Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 340: Come Out and Play

Chapter 340: Come Out and Play

When Ash and Morgana reappeared, they found themselves high above the Nosferatu domain.

This time, none of the usual chaos was present.

Instead, every single Nosferatu was kneeling, heads bowed to the ground.

The whole realm was silent.

Millions of pale figures — of every age — knelt in flawless rows across Not a soul stirred. Not one dared to raise their head.

Above them, the sky had darkened further — not with clouds, but with the sheer density of presence.

Hundreds of thousands of Infinite Weavers floated in disciplined formation, arranged in concentric rings that stretched for miles.

Their blue robes shimmered, faces hidden behind featureless masks of woven threads.

At the very front hovered the Three Hundred Elders — the elite of the clan, each one radiating Mid-to-Late Hyperversal power. Their auras alone pressed down on the domain like an invisible ocean, forcing even the kneeling Nosferatu deeper into submission.

The moment they materialized in the sky, two completely different reactions erupted.

Morgana’s crimson-black eyes flashed with instant fury.

She scanned the kneeling Nosferatu — her people — heads pressed to the dirt like slaves, then shifted her gaze to the floating army of Weavers.

Her bronze skin flushed with barely-contained rage. The midnight silk-scarf around her torso tightened as her chest rose and fell faster.

“You dare,” she hissed, voice low and venomous. “You dare come into my domain and force my …. MY people to their knees like dogs?”

The Three Hundred Elders all turned toward her in unison.

At the center stood a tall woman, her hair was like strands of frozen light, her eyes reflecting endless, empty galaxies. She spoke first, her calm voice radiating unshakable authority.

“Morgana Nox,” she said with a shake of her head.

“We’ve granted you and your Nosferatu mercy for cycles beyond counting. Even when you thought you’d found a loophole in the system. We let your people cultivate their own way — because, in the end, you still fed it. You still upheld the Infinite Oath.”

She paused, letting the weight of her words linger.

“You’re no child, nor weakling… I’m sure you’ve noticed his trail.”

Her gaze drifted to Ash — casual, hands in pockets, floating beside Morgana as if waiting for a bus.

“The one who erased over a thousand domains in mere hours… and yet you still chose to treat him like some guest?”

Morgana’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, her fangs catching the light.

“Haha… you damn weavers. First, you shackle everyone with these cursed chains under the guise of paradise… then you seal away not only our Progenitor, but our very Origin?” she said, cracking her neck.

“So, tell me—do you really think you can dictate terms to me?”

The Elder’s eyes narrowed.

“We don’t dictate… we ensure. And we enforce beyond probability.”

Behind her, the other Elders shifted, their auras flaring in unison, threads of endless infinities tightening around the kneeling Nosferatu like invisible nooses.

Ash, who had been watching with mild interest, finally spoke.

He didn’t raise his voice or move.

He simply tilted his head and asked, almost casually as his voice layered many times over made everyone’s attention shift.

“Are you not going to come out and play?”

It was a totally random question that lingered in the air. Even the Elders blinked, all caught off guard by its sheer unpredictability.

Morgana’s furious glare softened for a moment into mild surprise.

The kneeling Nosferatu risked lifting their heads just slightly, eyes wide.

But…. Ash wasn’t looking at the Elders.

He wasn’t looking at Morgana.

His golden eyes — nine black rings slowly spinning — were fixed straight upward, beyond the sky, beyond the domain, beyond the entire realm.

Directly at the Infinite Weaver himself…. that’s right even though he was upon a throne in the Central most domain. That was not really true…. well not completely.

’So backwards…’ Ash thought as he didn’t even feel like thinking about the Infinite Weaver’s nonsense when it came to him trying to become the tenth Organism.

The silence stretched for a long moment before the central elder spoke out.

She raised her hand and simply gestured towards him.

“Someone… remove this nuisance from reality.”

Hearing the woman’s words, Ash didn’t flinch—he didn’t even take his eyes off the sky.

Instead, he offered a small, almost gentle smile.

But to these beings, his calm meant nothing.

Two Elders moved without a word or warning.

In an instant, they vanished from their spots and appeared on either side of Ash and Morgana—one a woman with a body half-thread, half-flesh, the other a man with skin like cracked obsidian.

Their hands moved in perfect sync, palms blazing with infinite power as threads of fate and causality coiled into spears designed to wipe Ash from every plane he existed on.

But before their fingertips could even get close…

HUMMMMMM!

Primordia appeared.

It wasn’t summoned or called… it simply existed.

It—well, more accurately, she— when she had gained a measure of sentience after Creara’s little upgrade, so Ash no longer needed to summon her.

She was already in her chain form, white links threaded with black veins that pulsed with a quiet, menacing energy.

CRACK-WHIP!

The chain moved faster than thought, whipping through the air in two perfect arcs. The first link snapped tight around the thread-woman’s wrist mid-strike.

|Sever|

Without Ash even needing to give the order, Primordia activated Sever, and in an instant her arm was simply gone—not cut, not burned, just erased from existence.

There was no blood, no pain… only nothing.

The woman staggered, eyes wide behind the half-veiled mask of her face.

SHK!

|Sever|

The second arc whipped around the obsidian man’s throat.

His head jerked back as the chain pulled tight.

In an instant, his neck was severed cleanly, his body lingering in the air for a heartbeat before crumbling into dust that had never existed.

Both Elders vanished before their auras could even stir in protest.

The domain fell silent… it had all happened so quickly, no one could quite grasp what had just occurred.

Morgana’s crimson-black eyes shifted to the side—impressed, yet far from surprised.

She’d known all along that this guy was hiding some immense power.

What none of them realized, however, was that he carried a sentient weapon—something only possible if the weapon was at least Overlord rank.

It wasn’t that such things were unheard of, but the stronger one became, the rarer weapon users were.

For most, mastery over a weapon could only go so far.

Most had never paid it any mind… but witnessing something so powerful, capable of effortlessly dismantling Hyperversals, was nothing short of shocking.

Through it all, Ash hadn’t moved, nor had his gaze shifted from the sky.

His voice—calm, almost bored—echoed across the entire domain, reaching even farther still.

“I won’t ask again… if you don’t come out, I’ll just fuck the entire realm up in one go…”

In Ash’s eyes, he was staring straight at the man so many either revered or despised. And to him, it wasn’t just some vague silhouette — not at all.

He saw a figure as vast as universes, sitting cross-legged in a void beyond voids.

The Infinite Weaver loomed there — immense, incomprehensible, his form stretching like a living constellation.

His face was human-like, but without flesh, made entirely of shimmering blue threads.

And though he existed far beyond where most could even imagine, he, too, was looking right at Ash.

He didn’t move… didn’t flinch, nor did he speak.

He simply watched — patient, ancient, and utterly still — as if daring Ash to make the next move.

And Ash’s smile only grew.

He tilted his head — still staring upward.

If this guy thought Ash would give him a second warning, then… he was completely out of his mind, more than Ash thought in the first place.

As he waited, he took his hands out of his pockets… but in that moment the Elders had grown tired of waiting.

“Remove them!”

Seeing that the guy was truly planning to call his bluff, The Codex appeared and words instantly appeared on a blank page without Ash even writing with his hand.

“And So, The Primavus Origin’s Quantum Powers elevated from tier four to tier nine.”

The moment the Codex disappeared Ash simply wrapped Morgana around the waist again and winked. In his eyes… everyone was already moving slow… too slow.

This was also the reason he wanted the Infinite Weaver to come down himself.

As the more the merrier.

He looked towards the Lust Domain… and from what he could see his wives were having quite the time slaughtering the demons.

Seeing that, he activated his elevated power. As he couldn’t lose the race… could he?

|Quantum Apotheosis|