Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 381: ....Becomes The Hunter

Chapter 381: ….Becomes The Hunter

When Aurora and Xeros left from the 79th Heaven, two people stepped from out of the shadows.

Two women Elysia had noticed when she appeared.

“You’re not going to ruin her first annihilation, are you?” The more athletic and slenderer one of the two said.

She had long black-red hair with faint blue specks. And despite her beautiful look, her aura felt like an untamed beast waiting to be unleashed.

This was Yonna Originat, Goddess of the Untamed.

Next to her, was Sonna Originat, she had long blue hair and eyes. But currently she looked like her sweet and caring self.

Instead her face was utterly deadpanned. As the Goddess of Harmony, she had left a marker deep within Aurora’s existence.

This happened the day she resolved herself to destroy anything and anyone that dared to taint Aurora.

(Back when the destroyed the lower dimension.)

And when Aurora first killed, the mark had let her know.

The two women — like the other wives away from Ash — had been in the other dimensions completing their own goals. Even though they hadn’t finished, they came here with but a thought and had been watching the entire time.

“No…” Sonna said with a sigh, but then her eyes flashed. “However, that doesn’t mean they can’t be revived again…”

—-

Deep within the Everlasting Devils’ ancestral hall on the 80th Heaven, Dex and Desiree knelt on one knee before a towering throne of blackened bone and molten gold.

Seated upon it was their father — Lord Asmodei, Patriarch of the Everlasting Devils, a being whose presence alone made the air feel like it was being crushed under infinite weight.

Dex’s voice was tight with barely-contained rage.

“Father… someone slaughtered my entire Legion…. down to every last soldier!” He then took a deep breath,

“I also put in a request for the 198th Horror…. and even she failed.”

Desiree kept her head lowered, fists clenched.

“The white-haired girl and the dragon… they’re the ones responsible. They were last seen on the 79th heaven.”

After speaking they dropped their heads again as Lord Asmodei raised one clawed hand, silencing them both.

His crimson eyes narrowed.

“The Existential Horrors?” he slowly questioned, completely ignoring everything else.

A heavy silence filled the hall.

Lord Asmodei’s claws tightened on the armrest of his throne until the blackened bone began to crack.

“You requested the help of an Existential Horror… without my permission?” His voice dropped into a dangerous growl.

“Do you have any idea what such a thing means?”

Dex swallowed hard but kept his head bowed.

“…Yes, Father.”

The Patriarch leaned forward, eyes blazing.

“So… tell me the price the demanded.”

Dex’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Seven hundred and fifty million mana stones.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Lord Asmodei fixed his gaze on his son, the air in the hall growing noticeably colder. He leaned back slowly, letting out a measured breath through his nose.

“Seven hundred and fifty million…” he echoed, his tone laced with fury.

Closing his eyes briefly, he seemed to wrestle his temper into submission. When they opened again, his voice was cool and even.

“At least tell me—what was so important that you needed a Horror?”

—–

Meanwhile, Aurora and Xeros appeared in the open air above a sprawling domain of jagged spires and rivers of red essence.

This was were the bird led them…. directly to the heartland of the Everlasting Devils.

The moment they materialized, Aurora took a slow breath, as he white-blue hair drifting gently in the thin atmosphere.

Xeros looked over to her, “And I’m assuming this is their home land,” he muttered.

Aurora nodded once as she already began to spread her divinity around. She manipulated it similar to mana sense allowing her to see all around at once.

“Yep, this is the main domain of those Devils.”

She glanced sideways at her with a small, playful smile tugging at her lips.

“Now, you just watch and learn brother.” She then smiled remembering Nia’s words.

“Our family has unspoken motto. We don’t waste time fighting beings who deserve no right crossing blows with us. We simply erase them.”

Xero’s eyes narrowed even more as he began to hear a rising melody. Before it was nothing but the ruckus of the Devils Domain below.

However, in the next moment everything seemed to go mute….

And that it did….

Tapping into the essence of Summer — the Goddess of Isolation — and Nia’s Devouring, Aurora completely isolated and devoured any sound.

Then she further turned her Divinity into many white birds.

Hundreds of millions of white birds formed in the sky above the Everlasting Devils’ domain.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

They rose like a living blizzard —Their wings sang as they took flight, the melody growing louder, clearer, more overwhelming with every second.

WHOOSHH!!!!!

Then the birds took flight.

They swooped toward the ground in flawless, synchronized waves, each unleashing pure sword-like beams of white-blue light.

The beams were silent, graceful, and ruthless—shattering spires, cleaving through buildings, and cutting cleanly through devils wherever they stood.

Heads toppled without a sound.

Bodies split mid-word.

Entire squads of elite devils were sliced apart before they could even reach for their weapons.

The entire domain turned into a slaughterhouse of silent, beautiful death.

While the massacre unfolded below, a much larger white bird formed beneath Aurora and Xeros’s feet.

—–

It carried them smoothly through the air, gliding straight toward the largest structure in the heartland: the Ancestral Hall.

Aurora stood calmly on the bird’s head, Blade of Genesis already in her hand.

Xeros stood beside her and even though she said he didn’t need to do anything… He had already summoned his staff just in case.

Even so, he was in complete and utter shock, unsure if he was witnessing a masterpiece or total annihilation.

As they reached the grand entrance of the Ancestral Hall, the bird glided through the barriers and walls as effortlessly as flowing water.

The instant they were inside, Aurora hopped lightly from the bird’s head — and vanished mid-fall.

Within, Lord Asmodei sat on his throne, mid-conversation with Dex and Desiree, when the air before him suddenly split open.

Aurora emerged in mid-air, already in motion, her sword flashing once — clean, precise, and effortless.

Much like the birds outside, she stacked it with all 300 layers. I mean, she was planning to get rid of everything, so why not go all in with the maximum number of layers?

SHK!

THUD!

The Patriarch’s head toppled from his shoulders before he could finish his next word.

For a brief moment, his body stayed upright, then collapsed forward as black blood splattered across the charred bone throne.

In the blink of an eye, Aurora vanished and reappeared right in front of Desiree.

Another swift swing of the blade.

SHK!

THUD!

Desiree’s head rolled across the floor, her barely healed eyes frozen wide in shock. Dex stumbled back, his face drained of color as he stared at the headless bodies of his father and sister.

Aurora turned toward him, her sword dripping with fresh blood, her entire being radiating violent, harmonious sounds.

While the white birds still sang faintly as the massacre continued outside.

She looked at Dex for a long moment… then smiled.

Snap!

Instead of killing him, she raised her free hand and snapped her fingers.

Causing a rift to tea open behind Dex.

“You know, after all of this… I’ve found some light,” she said casually, almost as if making small talk.

“Killing might not be so bad after all. I mean, we all have immense power, so it’s natural.” She spoke the words aloud, though they were meant for herself.

Her time with Isis hadn’t just been about enjoying new sights; she had been observing the cultivation world for her own understanding.

And all she had seen was chaos—chaos that only bred more chaos.

Tilting her head, she let out a laugh.

“Hehe, I bet Daddy thought I’d find my purpose out here, huh?” She giggled again, realizing this only proved one thing.

“Pfft, well, I’m sure he won’t be surprised to learn I’ve decided to do absolutely nothing~” she said with a sweet tone.

Behind her, Xeros, still perched atop the bird, looked just as baffled as Dex. But before either could respond, she delivered her final words.

“Daddy, I’ll leave all this chaos to you… while I just have fun!”

With a casual wave, she shoved Dex into the rift, sending him straight into the Sacred Dimension.

Torturing him wasn’t her style—she’d leave that to Ash or her uncles.

Wiping the blood from her sword, she glanced over at Xeros, gave a sweet smile, and shrugged.

“See? No need to waste time on small stuff.”

Then together, they turned to leave the 80th Heaven.

But Xeros was still looking conflicted as he didn’t know what to think of any of this.

As for the goddess of Musical Creation, she had finally found her purpose—not to fix or reshape reality, but to simply live freely, like a bird in the open sky.