Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 363: Existential Horrors - Saving Morgana

Chapter 363: Existential Horrors – Saving Morgana

The moment Ash’s fingers brushed the book, it came alive—pages unfolding in quiet grace, the ancient script of True Reality glowing faintly against the dark parchment.

His lip twitched as the truth sank in.

There was no sudden spark of divine wisdom, no flash of instant enlightenment—just reading, plain and simple.

Like any ordinary person thumbing through a novel in the quiet hours of midnight.

He didn’t mind; in fact, it carried a certain warmth, a touch of nostalgia.

“Alright,” he muttered, already cross-legged in the quiet alcove. “Let’s make this quick.”

His wives lingered in the skies above the Null Firmament, likely wondering why their husband had just been standing there.

He’d expected it to be the usual—blink in, blink out.

But he was wrong.

How could he have known he’d be sent to a library?

As he began to read—unlike others who might pause to decipher—his eyes raced over the lines at impossible speed, each word slipping into his mind as if it had always been there, while hours vanished unnoticed in the real world.

The first book confirmed everything his simulations had predicted, but it also uncovered a few surprises that prompted him to pick up another book.

The ten inversions matched his previous simulations perfectly.

The spawner had been placed there along with the two dominant clans, the Curators and the Reapers—sentient beings with functioning societies of their own.

Not much seemed different with this knowledge, until he stumbled upon something intriguing about Morgana.

Back during the battle with the Infinite Weaver, he’d been warned about the Horrors. Yet, who could have guessed that two of them were now waiting to tear Morgana’s entire existence apart?

On the second inversion, there was no one present except the Curators and Reapers, though that didn’t account for these beings.

Morgana had been trapped inside an hourglass, one with a time limit of two cycles, ticking away on its own clock.

As he swiftly concluded the second book, a smile spread across his face.

Despite having just absorbed some daunting information, he felt only exhilaration.

Apparently, the Horrors were more precisely referred to as Existential Horrors—a clan of two hundred beings inhabiting the Middle to High Dimensions.

But what set them apart was the fact that they did not originate from any of the nine organisms.

To the outside world, it seemed they had simply appeared one day and formed a faction that operated like mercenaries.

“Beings from true reality… but if that place is what I think it is,” Ash muttered, sitting cross-legged and tapping his chin.

“Then why would they need to come here?”

It didn’t make sense.

He had read the entire book, which revealed everything there was to know about them.

Like him, they bore tattoos, though never the same designs, and rarely more than one or two.

They possessed the script of true reality, a power that rendered them monstrous across all dimensions, without even considering the fact that their very nature was fundamentally different.

These two hundred beings, as stated, functioned like mercenaries, moving only when compensated—a peculiarity in itself.

They accepted mana stones—something almost limitless within the nine organisms.

And something Ash, quite literally, had an infinite supply of.

For Morgana, it was just another gig for the Horrors—they’d been hired to take the physique her main body had.

Nothing personal, just straight business.

Beyond that, Ash didn’t really know much more.

Ash closed the book with a soft snap.

“Fuck it,” he said, grin sharpening. “I’ll just do what I do best.”

Then he simply blinked and he was gone.

—–

No sooner had he left than a figure materialized directly in his path.

She had long, flowing brown hair and warm, ordinary brown eyes.

Her skin was pale, though not in any way that seemed unnatural or divine. Still, there was something about her—an undeniable beauty that surpassed anyone he had ever seen.

“Quite the interesting specimen… to think one managed to escape from those little pets,” she said, her voice echoing in countless layers.

She smiled as she stepped out from the alcove where she had sent Ash, having watched him closely since he first entered the library.

Before, Ash’s vision had been strained, but now he could see the place was empty—or so he thought.

In truth, the library was very real, complete with its own librarians and visitors, much like any other.

As she walked through the library, dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into tailored navy trousers, paired with a slim leather belt and polished ankle boots, she approached the lone desk and casually took a seat.

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a projection that would be keeping an eye on Ash himself.

A few footsteps echoed as another woman, seemingly an ordinary human, approached with yellow hair and eyes.

“Ancestor Seeker, who was that little fellow just now?” she asked, placing a few books on the desk.

“Fufufu, Luna, are you intrigued by him?” came the reply, accompanied by a gesture to look at the projection.

The woman shifted to the other side of the desk, watching closely as the conversation went on.

“Hmm, aren’t you too?” she asked, then added, “I mean, are those little people even supposed to make it here?”

Ancestor Seeker shook her head. “No, they only serve one purpose, and him being here is a complete anomaly,” she said. “That’s why I decided to save him.”

She gave a small shrug and a faint smile.

“As you know, it’s very expensive to enter my Library… and sometimes, I just need a bit of entertainment.”

Luna chuckled, “Well, you’ve certainly got yourself some handsome entertainment, haven’t you?”

—–

Meanwhile, the woman kept chatting over Ash, who had no clue that beings from True Reality were now watching him…

BOOOOM!!!!

BOOOOM!!!!!

BOOOOM!!!!!

Ash reappeared in the skies of the Null Firmament to absolute chaos.

To his slight surprise, five hours had passed in the outside world.

During that time, his wives clearly hadn’t been idle. Knowing the kind of man he was, they simply left him alone after putting a few extra defensive measures in place.

Sylvie carved through a legion of Reapers with surgical precision, with her sword form of pure luck… no matter how she swung, the attacks always landed true.

Madison was a whirlwind of destruction, darting between Curator origami formations and tearing them apart mid-fold, all while unleashing draconic roars that flattened reapers for miles around.

Katherine created a blood dome that spanned across endless miles, draining the life-force of millions while supercharging all her sisters.

Elysia, busy with the Codex, and Creara, absorbed in Wantlessness, were both enjoying themselves as they waited for Ash to return.

Ash watched them for a while, his smile softening, and chose to let them continue their game.

Then his eyes turned to the west of the Second Inversion.

There, in stark contrast to the paradise they had built here, he saw only an endless black tide of Eldritch, clawing their way upward, all rushing toward inevitable doom.

He tapped into one of his innate powers.

|One Sight|

A faint ripple shivered through reality.

Far above the swarming Eldritch, a massive blue-and-black hourglass appeared in the open sky—towering thousands of feet high, impossible to overlook.

Inside, there was no sand.

Instead, it held Morgana’s very essence, melting away from her feet upward, until only a thin fragment of her head was left above the creeping flood.

Perched atop the hourglass sat two men.

One with hair like living midnight. One with hair like pure snow.

The instant the concealment shattered, their eyes snapped open and locked onto Ash.

He simply smiled seeing he caught their attention.

Hum!

Primordia materialized around him, hovering protectively like an eternal guardian.

“Oh, numbers 200 and 199,” he said casually, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You’re messing with my future wife.”

With just a single thought—

He was suddenly in front of them, no warning, no preamble.

BANGGGGGG!!!!!!

Hands still in his pockets, Primordia hovering lazily at his side, Ash kicked both Existential Horrors square in the face at the exact same instant.

Sending them hurtling light-years backward through the inverted sky like broken comets.