Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 429: Pissing Off Reality

Chapter 429: Pissing Off Reality

The entire domain of Alchemists was literally dead silent.

For several long seconds, not a single sound could be heard — only the faint, lingering hum coming from the humanoid pill.

Then the silence shattered.

Whispers erupted across the thousands of spectators, quickly swelling into a roaring wave of chatter.

“Did you see that? She… she turned a pill into a living being!”

“Long ago…. the Lord of Alchemy himself said that was the epitome… the final goal. And she just… did it. Without….. anything.”

“Look at her — the pill is kneeling to her like a true subordinate….”

“She just proved she’s beyond the Lor—-”

HUMMMMMMM!!!!!

The moment the words were almost uttered a ripple detonated across the entire domain of Alchemist.

In that moment any scholar, any alchemist… hell any person that had even studied Alchemy a smidge found themselves frowning… growing angry at the thought that someone had surpassed the Lord of Alchemy.

The praise… the shock and awe all turned in an instant and became sheer rage.

“If we could capture her… force her to teach us…”

“Kill her and take the secret? No — better to capture her alive. Then… we offer her to our Lord”

—–

Back at the Alchemical Council, the Number One Alchemist slowly rose into the skies above the dais.

In that moment, he could sense the thoughts of every being in the Alchemy domain.

As Ash had said before, this man was far beyond anything like a conceptual existence.

In truth, True Reality didn’t even have such things as conceptual or trans-conceptual existence—one simply was, in totality.

To say this man was Alchemy itself was no exaggeration.

In this reality, all who practiced, studied, or deeply pondered Alchemy were extensions of his power, and with a single thought, he could claim them as his.

As his disguise dissolved…

The young-looking man with black hair and blue eyes vanished, replaced by an old man with a long, flowing white beard and deep, ancient eyes that seemed to contain cycles of accumulated knowledge.

His robes were plain yet elegant, adorned with countless alchemical runes that shimmered softly.

As his true form emerged, a quiet ripple passed through the Council members.

There was no surprise at his appearance, despite their ignorance of it. The moment his form shone in full, his presence was simply accepted.

In that moment, badges of pure gold materialized on their chests — the emergency sigil of the Alchemical Council.

“Code Red,” the senior elder declared, her voice echoing with authority.

In an instant, the twelve Council members lifted into the air, forming a perfect ring around Luna and the newly formed pill-woman.

The Lord of Alchemy hovered before them; his ancient gaze fixed on Luna. His calm voice carried an edge of menace.

“You’ve shown something extraordinary today, Weaver,” he said.

“Something that could change the face of Alchemy forever. We should work together—closely. Share your secrets freely. Because if you don’t… things could get very unfortunate for you.”

At that, the entire domain sank into a much tenser silence.

Normally, Luna would fall in line like everyone else—she was the top practitioner of Alchemy, after all.

To her, the Lord’s words should have been gospel.

Yet she stood tall, while the new pill-woman remained kneeling faithfully at her side. Luna frowned as she caught the true meaning behind his words.

“Who knew the Lord of Alchemy was just some disgusting old geezer?” she said, unfazed.

The Lord of Alchemy frowned.

“Why… why are you unaffected?” he muttered, before shaking off the thought.

“It matters not,” he declared. “Capture her… and bring her directly to my chambers.”

At his command, the Alchemical elders moved, and the Lord of Alchemy began to fade from sight.

HALT!

Yet, everything froze the moment they moved an inch.

“Damn…. am I a ghost or something?”

Ash said as he slowly rose into the skies with his head tilted looking directly into the eyes of the Lord of Alchemy.

—-

[The Lord of Alchemy

Age – 311+ Cycles

Race – True Alchemy Spirit

Rank – Origin Summit (Peak Seventeenth Dimensional Existence)

Influence – Alchemy

Remarks -The Spirit of all Alchemy. He holds all knowledge, all forms and practices of Alchemy within this Reality.

He seeks to become more than Alchemy…. and in his eyes, life from Alchemy is the start.]

—-

Hearing his words, attention shifted as Luna flashed a small smile.

The Lord of Alchemy looked at Ash, his ancient gaze narrowing for a brief moment before he dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

“Although your Alchemy is commendable, the Weaver will leave with me today under no circumstance. If not, both of you will become the enemy of Reality.”

Ash raised a brow at the remark. “Oh?” he said with a smirk. “Let me guess… you’re planning to set a bounty?”

He drifted higher, hands still tucked casually in his pockets, his voice carrying over the entire domain with effortless calm.

“Go ahead… it’s not like I haven’t handled that before.”

With that, he slid his hands free as his long-sleeved shirt vanished, revealing his perfectly toned physique. His golden eyes locked onto the Lord of Alchemy.

“Since you’ve been wondering who I am,” he said, a slow smile curving his lips,

“I’m Ash Originat, the Unus God… and the husband of Luna Originat, Goddess of all Alchemy. Nice to meet you, old fuck.”

The domain fell into utter silence.

The twelve Council members hung motionless in the air, frozen mid-action by the power Ash had unleashed.

Luna glanced at Ash, her yellow eyes softening with quiet gratitude and something unspoken.

The newly formed pill-woman — the living embodiment of Pure Alchemy — stayed kneeling, her gaze locked on Ash in awe.

The Lord of Alchemy let out a dry, condescending laugh that carried through the stillness.

“It’s never wise to be young and arrogant… it only leads to foolish mistakes.”

With a casual wave of his hand, he scoffed.

“Who needs something as childish as a bounty?

I am Alchemy! And really… who doesn’t owe me a favor or two?”

HUMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

In that instant, hundreds of thousands of beings began materializing around him—powerful cultivators, ancient beings, and elite forces emerging one after another from spatial rifts.

Soon after, thousands of flying artifacts—warships, floating fortresses, and armored constructs—poured into the Alchemist Domain from every direction.

At the sight, Luna and the pill-woman flashed to Ash’s side, taking position protectively behind him.

Their gazes then fixed on the two figures who stepped forward from the Lord’s side.

One was a tall man clad in imperial purple armor, his voice carrying a chill of authority.

“Consider this our final favor, old man,” he said. “We’ll handle the rest while escorting the Weaver to his chambers.”

Beside him stood a woman — a Genasi assassin with skin like living shadow and eyes sharp as obsidian — speaking in a silky whisper.

“Same for us. The Empress says we owe nothing after this.”

Ash floated calmly, hands in his pockets, golden eyes sweeping over the massive force encircling them.

He let out a low chuckle.

“Well, I don’t mind at all.”

A grin spread across his face.

“I mean, why not go out with a bang?”

He cast a glance over his shoulder at Luna and the pill-woman, his voice soft yet firm.

“Just enjoy the show, dears~.”

Turning back to the Lord of Alchemy and the assembled army, he cracked his neck and stretched.

Hum! Hum!

Primordia hummed form the necklace she had taken on, but Ash only shook his head with a chuckle.

“Not this time, love…” he murmured, eyes fixed on the Lord of Alchemy as the figure began to fade.

“Let’s see just how deep those favors run.”

BANGGGGGG!!!!!!!!