another matter.

He probably would, but he’d at least give them a running head start.

After finishing with the Sables, he resumed his slaughter much as Infinite Weavers had described, with over a thousand domains falling to his chain and other tactics.

Still, he deliberately slowed his pace to give his women time.

Watching them, he saw they were just beginning their battles against the Lust Demon Ancestors.

And with his Eyes of First Dawn, he knew exactly what to expect, so he decided to go meet the woman who had so quickly given him affection.

Unlike the endless cultivation halls of the Sables or the pleasure-drenched spires of the Lust Demons, the Nosferatu Domain felt… well more normal.

That’s if you exclude the darker atmosphere and the… public ’cruelty’.

The sky was a permanent bruised purple, no sun or stars visible, only the faint crimson glow from rivers of blood that flowed upward into the clouds.

The ground was black glass…. Towering spires of bone-white stone rose, windows glowing with dim red light where figures moved in slow movements.

And at first glance he could see why this was the most normal of the others.

Here, the entire domain was not cultivating like a farm.

Half the population cultivated in silence — some Nosferatu could be seen sitting cross-legged on raised altars of polished obsidian, eyes closed, as they pushed their Strata further.

And, like those under Oaths… They cultivated without haste, without noise — each breath pulling essence from the domain itself, layering their Strata with darker, more ancient power.

While the other half… well they lived as normal as Nosferatu could.

They didn’t cultivate.

They lived the Nosferatu truth.

In open plazas, women kissed other women with slow, deliberate hunger — not for pleasure, but to taste the blood beneath the skin, to draw out just enough life-force to feel the pulse weaken.

Men and women alike fed openly on one another, fangs sinking into throats, wrists, and thighs — not in a frenzy, but with a sense of ritual.

These weren’t just light sips either; they drained completely, leaving bodies to collapse lifelessly, only for them to rise moments later, pale, smiling, and stronger for the experience.

For the Nosferatu, such acts were casual, part of life even without an Oath.

They grew in strength through death itself — a power not tied to rank, making them something of an anomaly.

A group of young Nosferatu laughed as they cornered a lesser bloodline holder — some captured human-like beings from lower domains — and tore them apart piece by piece.

There were no morals here. No shame. No taboo.

Only the ancient code: Take. Consume. Grow. Survive.

Ash walked through it all at a leisurely pace, hands in his pockets, golden eyes calmly observing every scene like a tourist in a strange museum.

Elysia sat on his right shoulder while Creara floated at his left.

“I mean if such a race was active in the Multiverse…. I think some factions would have major problems,” Elysia murmured, watching a pair of female Nosferatu kiss deeply while one slowly drained the other’s wrist.

“These beings truly have no pretense. No lies about love or desire. They simply take what they want.”

Creara tilted her head, her black-red hair swaying.

“Well, they are pretty interesting… especially when you consider they’re one of the few domains not completely under the Oath’s control.”

Ash nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, they are the predecessors of all vampires. Death, rebirth, power… it would be a shame if they didn’t embody those things.”

He paused, watching a young Nosferatu casually tear the throat from a beast while the others applauded politely, as if it were a show.

“And I think it’s all beautiful in its own way,” he admitted.

Elysia glanced at him sideways.

“You sound almost fond of them.”

“Well, they could be considered part of me,” Ash replied with a shrug. “Maybe seeing them not fully bound by rules stirred something.”

Creara giggled again.

“Yea right …”

Ash smirked as he continued walking — then only after about an hour or two did he simply vanish without a word.

He had wanted to see the Nosferatu atmosphere for himself before he actually got down to business of why he came here in the first place.

And now, he had seen more than enough.

—–

When he reappeared, he found himself alone in the deepest part of the Nosferatu Domain — a chamber hidden behind a gate much like the one confining the Lust Demon Ancestors.

At its center sat Morgana Nox, the woman who seemed to relish the death of Sables.

But it wasn’t just that — her Affection was already maxed out, and it kept rising no matter what he did. She appeared to delight in anything that defied the Oath.

And she was the oldest Nosferatu Ancestor, surpassed only by the Progenitor and the Origin themselves.

Looking at the woman who had a smile tugging at her lips, Ash himself smiled as she was indeed a beauty.

She was stunning in a way that felt almost dangerous.

Her bronze skin shimmered under the dim crimson glow of the chamber, flawless and smooth with the faint metallic glint of Nosferatu heritage.

Her long black hair fell in sleek, perfect waves, pooling around her crossed legs and spilling over the platform like dark ink.

Her deep crimson eyes, nearly black at the edges, held the weight of someone who had seen stars both born and die. And her clothing was, well… minimal to the extreme.

She wore a single length of midnight-black silk, impossibly thin and semi-translucent, wrapped once around her torso in a deep V.

The fabric draped loosely over her chest, just enough to cover what was necessary while leaving the curves visible, the line of cleavage flowing from collarbone to navel.

Where the silk met skin, it clung; where it hung loose, it drifted like smoke.

The ends trailed down her back and over her hips, parting at the front to reveal a toned abdomen and the graceful lines of her hips and thighs.

—-

[Morgana Nox

Race – Prime Nosferatu (Nosferatu Bloodline of the Last Lament (Hyperversal))

Age – 75 Cycles Old

Rank – Mid Hyperversal Weaver

Talent – Infinite Clone Cascade (Hyperversal), Death Domain (Overlord), Bloody Decree (Overlord), Necrotic Rebirth (Overlord), Oblivion Pulse (Overlord)

Physique – Bloody Proliferation Physique (Harbinger)

Trans-Concept(s) – Nihilance 50%, Sanguor 100%, Chronoaxis 100%

MP – 850 billion

Remarks – The First Ancestor of all Nosferatu is, in truth, only a clone.

But it wasn’t always so.

When the Nosferatu first left the Ninth Dimension and entered the Land of Weaving, they were just like the others in the Lower Realm. After a few cycles she rose to the Higher Realm, as part of the Second Group, right after the Progenitor and their Origin.

Before her ascent, though, she was warned about the Oath and what it meant. So she sent her clone to bear the Oath, while she herself slipped through a rift beyond existence.]

—

“Well, you’re quite the little Ancestor, aren’t you?” Ash teased as he floated closer, settling easily into the air.

“Little Ancestor?” she repeated, her voice smooth and low. “I’ve experienced far more than you could ever imagine… Mister Ash~”

Ash’s grin widened—of course she knew his name—and women like this always sparked the urge to claim them.

Just imagine… a woman already a force of nature in her own right.

’Ah~ I’ll just turn her into an even bigger freak,’ he mused, meaning it in more ways than one.

“Though I can’t quite agree with that, Morgana,” he said with a teasing edge, still lounging effortlessly in the air.

“But considering you’re in quite the situation, I’ll allow it.” He paused, as if suddenly remembering something.

“I mean the real you, of course — not this little clone of yours.”

As he expected, she didn’t flinch, showing no concern at his revelation. Instead, Morgana’s lips curved just a fraction more—a smile small, dangerous, and almost fond.

“Ah, no wonder all I could find out about you was your name… Ash. Not even a last name, you know?”

“Hmm, I tend to be very mysterious, you could call it a habit,” Ash admitted with a shrug. “Another habit I have… is drowning myself in beautiful women… and you, Morgana.”

He appeared directly in front of the clone, leaning forward until their noses touched.

“You are just my type~”

Morgana’s dark crimson eyes flickered with something—like approval, but not quite. She smiled and lightly pushed him back.

“And you want me?” she asked, biting her finger lightly. “You know… you’ll have to work for it, handsome… and as you say… I’m in quite the predicament.”

“Want? Negative… If I wanted you, love… you would already be mine,” Ash replied with a laugh.

“Having you is inevitable… there’s no need to want,” he added with a wink, leaning forward once again.

“Though… I don’t mind helping you out.”

He clearly didn’t mind helping, since she was, as the remarks said, outside of existence.

Ash only somewhat grasped this, understanding that nonexistence was somehow connected to all living things. Beyond that, he knew little, as the rest of the knowledge was missing—held instead by other organisms.

Ash planned to go there eventually, once he had gathered enough information, but if he could just make use of Morgana, who was already there, it would be much more efficient.

Morgana Nox studied him for a long moment, even though she had already anticipated his power.

With her accumulated attainments over time, she could faintly peer into Ash—something he may or may not have allowed… alright, he definitely allowed it, if only for a second.

She knew he was powerful, perhaps even more so than herself.

’Not just that… his rank has been fluctuating wildly since I first noticed him,’ she thought, before smiling.

“Since you speak with such confidence… let’s make a bet, shall we?”

She rose smoothly, silk shifting over her bronze skin like liquid shadow.

“I would say… break this damned Oath and you could have me…”

“But clearly… you’re already doing that. So just add finding and helping me to your list, okay big guy?” she teased.

“…and I’m all yours, in whatever way you wish.”

Ash stood as well—casual, smiling, golden eyes gleaming with nine black rings.

“Making… a bet with me?” he asked with a smirk.

“Well, people tend to always lose against me for some reason,” he said with a slight shrug. Feeling some auras approach, he smiled, wrapped an arm around Morgana’s waist, and disappeared.