Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 446: The Race Ends

Chapter 446: The Race Ends

Time continued to flow as everyone by now had become busy.

Four thousand years passed since Khaos created Erebus and over this time Ash had been with her every step of the way.

Well, not exactly… he still hadn’t shown himself for specific reasons as he was waiting for a finale that he was looking forward to watching.

Over this time Nia, Vaeloria, Sonna, Seraphiel, and a few others stuck along with him while the others had been busy finishing their constructs which would be implemented over the course of the Era and coming ones.

Ash and a few of his wives were floating on soft, golden clouds in a world Khaos was currently inhabiting.

They were having a casual picnic with some Earthly foods — fresh fruit, sandwiches, and etc— spread out on a large blanket.

The clouds drifted lazily above a beautiful, chaotic landscape below: floating islands colliding and reforming, rivers of liquid chaos flowing upward, and storms of colorful disorder dancing in the distance.

Nia lounged against Ash’s side, as she watched him eat fruit.

Vaeloria sat cross-legged, eating a sandwich.

Sonna leaned back on her hands, blue hair flowing gently in the breeze.

Seraphiel rested her head on Ash’s shoulder, one hand absently rubbing her belly even though her pregnancy had long since concluded millennia ago.

And currently they were watching… Drake, the Ineffable Tyrant.

Over the course of the last four thousand years… it went without saying, Drake had only grown even more tyrannical.

From the very start of his journey he had been driven by his everchanging philosophy…

One that went from only viewing the strong as worthy to be beneath his family…

To him not wanting the power given by that same family at all.

And now… as the final years of the eight thousand deadline was approaching.

He now spoke openly of “becoming the sole anchor of strength.”

If he wanted to remove the gifted power these beings wielded… then he thought he needed to become it’s ruler….

To shape a verse is father could never.

And he had recently begun making moves to take claim to the Universe of Asgardia — the very universe he began at seven thousand years ago.

However, it had not been so simple.

Odin, ever the counterbalance, had been trying to stop him at every turn… he too had grown to an extent that he was willing to sacrifice anything for the Pantheon… he now ruled.

From a mere troop, to general… to the leader of the House of Lightning itself… Odin clawed from the bottom, sacrificing anything for the sake of power and knowledge.

Ash ate another fruit, watching the projection with a faint smile.

“Who knew this brat would actually be so unruly?” He questioned sarcastically.

Nia snorted, “Hmph, he needs a good spanking.” She said, “How dare he think he could make a better verse than you?”

Vaeloria chuckled, “Although his mindset is pretty… unstable,” She began, “You must say, his journey has been one of the most entertaining.”

Sonna tilted her head, her expression thoughtful.

“Even still,” She said, “His whole driven force is wrong from the very beginning. We’ve told him countless times… Power is only what you make it.”

Yonna who had been watching her son’s journey rolled her eyes, “It would be my seed that chooses to be some idiotic.”

Nia laughed outright. “Maybe it’s your fault?” She teased, “I mean, you are always trying to be so unruly in bed.”

The group shared a light laugh, the projection continuing to show Drake’s latest confrontation with Odin — words exchanged, small skirmishes breaking out, but no full war yet.

Ash leaned back against the cloud, pulling Seraphiel closer.

“Well, it matters not what he plans to do.” He said, “All things will come to convergence… right in this very world.”

That’s right… they weren’t at this world merely because Khaos was…

Well, maybe they were, but regardless, Ash knew very well that this place… this world it would be the very end to the eight millennia journey.

—-

In the Universe of Harems, on a world known as Eros Prime, an older, more mature Odin appeared at the gates of a grand mansion.

The Mansion of Quell — the Harem God.

It was an opulent structure of white marble and gold, surrounded by lush gardens where beautiful women of various races moved gracefully.

Here music and laughter drifted from within, but the atmosphere carried an undercurrent of disciplined power.

Odin had shoulder-length white hair and an eye patch covering his left eye. His presence was calm but carried the weight of centuries of battles and hard choices.

“It seems… this whole clan is incomprehensible.” He muttered as he walked with his mind on his goal.

Over, the last seven thousand years…. he had more run in with Drake than he could count… and it all was to protect the Universe of Asgardia.

However, it wasn’t just that… As one’s power increased, it was obvious so did their scope of all things.

And aside from Drake, there were eleven other beings who’d made names for themselves, all bearing the same surname.

Originat….

With Odin being the person he was…. he didn’t want to simply kill Drake. Though, their views differed he still saw him akin to a friend.

And today… He was here to discuss with Quell about his brother… Drake.

Or assumed to be brother…

The gates opened before he even knocked.

A beautiful attendant bowed and led him inside.

—–

Quell was waiting in the main hall, lounging on a luxurious couch with two women draped over him. He looked up as Odin entered, a small, knowing smile on his face.

“Hmm, Odin, huh?” Quell said, gesturing for him to sit. “The rival of Drake… how ironic…” His words dragged a bit as he thought about Drake.

Odin took a seat across from him, declining the offered wine from the attendant with a small shake of his head.

“You’re informed, I see,” he said without much surprise.

Quell leaned back, gently dismissing the two women with a wave so they could speak privately.

“I keep an ear to the ground.” He said casually, “And as the Era continues to progress… Word tends to travel fast in Pantheos, especially when it involves one of us.” He ended a bit vaguely before continuing.

“I don’t recall us ever meeting… or you having an invitation into my abode.” He looked to the eye of Odin, “So… why are you here, Odin?”

Odin didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“I’m here because of Drake.”

At the mention of the name Quell didn’t even budge, but he indeed began listening more intently…

“I’ve been piecing things together for years. There’s a larger faction behind all of you — the Originat Clan… or the Ineffable Pantheon. I don’t know which name is correct, but I know you’re all connected.”

He then continued, “And… Drake is part of it….. you’re part of it. And I suspect many others. Which is why I came to you.”

Odin continued without giving Quell anytime to interject.

He told him the change he’s seen from the military days…. up until now.

“He’s becoming… something else. The Ineffable Tyrant. He’s openly declaring his intent to claim Asgardia… and possibly creation itself.”

He leaned forward, his single eye serious.

“If anyone can talk sense into him, it’s family.”

Quell’s expression remained calm, but a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes — quickly hidden.

He leaned back, voice even.

“Drake is his own man.” He said not confirming nor denying the existence of a bigger faction behind them.

“If you want to stop him, then you must do it with your own hands. I won’t interfere in his path… and I suggest you don’t expect me to.”

Odin studied him for a long moment, then nodded once, accepting the answer.

“Understood.”

Quell gestured toward the door.

“Then I’ll ask you to leave the same way you came. This conversation is over.”

Odin stood, bowed slightly, and left without another word. But as he left… a thought flickered through his mind.

’So, he’s an Unus as well.’ He mused, ’Oh, how to kill an Unus?’

Once the doors closed and Quell was alone, his relaxed posture shifted.

The small smile faded.

He stared at the empty space where Odin had been, his expression darkening with quiet concern.

“Drake…” he muttered under his breath.

He remembered the brother who had once trained beside him — always laid back and quiet.

Now Drake was becoming the Ineffable Tyrant… no, he was the Tyrant in every sense of speaking.

One that was cold….. absolute…. and willing to erase anything he deemed.

Quell leaned back on the couch, rubbing his temple.

“He’s changed… and not for the better. If he keeps going like this… he’ll force all of us to choose sides.”