Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 343: The Infinity Above All (2)

Chapter 343: The Infinity Above All (2)

[A/N: I just want to clarify again that ’Layers’ are like thin sheets of paper these beings operate within. The Higher the Layer in which they can reach or operate dictates how strong they are.

It won’t change the battlefield, it’s more conceptual than anything.]

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The moment the Infinite Weaver blinked a second time, he and Ash moved in perfect sync, as if sharing an unspoken agreement.

But their clash wasn’t in any ordinary sense—it was on a deep, intricate, conceptual level.

In an instant, they disappeared, reappearing light-years away from the women, only to vanish again as the Infinite Weaver swiftly unleashed his Strata and tapped into 97 layers of reality.

|Infinite Weave – Retrotempo|

He tapped into the simplest use of the Strata, channeling a concept through it.

It was a concept of time, and the moment it came to life, a single glance conjured a mythical, illusory river above Ash’s head.

It was blue and stood out sharply against the void.

But this was no ordinary river—it was the timeline of Ash’s life, flowing through 120 Layers of Reality.

A point beyond his grasp… though he had no need to grasp it completely.

HUMMMM!!!!

The river hummed to life, and Ash’s eyes dilated for a moment before he let out a yawn.

“Truly… why do people love making me rewatch the past?” he said casually, as the Infinite Weaver forced him to watch his entire life in reverse.

Even at high speed, it was just way too much.

Still, the Infinite Weaver’s hands moved rapidly, erasing timelines Ash had once lived through.

His gaze drifted endlessly along the river.

From Elaris to the inner Cosmos, and even through certain evolutions, each time he noticed something, he simply erased it from existence.

This didn’t kill Ash, but it should have wiped away every achievement he ever gained.

|Sever|

Primordia hummed as she wrapped herself around the river, cutting it off from existence entirely.

All the erasing and altering the Weaver had just tried… well, it amounted to nothing.

No matter what layer he worked on, some things would always remain constant. The past, the future, beginnings or endings—none of it meant anything to Ash.

Once he acted, it was both done and undone at the same time.

How could anyone hope to erase something born from the ultimate paradox?

Did he even truly have such things to begin with?

Ash shook his head; he was not one to foolishly pick his battles—he had long outgrown such arrogance. Even now, at the Mid Hyperversal Rank, facing a Peak Hyperversal, he had a plan.

“I must thank you… for having 99% Affection for me, good sir,” he said—and these were no ordinary words.

He had a wife, after all, one born as a conceptual existence, who had become the Goddess of Truth. When he wished it, any statement he made would simply become reality.

And in this moment, Ash himself rose to the Peak of Hyperversal, gaining access to all 99 Layers of Reality—at least, for the Middle Dimension.

Seeing this and catching a glimpse of some of the things that Ash had accomplished in his life, the Infinite Weaver couldn’t help but feel as though Ash matched the descriptions of beings he’d only ever heard about in old tales.

The Infinite Weaver spoke again.

“You remind me of the old stories the Ancestors used to chatter about… back when I actually had what mortals call friends.”

He paused…

“Horrors.”

The word lingered between them like a sharp edge.

“There may be plenty who call themselves talented or prodigies, but they’re nothing compared to a Horror. For them, power is just a passing thought… effortless.”

Even separated by light years, fully aware of each other’s presence, they kept on fighting.

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!!!!!

Primordia, in her chain form, clashed against the Weaver’s endless threads of infinity.

Each strike of white links cut through Trans-concepts mid-weave.

She pursued his power across countless layers, slicing through the 99th Layer where the Weaver tried to fight back with causality itself.

She pressed on to the 120th Layer, brushing against the edges of the Hyperversal Infinities he guarded so fiercely.

But no matter how many she shredded, the Weaver always answered, shifting into a higher layer as if no boundaries could hold him, his threads curling into impossible shapes, trying to bind, trap, or rewrite the chain’s very being.

But Primordia just Severed again.

And again.

And again.

Ash’s voice cut through the chaos, his usual casual tone tinged with curiosity.

“Horrors, huh?”

He tilted his head, eyes fixed on the colossal figure across the void.

“That term… it rings a bell.”

He was thinking of something from Earth, though he couldn’t be sure if these Horrors were the same.

“Though similar to the tales,” The Infinite Weaver added, and for the first time, there was a hint of curiosity in the pulse of his will. “You are no horror.”

Before Ash could get a word out, Primordia struck one last time — the chain snapping toward the Weaver from across five full light years, having finally ’caught’ him.

But the instant it landed—

|Eternal Recursion (Hyperversal)|

The Infinite Weaver activated a talent, freezing the chain mid-swing just as it was about to loop.

Then, the strike played out endlessly, in every direction through time, each version unfolding across all possible timelines at once.

Every repetition fed into the last, creating an unbreakable cycle of severance that should have shattered the chain entirely.

|Infinite Thread Weave (Overlord)|

Then, on top of that, he activated another talent.

In his eyes, a faint blue aura shimmered around Ash—something unlike anything he had ever known. It was Ash’s infinite mana, the Trait he had gained from the Codex.

The moment he saw it; he made Ash’s infinity… finite.

After all, infinity was still infinity, no matter its origin—and he was the embodiment of such power. In an instant, Ash went pale; it had been a long time since his mana felt so constricted.

The cause of his rapid mana drain?

Well, Primordia was trapped in an endless loop, steadily siphoning his mana through their bond.

Yet, despite this, the Infinite Weaver wore something new on his face—something beyond his usual detached, bland expression.

It was a frown, simply because Ash had done something utterly ridiculous.