Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 430: Pissing Off Reality (2)
Chapter 430: Pissing Off Reality (2)
Ash stood at the center of the chaos.
Like any other time, he wouldn’t wait for someone to bring the fight to him.
No, he would always take it to them.
But this time was slightly different. For one, he was not using any weapon at all — only his fists.
Which was not a problem at all. The slight issue was in fact the power of these beings and the influence of the Lord of Alchemy.
Currently, Ash was at the Ancient God Rank, Tier 22 — which made him into a Peak sixteenth-dimensional existence.
This was obviously thanks to Luna herself. After she had become a Goddess, her rank had dropped to Ash’s level.
However, Ash had already copied her existence level… well, Elysia handled all of that in the midst of the evolution.
All of this effectively put him into a higher rank which he stepped into the moment he launched the first punch.
—-
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Ash found himself going blow for blow with not just one being… but thousands upon thousands.
Each of the opponents varied from the lowest Fifteenth-dimensional existence level to the Seventeenth dimensional existence.
Which normally wouldn’t offer much of a problem.
’This influence is pretty neat, seeing it in action,’ Ash muttered as this wasn’t something he wasn’t familiar with.
’Right, back in the Library I seen a few other neat applications of the True beings,’ Elysia said as Ash dodged an incoming blow.
The Lord of Alchemy’s influence washed over every fighter on his side like an invisible tide.
And outside of the fancy intricacies…. it was nothing but pure empowerment.
As long as Alchemy existed, every being fighting on behalf of the Lord of Alchemy would find their limits removed.
Which meant they could freely fight between layers — all the way to the upmost 999th Layer of Existence.
In layman terms… this made the fight nothing but a showdown of who had the most power… and the deepest arsenal of abilities.
Ash weaved through the onslaught, fists flashing as he traded blows with dozens at once.
’They’re basically borrowing potential from the concept of Alchemy itself,’ Elysia continued, her voice calm in his mind. ’
BANG!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!!!
Ash dodged a spear of condensed fire and countered with a straight punch that sent a Peak 17-D fighter crashing through three floating platforms.
’Like I said… neat,’ he replied mentally, a grin forming. ’But it’s nothing compared to divinity or supreme divinity…’
And at that, he smiled feeling a bit conceited but then he focused completely on the fight.
BOOOOM!!!!
He shot straight upward, blasting through the swarm like a golden comet.
The attackers surged after him, forming a living tunnel of bodies, blades, talents, and conceptual assaults that closed in from every angle.
Ash kept ascending, fists and elbows clearing a path as he created space.
Through it all, his gaze stayed locked on the two strongest figures at the front of the charge.
The Human General in Purple — a towering man in ornate imperial armor, crackling with red and purple lightning that warped space around him.
And the Genasi of Shadows — a lithe woman whose form constantly flickered between solid and shadow, her eyes like sharpened obsidian.
And if sensing his gaze, the Genasi of Shadows moved first.
|Shadow Sovereignty (Origin Summit)|
HUMMMMMMM!!!!
She raised both hands as her talent activated, and shadows from all 999 layers answered her call.
“Let’s see how you deal with a little warm up.” She spat as the shadows erupted from every direction.
Pitch-black tendrils, blades, chains, and devouring maws — they launched from all directions, all trying to bind Ash, pierce him, or drag him into an endless shadow realm.
At the same time, the Human General a talent himself.
|Absolute Cascade of Judgement (Origin Summit)|
CRACKLE!
CRACKLE!
In that moment endless amounts of red and purple lightning storms erupted across three light years.
The sky itself turned into a raging tempest of judgment lightning.
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
With bolts the size of mountains raining down, each one carrying the conceptual weight of imperial execution.
The worst part was knowing that if even one bolt touched the target, they’d all crash down together in a devastating strike.
Ash, though, moved through the chaos with a grin, weaving between lightning and shadows like a phantom.
He dodged, twisted, and slipped away as if the storm itself couldn’t catch him.
But it wasn’t long before the General made escape nearly impossible.
He shaped the storms into layered nets, each spawning more storms. Then, when the faintest touch of a bolt brushed Ash’s skin, the whole domain shook.
It was as if the sky itself screamed.
Every single red and purple lightning bolt across three light years — thousands upon thousands of them — locked onto that single point of contact and converged at once.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
The impact was cataclysmic.
A blinding pillar of red-purple lightning crashed down on Ash, wiping out everything within a three-light-year radius.
The ground was vaporized, the air turned to plasma, and the sheer conceptual force of the strike sought to erase not just his body, but the very notion of “Ash” from existence.
Yet, when the light finally faded, Ash was still standing.
A gaping hole had been punched straight through his chest — wide enough to see the healing reality behind him.
His white and ever-shifting colored blood leaked from the wound, glowing with faint traces of gold, crimson, and rose as it slowly dripped down his torso.
For a few moments, the injury looked fatal.
Then Ash spoke, voice calm and almost amused despite the massive hole in his body.
“Hmm, that’s not too bad at all.”
He then straightened up as he activated an innate power, finally ramping things up.
|The One God|
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
In that instant, he fully embodied the combined powers of Lysa — the Unus Goddess of Sanctuary — Aurelia — the Goddess of Fire and Unus of Mischief — and the raw Battle aspect of the Unus.
The wound healed in an instant as if it was never there in the first palce.
Ash rolled his shoulders once, with the last traces of the lightning scar fading completely.
He looked up at the thousands of beings….
Then directly at the Human General and the Genasi of Shadows, his golden eyes calm but now carrying a dangerous, playful glint.
“Let’s…. play then.”
