Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 359: The Endless Wave
Chapter 359: The Endless Wave
Seeing that Ash clearly wasn’t being too over the top by the “painting,” Morgana eased her shock.
“It would look better if you had a statue of me, don’t you think?” she said, glancing around at the beautiful figures of the women.
“And… why are there so many statues of women?”
“Those are our sisters, obviously,” Katherine replied with a laugh.
“Master has twenty‑eight wives—four of them being us Valkyries,” Sylvie said with a teasing wink at Morgana.
Morgana froze in shock.
Twenty‑eight? She’d expected maybe a few, not an entire little empire.
“More like thirty‑three if you count the ones who don’t even know they’re already his,” Elysia chimed in, suddenly at his side.
Ash chuckled and brushed it off like it was nothing—because it really was. He simply enjoyed the company of women, plain and simple.
“Alright, let’s focus and put on a good show,” he said, pulling everyone’s attention.
“These Eldritch, they will revive within ten seconds of dying, so stay sharp.”
“Wait.” Aeloris paused, turning toward him. “Ten seconds… and their spawner is nine inversions and countless other Eldritch away?”
“Haha, come on, bimbo, figure it out,” Madison said, her beautiful fingers stretching into sharp, menacing claws. “I’m tired of waiting, and I can feel those bastards closing in.”
And just like that, Madison was on the move.
One second, she was beside them—smirking, and the next she shot forward in a streak of motion.
In a blink, she vaulted over the Bastion’s reinforced gates and reappeared tens of thousands of miles away, her arrival shattering the stillness of the Null Firmament.
She hovered in the air of the Null Firmament, gazing down at the massive tunnel stretching across the entire sky, from which poured an essence darker than anything she’d ever seen.
The sight made her smile.
HOWLLLLLL!!!!!!!
ROARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
“HUSBAND! I’M READY TO KILL!” she bellowed, first howling like a wolf, then roaring like a dragon.
Back in the Bastion, the women shared knowing, amused smiles at her display.
“She’s truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” Katherine murmured before they disappeared one by one.
Ash grinned, relishing the sight of Madison cutting loose.
Before leaving, he addressed the troops below as new projections appeared—smaller ones to follow each of them, and a larger one to capture the whole battlefield above the Inversion Tunnel.
“Take a breather… it’ll be the last time you get such a rest.”
——-
The moment Ash reappeared in the skies, front and center before his wives, he spoke.
“Though we’ll have no trouble with this first batch… the more we kill and the deeper we go into the Inversion, the stronger they’ll become. By the time we reach the 10th Inversion, we’ll be facing beings from at the fourteenth dimensional level of existence.”
His words only amped up the excitement for those who craved battle—though, in this case, that really just meant Madison. For everyone else, it was simply another step on their journey.
They watched the inversion and the swarm of Eldritch beings circling the tunnel, waiting…
But not for long.
RUMBLEEEEEE!!!!!
Within a minute or two, the whole first inversion trembled.
No war cries, horns, or footsteps followed—only an overwhelming, unnatural pressure that could bring any other being to their knees.
The pressure hit them first—thick, ancient, and suffocating.
Ash felt it press into his skin like a dare.
His shirt shimmered away into motes of light, unveiling a body honed by countless adventures and unreal power.
Then he started to grow, along with his women. From thirty-five feet, he rose to a towering 150-foot giant, while his wives grew to heights between 100 and 130 feet.
Without pausing to admire their new forms, they spread out as the first wave surged from the tunnel’s maw like an endless tide of living nothingness.
—–
The Reapers led the way.
Towering hundreds of feet high, they were impossibly thin, shaped from the very absence of light.
Their bodies looked like skeletal frameworks, ribs yawning open like dark cages, limbs stretched to unsettling lengths, and joints bending in ways that made it painful to watch.
They moved with an unsettling wrongness, each step a quiet crack rippling through the black stone, as though the earth itself shrank back from their presence.
This particular sub-race specialized in absolute stillness: the end of motion, change, adaptation, and progress.
Wherever they went, time itself seemed to falter—wind ceased, dust hung frozen in the air, and even thoughts slowed to a crawl.
Behind them surged the Curators.
They were about the same height, resembling featureless mannequin-like figures with bodies of blank, off-white parchment that folded and unfolded like origami.
Their limbs twisted backward and sideways at once, creasing and refolding in mesmerizing patterns.
They thrived in erasing records, narratives, history, and traces of causality; wherever they went, stories unraveled, memories frayed, names vanished, and cause and effect dissolved.
They didn’t speak.
They didn’t roar.
They just moved forward—an endless, quiet tide of living nothingness—driven to wipe away anything that dared to remain in the Null Firmament.
And the onslaught kicked off in full force.
Ash stood steady at the heart of the storm, Elysia perched easily on his massive shoulder as the codex appeared in her hand. If the Curators were out to wreck stories, she was ready to handle it all at once.
The others had scattered to different spots that weren’t too far from him—at least in terms of cultivation.
In reality, they were separated by thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of miles.
He stepped forward and the moment he did, his rank entered into the Mid Eternal Hierarchy Saint.
BOOOOM!!!!
The black stone burst beneath his foot, scattering golden shards in every direction.
Primordia shifted into her chain form, and together they moved in perfect sync.
He seized the chain and swung it as he spun in a circle, each rotation making her grow larger and larger.
|Sever|
She activated her talent on her own, and as she collided with millions of Eldritch, they instantly exploded into black mists of blood.
As Ash had said, this batch was the easiest for them, since these Eldritch were nothing more than mindless beasts.
In every timeline he had seen, the Eldritch spawned like monsters were exactly that—mere offshoots of the main clan of their race.
The ones that had a true civilization on the tenth inversion…
He moved with complete disregard for everything, instantly coating each strike with 200 layers of reality, rendering the Eldritch powerless.
As he swept through miles with ease, he released Primordia and vanished through a trans-concept of space.
With his mana spread out, he began to appear all over the battlefield, punching through Reapers and Curators like they were nothing.
Primordia, however, spun rapidly and activated another Talent.
|Primordia’s Truth|
The she vanished—no flash, no sound, just absence.
When she reappeared, she was no longer a weapon but more like a concept given form: a chain so vast the mind struggled to grasp its scale.
One must remember, this talent lets imagination reign supreme. And being connected to Ash meant indulging in purely absurd imaginings.
HUMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
The chain flared to life—three hundred layers of reality collapsing into each other until the air itself seemed to cry out.
Light blasted upward through the Null Firmament, while the lower half dove into the inversion tunnel, tearing open a sphere of annihilation that stretched all the way to the Fifth Inversion.
KAAKAAABOOOOOM!!!!!!!!
The blast rippled through all five inversions, wiping out any Eldritch beyond the 300 Layers within its reach.
The lower the inversion, the stronger the impact, though it only stretched about 400,000 miles around the first inversion.
In the end, it was just a way to let the other women enjoy themselves.
When the light faded, the land was no longer black. For 400,000 miles in every direction, it was as if existence had started carving itself into the Null Firmament.
Rivers and oceans shifted to a deep blue, while the grass turned golden.
From the bastion, a golden path stretched toward the new lands, effectively reducing the range where the Eldritch could respawn. Ash glanced at the chain that had reappeared in his hand mid-swing.
SHK!!!!!!
As he smashed through the skull of a Reaper, Primordia surged forward, impaling thousands more in a single, unbroken line.
Pulling back, she tapped into Ash’s Bloodline—specifically, Nia’s power of Devouring.
In one swift motion, she consumed the essence of both Reapers and Curators all at once.
“Haha, you’re something else, Primordia,” Ash remarked before vanishing again.
