Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 396: Let The Gears Turn (2)

Chapter 396: Let The Gears Turn (2)

Ancestor Seeker spoke again as Luna moved gracefully to the center of the floating circular table.

“Good…. Be sure to contact your Champions… and let them know that the ending will come in six months.”

She continued, her voice calm yet carrying the weight of inevitability.

“This should give them ample time to save their close ones… and also be sure to tell them about the Originat. They have quite the bubbling name~”

A heavy, uneasy silence settled over the 18 leaders.

Some exchanged sharp glances, others tightened their grips on the armrests of their seats.

They were well aware that this was the name or faction of her so‑called Champion, yet they could not discern the true intent behind the Ancestor’s words.

For over 250 cycles, this game had been played, and the number of champions who had interacted with one another could be counted on a single hand.

This was due to the long‑standing, unspoken rule among them: never disclose such information to their champions, reserving any revelation for the final moments before a decisive confrontation.

And yet, here she was, in effect placing a conspicuous target upon her champion.

Before anyone could voice their concerns, Luna raised both hands.

HUMMMMM!!!!!

Pure trans-concepts and strands of reality script began to weave around her fingers like living threads of light and shadow.

The air in the Grand Hall thickened, humming with raw creative force.

With a subtle flick of her wrist, Luna conjured matter from nothing.

First came the herbs—strange and dazzling, appearing out of nowhere in mid-air. A stalk of silver grass glimmered with frozen timelines.

A cluster of lotus petals opened and closed like miniature universes.

A lone crimson root pulsed with the heartbeat of a fading cosmos.

Each was born from pure thought—needing no soil, no seed, nothing an ordinary alchemist would require.

They were there simply because Luna willed them into existence.

The 18 leaders watched in stunned silence.

Even the most ancient Deans and Clan Patriarchs had rarely seen alchemy performed at this level — creating ingredients from pure reality script without any external medium.

And as they watched…. Luna’s fingers danced faster.

HUMMM!!!!

The herbs spiraled together in a slow, elegant vortex.

Strands of True Reality script — glowing white and green — wove through them, binding their essences into a single, perfect whole.

And in mere moments…

A small, elegant vial formed in Luna’s palms — obsidian glass veined with living gold.

The liquid inside began to swirl on its own, shifting through every color of existence before settling into a deep, luminous black that somehow still reflected light like a mirror.

Luna held the vial high for everyone to see.

“We’ll use this to speed up the Cycle… the Cycle Ending Elixir,” she said, her voice soft yet reaching every corner of the hall.

“It’s at the Origin Supreme rank.” She clicked her tongue.

“Tch, and don’t think this comes free. I want one trillion mana stones from each of you.”

She set the vial gently on the table before Ancestor Seeker.

“We all need to get stronger, don’t we?”

The Dean stared at it, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Truly… marvelous. Only the Weaver of Alchemy has the prowess to make the rarest of elixirs in mere moments.”

One by one, the 18 leaders rose from their seats.

Each approached Luna in turn, offering a single mana ring. They placed them before her without a word, the gesture carrying both respect and the weight of transaction.

Luna accepted them with a small nod, the rings vanishing into her sleeve as quickly as they appeared.

Ancestor Seeker lifted the Cycle Ending Elixir from the table.

With a casual wave of her hand, the vial floated gracefully across the circular table and settled directly in front of the Dean with the star eyes.

The Dean took it with both hands, treating the small container as though it were the most fragile and precious relic in existence.

He rose from his seat and stepped toward the center of the spherical hall. There, a small, circular platform rose from the floor.

He placed the vial upon it.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!

Taking a deep breath, he stretched out both arms, eyes blazing as he channeled his Strata.

The elixir reacted instantly.

The vial melted into a single perfect drop of black-and-gold essence, hovering above the platform before dividing into eighteen identical micro-droplets that shot away like comets toward unseen destinations.

Lowering his arms, the Dean breathed a bit heavier.

“It is done,” he murmured. “The elixir now flows within each Organism. In six months… each reality will see the ending of the 254th cycle.”

The eighteen leaders traded knowing looks, each fully aware that the rules had just changed for good.

Without a word, they lifted their personal communication artifacts—and began reaching out to their Champions.

Luna returned to her seat with a raised brow.

“Well, aren’t you going to contact your new champion?” she asked. “I’d think it’s only fair to let him know things are about to get serious.”

Ancestor Seeker smiled. “I can’t reach him right now. Wherever he goes, it seems to be beyond our influence. If he shows up again within six months, I’ll tell him—otherwise, it will have to wait.”

With that, she leaned back, got comfortable, and began watching the other champions.

——

When Ash vanished, he clearly retreated into his inner verse, watching events unfold outside as his women wrapped things up.

In just two hours, the 99th Heaven and everything below had been wiped out—except for the Phagi Prince, who somehow managed to escape.

While the women argued outside his stronghold over who would claim his head, the prince used an artifact to make a quick getaway, already armed with intel from those Nia had slain.

He was gone before they could even finish their bickering.

“Not that it matters anyway… the entire Sixth Organism will soon be mine,” Ash said as he dissolved the projection.

“The others will be returning soon, so before things get heated, let’s start this expansion,” Elysia added.

“Uh, are we just going to ignore the hands I saw?” Unara asked.

Ash chuckled as he reappeared in the Sacred Dimension. “No, but everything will come to light eventually.”

“Power is inevitable for us, no matter what happens. We’ll never grovel, so let the hands weave whatever they will. All it does is make me… even more boundless in the end.”