Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 395: Let The Gears Turn

Chapter 395: Let The Gears Turn

The battle against the Phagi was proceeding much as one might have anticipated.

For the past hour, it had been characterized by an unrelenting and efficient extermination.

After Nia successfully eliminated the defenders of the first stronghold, she pressed on with her campaign of destruction.

Each of the other women mirrored her actions, outright dismantling the enemy’s forces until they converged together outside the fortress of the Prince of Phagi.

Meanwhile, Ash found himself in his own clash, facing off against the two Existential Horrors—though, in truth, it was more like he was toying with them until the novelty wore off.

Wielding his spear with relentless precision, he never let up for a second, denying them even the slightest chance to close the distance.

Much like the sword and chain he had mastered before, the spear felt as natural to him as any part of his body.

And while he knew he could end the pair in the blink of an eye, his curiosity kept him engaged, eager to gauge just how much stronger they were compared to numbers 200 and 199.

Not only that, but he also wanted to witness the full extent of their true reality script.

Which, as it turned out, was…

“Hm, it’s not really much…” Ash muttered, standing high in the skies.

In his right hand, he held a spear of black and white.

Before him floated the two Existential Horrors — Number 196 and 195 — their mismatched True Reality scripts flaring wildly as they gave it everything they had.

Yet, Ash continued to move with effortless grace.

SHK!!!!!!

BOOOOM!!!!!!

There wasn’t a moment in this fight when anything strayed from his pacing. With a single step, he appeared and thrust his spear, sending Number 196 hurtling backward.

“No Streng—”

SHK!!!!!

He pivoted effortlessly, and with a half turn, he cleanly cut the command short, splitting the horror into two perfect halves.

Before the horror could regenerate, Ash activated an innate power along with Devouring.

|External Conversion|

HUMMMMMM!!!!

In that instant, the golden script on Number 195 dissolved along with his very existence. The infinity symbol under Ash’s eye glowed faintly as the script transferred.

“You will di—”

|Non-Existent Blink|

“Yeah, yeah… go meet my dear Master,” Ash said, lazily activating another power.

In that instant, number 195’s words came to an abrupt halt, and countless spears that had never truly existed began thrusting toward him.

Each one carried the force of Devourance, ensuring his complete annihilation.

Ash stood alone for a moment, his spear resting lightly on his shoulder.

“My lovely spirits… I have a feeling things are about to get interesting,” he murmured, sensing once again that something was watching.

The first time it happened was when he reached the 300th Layer… but this gaze felt infinitely older and far more powerful.

“Master… I can see… like invisible hands starting to pull at reality,” Unara said.

Unlike Ash, who had to activate his foresight, hers flowed naturally.

That was why he had created all the spirits in the first place—to make things easier.

In her vision, she could do far more than access the Library of True Reality; she could continuously read the fabric of existence itself.

Almost like a book, she could sense or see when something began to stir.

Then he turned and looked upwards… even pass the tunnel leading to the higher dimensions.

He followed the feeling of the gaze…. and little did he know his, golden eyes were locking on the projection… looking directly at the watchers.

He smiled — and as the other script assimilated he disappeared. From those two he received commands over defense and strength.

Which were more powerful than what these horrors even had the time to showoff. Though the invasion wasn’t done…. the rest could be left up to his women.

As he, would be handling something else in the meantime.

—–

As he vanished, the projection watching him cut off abruptly.

The orb went dark.

The Grand Hall stayed eerily silent for several long seconds before the uproar came roaring back, louder than ever.

Voices tumbled over each other in shock, disbelief, and growing alarm.

“That… that was your champion?”

“How can he render the Script of True Reality… useless?”

“So…. he’s the rat that’s been screwing with my champions faction.”

The Dean with his yellow eyes filled with confusion.

Ancestor Seeker leaned back in her seat, voice calm and unhurried.

“Correct… Meet Ash, my champion.”

She smiled, but internally she was just as shocked as the rest of them. Honestly, she didn’t really care about this game the others were playing.

However, the moment she had saw Ash back in her Library, she felt a pull…. one she resisted. But, that pull drew her ancient curiosity…

And as she had watched him for quite sometime now, she knew one thing…. He was strong… much stronger than any being should be inside of the Organisms.

But his strength…. it was nothing compared to the potential she could sense within him. Yet, even with all that… she quickly grew bored of his journey.

Not because he wasn’t entertaining, but because the Organisms inhabitants… were just far too weak.

Even with all the immense cheats and things present… they just wouldn’t reach their peak, not as quick as he was moving.

’Tsk, now I see why you wanted to involve me.’ Luna said as she sent a mental message.

’Of course, only you can help with this after all.’ The seeker said, before the Dean spoke out again.

Before anyone else could chime in, the Dean, eyes dark and intense like collapsing stars, leaned forward, his voice edged with urgency.

“Ancestor Seeker… what’s your plan for this? And how will our Champions be impacted by… everything?”

The table fell silent, all eyes on her, the earlier commotion fading into a taut, expectant pause.

All eighteen key figures waited.

Ancestor Seeker’s smile stayed faint, unreadable.

She leaned forward slightly, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

“My Champion will compete under the same rules as yours… with the adjustments I’ve already mentioned. He’ll enter the game as the nineteenth piece. As for how he’ll affect your Champions…”

She paused, letting the silence stretch just long enough to unsettle the room.

“Let’s just say… he’s got a talent for ending things that aren’t fun. So, to give everyone a fair shot… we’ll make the Organisms stronger.”

Glancing at Luna, she continued, “With the help of the Weaver of Alchemy, we’ll advance the state of each of the 18 realities. This will bring the cycle to an end much faster… but with higher stakes, it will give each of us time to even the playing field.”

Then, with a final smile, she added, “I say we extend the time… by 10 more Cycles. That’s when the Organisms will awaken.”

A ripple of unease swept through the 18 leaders.

The Dean’s yellow eyes narrowed.

“Interesting… but wouldn’t this affect your champion too? He’d grow stronger right along with everyone else.”

Minx jumped in, “Exactly, and if he can already make the script useless… wouldn’t that push him even further?”

Ancestor Seeker waved a hand dismissively. “No, I have no intention of aiding my champion. I trust he’ll get the job done on his own.”

She motioned toward the now-dark nineteenth orb.

“So… what’s your answer?”

The room fell silent.

These beings had pleaded with Ancestor Seeker for years to join the game—only for a chance at the library.

But no one expected her to actually agree, let alone with such a champion in mind. And even if some considered refusing, the lure of the library, combined with Seeker herself, left no room for it.

“…Then we begin,” the Dean said.