Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 341: Quantum Apotheosis

Chapter 341: Quantum Apotheosis

While Ash was having an encounter with the Infinite Weavers, like he saw before, his women were having quite the time as they completely destroyed these Ancestors.

And… it couldn’t quite be helped.

In the central garden districts, Aeloris floated serenely above a now destroyed field of sensual flowers.

The Ancestors who had been cultivating behind the gate — tens of thousands of ancient Lust Demons with six wings and eyes that held immense weight — had rushed her…. the Goddess of Growth.

If one heard her title… they would think she was all peaceful. Especially noting that she was the previous Elven Progenitor.

Yet, all these Ancestors only ran quickly to their death. Aeloris, she didn’t use a weapon much like many of his women.

She only activated her power.

|Divine Tree of Growth|

In the next moment, a shimmering tree burst from the sky—its golden bark gleaming, branches spanning the full reach of her mana sense in an instant.

Green-glowing leaves unfurled as roots sank deep into the very fabric of the domain.

Every ally within range — which in this case, were only the other five women — would have received infinite healing and regeneration for three minutes.

But the enemies…

The instant the tree’s shadow fell over them, countless debuffs erupted.

Their mana crawled to a halt, regeneration twisted into decay, and their very concepts wilted like blossoms under a killing frost.

Wings curled in on themselves, skin split, eyes dulled.

Aeloris stood still, watching as the Ancestors shrieked and tore at their own flesh while the golden tree drank their strength.

She didn’t have to lift a finger.

The tree just grew….. and they just died.

——

In the outer layers of the Domain, Katherine stood amid the ruins of a collapsed pleasure palace, crimson silk swirling around her like liquid blood.

The Ancestors had tried to crush her with sheer numbers, but their minds were clearly clouded by excess lust.

I mean, every other Ancestor was charging straight to their death, yet they kept coming.

Either they were completely stupid, or they were just glad to finally meet their end. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter to Katherine.

She only smirked as her power activated.

|Everlasting Kin|

A dome of blood suddenly formed around her without the slightest warning.

One moment, it felt like they were lingering in the outer layers, and the next, they were suspended above a vast ocean of crimson.

Every soul within — friend or foe — was instantly bound to her bloodline.

It was obvious who stood with her, their speed, strength, and senses exploding to new heights.

The enemies, though…

Their life-force poured out in torrents, energy spilling away like water through shattered glass. Emotions warped — lust curdling into despair, pride into terror, longing into self-hate.

In a blink, Katherine was behind an Ancestor, hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

“Do you see?” she murmured with a sly laugh. “Fufufu~ That’s some Ineffable Kinship.”

She squeezed.

And his body shuddered violently as his own blood turned traitor, ripping him apart from within.

She was gone again, flickering across the dome, laying a hand on one foe after another.

In mere seconds, hundreds fell — hearts rupturing, minds crushed under the unbearable weight of forced kinship.

—–

Seraphiel floated above the southern skies, where more Ancestors had attempted to summon their most potent conceptual pleasures to bind her.

The effort was utterly pointless—seriously, trying to use pleasure to restrain a Primavus?

She clicked her tongue. “I guess I have to thank my Mate… we’re just too broken.”

|All Things Rebirth|

She activated her power and then… a single white flame sparked to life between her palms—small at first, then bursting outward in a silent, radiant wave.

In the next instant, it vanished from her hands as quickly as it had appeared, engulfing thousands of Ancestors in a heartbeat.

They burned—not to ash, but into complete and utter nothingness.

Yet, unlike the others, this was not truly their end.

True to her name, she was the Goddess of Rebirth.

Perhaps these Ancestors could count themselves lucky—well, their past selves, at least. In the very next instant, every single one of them was reborn.

But when they rose, they were no longer Lust Demons, but Lesser Primavus, entirely loyal to Seraphiel, their power doubled.

As if driven by instinct, the reborn Ancestors turned on their former kin without hesitation, tearing into them with unyielding fury as they streamed from the gate in an endless surge.

Seraphiel observed with quiet satisfaction. “I suppose it’s time to begin my Branch of the Pantheon… and this is it,” she said.

Then the moment her words ended— across every domain at once — Ash’s voice resonated.

It was the usual layered calm and casualness.

|Quantum Apotheosis|

In that instant… the entire Higher Realm of the Land of Weaving… it glitched.

For a single, impossible instant, everything froze—like a television screen catching static.

Then things began to shift…

When reality settled, it was no longer tied to the cultivation farm.

No—it was a realm where the Oath had been broken.

There was no grand spectacle; it simply ceased to exist.

In an instant, every binding thread that had chained the 9,999 domains to the Infinite Weavers’ will snapped, and the moment it did, the domains rose in revolt.

Millions of Infinite Weavers—elders, common clan members, guards—were ripped apart by the very beings they once ruled over.

Across every domain, blue-robed figures fell by the millions, screaming, burning, dissolving, as the former slaves took on the role of executioners.

Then reality flickered again, like someone bored with the show had grabbed the remote and switched the channel.

And the next scene?

Well, it was oceans of blood.

Every color—crimson, black, violet, gold, emerald—flooded the Higher Realm.

It fell from the skies.

It pooled across the ground.

Shattered domains drifted like islands on vast seas of liquid life.

High above it all, Ash stood with seven women, holding the head of the one this was all meant for—the Infinite Weaver.

He let the moment linger, giving the man who had called his bluff a chance to feel the overwhelming presence before him.

Then, in an instant, it was gone.

Ash was back where he’d been, arms loosely wrapped around Morgana Nox in a possessive embrace.

Her bronze skin pressed against his chest, a midnight silk scarf draped over them both, her long black hair mingling with his black and red tattoos.

She gazed up at him with dark crimson eyes, a faint, dangerous smile on her lips.

Ash never looked away from the sky; he didn’t speak—he just smiled, savage and unyielding.

Then the Higher Realm shifted one last time.

And this time… it was for good.

The glitch dissolved into pure nothingness.

There were no towering spires, no seas of blood, no domains at all.

And only the Nosferatu remained; every other species, clan, and cultivator had simply never been. No mere deaths…. no cataclysmic destruction—just complete absence.

The 9,999 domains had vanished without a trace.

Behind Ash, his six wives stood in perfect formation. Before them stretched an endless blank canvas in every direction.

It was exactly as he had left the Lower Dimension.

Ash’s goal in coming here, aside from using the Dimensional Gates, was to take everything for himself. So, why would he spare anything?

The Nosferatu were only saved because of the woman in his arms, and even they wouldn’t remain the same once they entered his Dimension.

Before his companions could fully register the changes, they vanished—and when they reappeared, the seven of them stood together in the same void that held the Infinite Weaver.

And…. the man was here in all his glory.

He floated effortlessly—cross-legged, vast, the size of universes—yet somehow eye-level with Ash.

For the first time in countless cycles, the Infinite Weaver blinked.

Ash tilted his head, still smiling.

“Well… well, the dumbass is here in the flesh… or threads,” Ash said.