Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 392: The Ineffable vs Invaders (2)

Chapter 392: The Ineffable vs Invaders (2)

When Ash vanished, the others quickly followed suit, not wanting to waste a moment—everyone except for two. Aurora and Xeros stayed right where they were.

As mentioned before, she had no intention of involving herself in pointless matters unless absolutely necessary.

At that moment, she sat cross-legged in midair, a blanket materializing beneath her.

A projection screen materialized, accompanied by an assortment of pastries.

She glanced at Xeros, who had summoned his staff.

“You’ll learn eventually, Elder Brother,” she said, beginning to eat.

“You’re no longer fighting for your home… if anything, this place will be remade into something better.” She went on to share a bit about Ash’s nature.

“I know Daddy can seem… not serious at times, but he never does anything without reason. A few millennia ago, I watched him destroy the entire Lower Dimension, along with countless innocents…. While it sounds cruel, that’s just the reality of this world… you should know that.”

Hearing this, the haze clouding Xeros’ mind began to lift. He exhaled and sat down beside her.

He knew she wasn’t wrong. “The same old thing over and over again, huh? The strong preying on the weak.”

She raised a brow. “Are you talking down about Daddy again?” The musical symbols in her eyes began to spin wildly.

Seeing this, Xeros gulped. “I… I’m just saying, little sister. Aren’t his actions no different from the Phagi Prince of the Pluto Dimension?”

“What an idiot,” Aurora scoffed. “No, preying on the weak would be if he was bullying just for the sake of bullying.”

“However, daddy’s goal is something none of us could ever imagine… And if he needs to sacrifice those unworthy for it… I see no wrong.” She said,

“Or do you think he should just stop following his goals, simply because innocents might die?”

Xeros sighed as he listened.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the cultivation world was a ruthless, dog-eat-dog place, but after being born into a world on the brink of destruction, he couldn’t bring himself to feel any fondness toward tyrants.

“From what I’ve seen… you all have the power to live peacefully forever.” He stood his ground, even knowing Aurora might retaliate.

“What could be so important that he’d order the Earth plane to be erased?”

“Brother,” she said while taking another bite of her pastry, “you’re annoying… you talk like you actually know what the strongest of the strong looks like.”

“Sure, Daddy’s strong to us… but who knows? There might be someone out there who could make him seem like nothing.” She shot him a final glare.

“Now, shut up and watch as our Daddy and Mothers paint this place… white.”

—–

Nia appeared hovering directly over one of the main strongholds of Phagi, looking at the humanoids that had illusory tails and scales… as if their souls were showing.

She descended without much of a hint of emotion… other than boredom. If one hadn’t noticed… since Nia had become a Goddess, she had… well, grown even more of a Yandere.

Which caused her to feel a bit more jealous of such situations and find boredom in anything that didn’t involve Ash.

So, her bare feet touched the ground she summoned her thin katana. This blade was black with red trimmings along with red words.

’Ashy~’

Yep, her sword was named after the man himself. In that moment, she spread her Divinity outward, enveloping the entire stronghold and using it as her eyes.

She quickly gauged what the place held, which wasn’t much—except for those preparing for a massive assault on the Earth Plane.

Two hundred and fifty Peak Hyperversals and ten Mid Eternal Hierarchy Saints.

“Oh, looks like I won’t erase it all in one go,” she remarked, preferring to have some fun rather than simply obliterate everything.

As for the stronghold itself and the small fry, their fate was already sealed.

|Devourer’s Cradle (Tier 2)|

Nia activated her Codex power over devouring, and in that moment—

A colossal illusory cradle materialized high above the stronghold.

It was a translucent, womb-like dome of crimson-black light, gently rocking back and forth as if humming an ancient lullaby.

The cradle’s “fabric” rippled like obsidian threaded with veins of red. Every time it swayed, the motion sent out silent pulses that sank into the minds and souls of every lesser Phagi inside the walls.

And the effect was immediate.

For anyone that was not inside the Grand Chambers… preparing…

Their obsession and affection surged beyond control, escalating to an intensity that consumed them entirely.

One warrior, who had always harbored a quiet pride in his illusory tail, felt that pride swell until it dominated every corner of his mind.

A fraternity of five, bound by steadfast brotherhood, experienced their camaraderie distend into a suffocating dependence.

They clung to one another with desperate fervor, unwilling to release their grasp even as their forms melded into a grotesque fusion, imploding inward while their very soul essences were consumed.

Within mere minutes, hundreds—then thousands—succumbed. Their end came not from physical injury, but from the crushing, unbearable weight of their own amplified desires.

And through it all, Nia walked forward through the main gate—as the stronghold emptied itself of life around her.

Bodies lay slumped in hallways, dissolved in courtyards, and melted into corners, their faces frozen in twisted ecstasy or horrified realization.

She didn’t spare them a glance.

She was bored…. too bored to even care.

Ahead, the grand chamber doors towered.

BOOOOM!!!

Nia kicked them open as her boredom had begun to slowly vanish.

Inside lay the only beings she spared from her power.

Two hundred and fifty Peak Hyperversals stood in flawless formation, while at their center loomed ten Mid Eternal Hierarchy Saints.

It was obvious they could sense the deaths of their own, especially within their own territory.

Yet, despite the strange power and the figure now standing before them, they refused to bow to the lowly Ninth.

The lead Saint—a towering presence with a tail ending in seven screeching dragon heads—stepped forward.

“You dare walk in here alone?” it hissed, its voice laced with hundreds of stolen screams.

“You can see clearly… this little talent of yours does nothing to us.”

Nia ignored the taunts. Instead, she lifted her sword, settled into her stance, and said softly,

“Ashy~… let’s play.”