Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 394: The Goddess of Devouring Love

Chapter 394: The Goddess of Devouring Love

[A/N: FYI, this battle along with Ash battle that will be shown in a few Chapters. They are only precursors to more intense chaos. So, enjoy these ants before some OP monsters arrive.] 🙂

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SHK!

SHK!

SHK!

With lazy strokes of her blade, thirty heads rolled.

Though Nia planned to have fun, she didn’t dare plan to hold back. So, now as she stood amongst these Phagi, with her baggy and casual attire… she was only warming up.

HUMMMM!!!!

The remaining two hundred and thirty Peak Phagi, seeing thirty go so quickly they acted..

They did not charge mindlessly.

No, instead a formation that was ranked at Eternal Saint… meaning that it could affect beings up to the thirteenth dimensional existence.

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[A/N: Once again, the ranks follow the power system. Check the aux Chapters for ranks up to 12-D. Check Chapter 366 for ranks up to 20-D.]

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Violet-black lines erupted from the floor, walls, and ceiling, weaving into a colossal, thirteen-dimensional mandala that enclosed the entire grand chamber.

The air inside thickened; gravity inverted in localized pockets and not just that….

All two hundred thirty auras came together as one—Peak Hyperversal power, amplified and synchronized, driven to the brink of the Eternal Hierarchy by sheer collective will.

Nia’s eyes narrowed…. right before she smiled madly.

As an Unus, a being that had multiple perfections, though she didn’t embody one of formations, it was still part of them.

Even if it was just a minor fragment.

That minor fragment thought, it was enough. So, in this moment she could see what the formation could do.

“A formation that boosts battle prowess… and allows you to fight up to the 225th Layer…” she muttered.

And the smile that continued to grow… it looked eerily reminiscent of Sandra’s.

“Good.”

One of the Phagi—taller than the rest stepped forward from the linked formation.

“I don’t know… where you’ve come from,” it rasped, “The Earth Plane has no history of someone matching your presence…. Even still.”

“Your time will come.”

Nia tilted her head; katana still held loosely in reverse grip.

“My time will come?” she repeated, almost sweetly. “Oh, how haughty.”

Seeing her take a step forward, the Serpent sent an internal message to one of the other Saints.

’Pass the word to the prince, she may not be alone.’

HUMMMMM!

As soon as her foot moved forward, the formation reacted instantly—two hundred and thirty auras surged as one.

Gravity nearly amplified by 100 times and not just that each being moved at once.

“Ashy~… let’s eat.”

Hum!

The katana sang—a solitary, resonant note slicing through the formation’s low hum with the precision of a blade through silk.

Then she moved, her advance neither hurried nor languid, but imbued with an unshakable certainty.

Each motion carried the weight of inevitability, as though the outcome had been decided long before steel met air.

SHK!

The first swing came in low and level—casual, almost lazy.

A black-crimson crescent rippled out in a flawless 360 sweep.

On the left flank, one hundred and twelve Phagi simply… split apart. Upper halves slid from lower halves without a hint of resistance. Their souls ripped free mid-scream, drawn straight into Ashy’s edge.

The formation wavered in an instant, as its power cut nearly in half in a heartbeat.

The lead Phagi bellowed.

“Focus! Pull on her soul!”

WHOOOSH!!!!

CLANK!

CLAKKK!!!!

The remaining one hundred and eighteen tightened the mandala.

In that moment whitish transparent soul-rending chains shot out with ends shaped like spears.

Nia held her sword as she continued moving at her same slow but inevitable pace. The entire she hadn’t made any extravagant moves.

She did nothing more than channel Vaeloria’s essence into her blades, relying solely on sheer power. Upon spotting the chain-like spears, she invoked a Stellar Decree.

|Stellar Decree of Endless Devouring|

In that instant, the battlefield became her mouth.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!

Like a vacuum all concepts, trans-concepts and anything even close to conceptual power was devoured.

Even Mana itself didn’t exist anymore.

It was like the room had become something made purely for mortals.

Every chain, every spear, every trans-concept layered into the mandala….

Absolute Consumption, Soul Erosion, Devouring Void, Eternal Hunger, Conceptual Parasitism… all just vanished.

Not just that, using Divinity Nia controlled the white chains and snapped them backwards, piercing their own summoners.

With just one Decree…. One hundred and eighteen screams rose and died in the same breath.

Nia only kept walking as if it was an everyday stroll. As now… only the ten Mid Eternal Hierarchy Saints remained.

And as she approached, she frowned. Before she thought these Phagi would’ve been much more of a challenge.

“Who would’ve thought being so strong… could be boring?” She muttered, yet little did Nia know….

There was a certain woman who was having the same exact thoughts… but she didn’t plan for it to stay like this.

No, she had the power to change it….

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Library of True Reality

Since Ash had departed from the library he had stumbled upon, two women had never ceased their vigilant observation of him.

Luna and Ancestor Seeker, after such prolonged scrutiny, had come to the undeniable conclusion that he was a complete enigma, even by their elevated standards.

His presence was so anomalous that, on occasion, he seemed to vanish entirely from their perception, as though their projection had momentarily lost its connection.

Luna tapped her chin thoughtfully as they watched Nia dismantle the remaining ten Saints with ease.

“Aren’t they… a bit too strong for beings merely inhabiting those pets?” she remarked.

Ancestor Seeker, uncharacteristically devoid of her usual smile, nodded curtly.

“Indeed… and it is frustrating,” she admitted. “How am I supposed to be entertained when they are utterly annihilating everyone?”

“I can’t believe someone born inside… can even keep up with those little Horrors.” Luna added.

As the projection shifted to Vaeloria, her long white hair streaked with black was tied back in a ponytail, subtly revealing the sword tattoo on her back.

She wore a white battle dress, exuding both elegance and strength.

Ancestor Seeker stood up, “Come with me Luna.” She said, “I’m going to spice things up a bit.”