Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 442: The Ineffable Tyrant

Chapter 442: The Ineffable Tyrant

Drake sat alone on the grand throne of black obsidian and crimson stripes, overlooking the cluster of galaxies that now answered to him.

The Ineffable Tyrant.

He was silent for a long time, his black eyes distant as he stared into the void.

Then, quietly, almost to himself, he began to speak.

“…I removed the weak…. Culled entire civilizations… caused entire galaxies to crumble… all because they were unworthy.” He said as his voice was flat without much emotion at all.

“This cluster…fifteen hundred years of hard work, my domain where only the strong remain.”

Since the day Drake left the army, his rank had blazed forward with each conquest he undertook. Anytime he conquered, he would grow…

And by now his strength had risen up to the level of the rest of his siblings, Peak Star Union.

His power however, it was not the only thing growing…. or that had rather, changed.

His philosophy, wonder what the meaning of power was.

That lingering question created his outlook on existence, one where he felt the weak had no right to exist.

It also changed….

He paused, fingers tightening slightly on the armrest.

“But why? Pantheos, it’s a place that breeds little weakness in the first place.”

He said, as through his journey not to say it was rare, but it was harder than one might think for him to find those unworthy.

It was as if the power system in this verse made it nearly impossible for anyone to be weak.

This meant that most of those who perished during his conquest were the ones who chose to be lazy or simply desired a quiet, uncomplicated life.

And now… he just wanted to know… why?

“At what point is enough power… truly enough?” He questioned as his gazed at the void.

“Why did Father create Pantheos in the first place? Was it fear? Was it to escape something? Or was it simply because he could?”

Drake leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice dropping lower.

“I thought power was the end. Now… I’m not so sure. What is power when you have everything? What is left to chase when weakness is gone?”

He stood slowly, the throne behind him cracking faintly under the weight of his aura.

“Father…. why?” He muttered as he stepped off the throne and vanished into the void.

—-

Drake appeared on a Galaxy he had kept his eye on for some time.

It was the Galaxy that housed the first Pantheon of Alchemists — the House of Essence.

Five hundred years ago, the Pantheon, The House of Life had issued revelations of Supreme Divinity.

It was exactly as they were informed themselves leaving nothing out and from that point onward, Pantheons across Pantheos began operating properly — unified by shared purpose rather than mere power struggles.

Drake floated high above the central academy world, watching an Alchemy lecture taking place in a grand open-air amphitheater.

Thousands of students and scholars sat on floating platforms, listening intently as a senior Alchemist demonstrated a weave of essence.

Drake observed in silence for a while.

But the longer he watched, the deeper his frown became.

Everything eventually circled back to power.

The lecturer spoke of “mastery,” but the underlying message was clear: accumulate more essence, refine more efficiently, climb higher in rank.

The students’ eyes burned with ambition — not for understanding, but for the strength and status that came with it.

And it wasn’t the students approached that truly caused his emotions to become chaotic. Rather it was like pieces of a puzzle were coming together before his very eyes.

“Alchemy… and everything else… it’s nothing but notions and concepts that came from Father and Mothers.” He muttered as he watched and, in this moment, he knew one thing.

Everything he’d done had seemed pointless—well, not entirely, since it had brought him here.

By now, he understood all too well that power was what shaped existence in more ways than one. Still, it was the way these beings had gained their power that unsettled him.

What they wielded was nothing more than…

“This is just… gifted power.” He said as his eyes began to scan the academy.

In that moment while his thoughts were leaning…. more toward his true nature of tyranny, he began accounting for every being present.

“Just power by grace…” He muttered, “True power, it should be built by one’s own hand…”

He knew one thing for certain in this moment:

Gifted power… power by grace… was not true power.

And as Drake finished his count of beings present, he stopped watching.

He had seen enough.

HUMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

The entire academy suddenly froze as countless beings noticed the lone figure floating high above them.

Being in the Universe of Asgardia for over a millennium, it went without saying that Drake was well known… just by his mere presence.

Immediately, panic spread like wildfire.

“It’s him—!”

“The Ineffable Tyrant—!”

“Run—!”

“No, alert the elders—!”

However, before anyone could properly react, Drake raised his hand.

|Stellar Decree of Blazing Conquest|

FWOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

As an illusory sun appeared over his head, he willed his decree into use. In that moment, golden-black flames erupted from him in massive, rolling waves.

They swept across the academy like a living tide — burning not just buildings and bodies, but past loyalties, resistance, and even the very concept of defiance.

Wherever the flames touched, everything changed. Before, when Drake was accounting for everyone…. he was actually looking to see if there was anyone in this domain strong enough to defy his Decrees.

And now looking at the scholars who had been screaming in terror suddenly fell silent, their eyes glazing over as old allegiances were burned away.

Elders who tried to activate defensive powers watched helplessly as it all dissolved into golden ash.

It was clear that now one here could defy him… even if they wanted to.

In mere moments, the academy itself — its towers, its libraries, its floating platforms — began to shift, the structures darkening and reforming under Drake’s will.

As always, the decree had many uses, but right now, Drake only sought conquest, and everything his flames touched became part of his domain.

Standing at the Peak of Star Union with four thousand Divinity Points at his disposal, and with Divine Sense still being incomplete—or rather, not yet activated for this verse—so claiming the entire galaxy in one move was impossible.

So as the Academy became his… he vanished, but not before steeling his resolve.

“I will build an empire,” he declared. “My own, one that will one day break free from any power gifted.”