Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 449: Race Over (4) - Asgard, Valhalla
Chapter 449: Race Over (4) – Asgard, Valhalla
The moment the battle kicked off, the world of the Morpharcs began to pay the price.
BOOOM!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!
BOOOM!!!!!
The sky split open from the raw power as the eleven siblings descended on Drake like a storm of divine judgment.
However, even with them all surging at once… Drake started strong.
With his Decree active, reality around him became a literal weapon and he used it without holding back one bit.
Even so, there was something Drake had long lost sight of… or rather never cared for it.
And that was the Race between the siblings… Which meant, he’d never kept tabs on them truly through the eight millennia and though he always knew their powers.
He couldn’t possibly know what kind of monsters they’d truly grown to be.
|Decree of Final Stands (Divine)|
Rita moved through the skies making a beeline for Drake. The moment her Divine Decree actiated, an illusory pure black star appeared overhead.
This was her strongest defensive decree… one that ruled any threat against Rita already concluded. Or in other words… in this case, Drake’s Decree meant nothing to her.
Her dual short swords flashed — sending black arcs cutting through the air with lethal precision.
SHK!
SHK!
As the arcs traveled, she appeared on his backside in a burst of finality, one blade thrusting toward his neck while the other swept low at his legs.
Drake twisted mid-air, trying to dodge the close-range assault, but one of the black arcs still chipped his shoulder, drawing a clean line of blood that refused to stop flowing.
He staggered for half a step — back foot slipping on thin air.
In that exact moment, Rye appeared behind him, trident thrusting forward with wild, infinite copies blooming from the original.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
Feeling the presence, Drake immediately tapped into the infinity of reality and dimmed it.
As mentioned before with his Decree active… all aspects of Reality where his to alter, as long as one didn’t have a defense for it.
In that moment, the infinite trident strikes suddenly weakened, their power and number drastically reduced.
He turned mid-air, elbow slamming into Rye’s chest with brutal force.
CRACK!
BOOOM!
BOOOM!!!!!
Rye was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing through several distant mountains with a series of deafening booms.
“Damn brother, isn’t your attacts supposed to be endless?” Kade said while laughing at Rye, he jumped into action activating his own Divine decrees.
He first activated his strongest offensive decree, followed by defensive.
|Decree of Origin Fury (Divine)|
HUMMMMM!!!!!
In that moment he channeled the pure primal force that existed before all order, overwhelming all structured power of Drake dropping his battle prowess by two minor tiers until he was Tier 19.
|Decree of Eternal Primal (Divine)|
His defensive decree made him the source of all beastly and instinctual life, immune to any attack built on structure.
His fists blazed with raw, untamed primal energy as he lunged at Drake, a feral grin spread across his face.
BANGGGGG!!!!!!
And seeing this… the Tyrant didn’t falter. No, Drake met him head-on, and the decrees clashed immediately.
Kade’s raw fury chipped away at Drake’s control, his untamed nature making Drake’s precise strikes seem flat and pointless.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
They traded brutal punches — knuckles slamming into knuckles — each clash sending tremors that deepened the cracks in their crumbling world.
Rita reappeared in the fray, her black-star decree still rendering Drake’s reality subjugation almost useless against her.
Her blades flashed again.
SHKK!!!!!
As Kade was knocked a way for a slight moment, Drake raised one arm and blocked one, but the other grazed his ribs, deepening the wound.
Rye recovered from the mountains, with blood on his lip, and dove back in with renewed fury, his trident now empowered by raw infinity once more.
And not just him.. but the others stop waiting around as they were growing impatient…
They were ready to return home after all.
Drake roared, blood flying from his mouth, but the onslaught didn’t stop.
He was being mauled — not with hatred, but with cold, familial determination to end his foolishness and bring him home.
And not too far away, protected by the chaos…
Khaos watched from her mountain of bodies, eyes calm, taking it all in as the siblings worked together like a well-oiled machine of divine judgment.
Then, without warning, Ash appeared directly behind her.
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice soft but carrying that oddly familiar warmth.
“Looks like someone is enjoying the show~” he said as he looked at the battle taking place.
She turned her head slightly, her swirling grey eyes widening for a fraction of a second before a slow, genuine smile spread across her lips.
The shock didn’t come from her not recognizing him. Although this was technically her first time seeing him in the flesh and meeting…
She had long received the things Ash had gifted her at the beginning of the Era… including the photo.
“You look much better in person than in some photo,” she said, voice smooth and teasing. “Hmm, Daddy, is it?”
Ash laughed — low, warm, and genuinely amused — as he settled down beside her on the mountain of bodies, the grotesque throne somehow feeling comfortable under his presence.
He nodded in agreement.
“Oh, you learn fast… I like that~”
He leaned back slightly, eyes turning toward the chaotic battlefield below where his children were still mauling Drake.
“So… what do you think of the show?”
Khaos was quiet for a moment, her chaotic aura swirling gently around her as she watched the siblings fight in perfect coordination.
Then she admitted, almost reluctantly…
“…I’m truly shocked. This is the first time I’ve felt something akin to… fear. Which is why I chose to watch before intervening.”
She actually hated the feeling especially after leaving so many years reigning uncontested. Yet, before her very own eyes were twelve beings she couldn’t even begin to understand.
Ash’s smile softened, but there was a glint of pride in his golden eyes.
“Well, they are my children after all.”
Hearing those words, Khaos arched a brow, turning to look at him directly.
“Children?” She questioned again, seeing him nod once more she continued.
“Then why are you letting them fight? Why not step in?”
Ash gave a light shrug, his eyes never leaving the battle.
“Because I won’t interfere with their plans or journey. I’m just waiting to see how it all ends. They have to settle this on their own… even if it gets messy.”
That was his approach to parenting—he’d taught them plenty of lessons, and though his time with them had been shorter than Aurora’s, it was still enough to shape who they were.
No matter what they decided, he had no intention of helping or stopping them.
If the siblings had never thought to bring Drake back, Ash would have let him be, just to see how far he could go.
But now that they had stepped in, his perspective had shifted.
’Tsk, I’ll set this brat straight,’ he scoffed inwardly. ’How dare he think I’m afraid of anything?’
The truth was, Ash knew everything… about everyone within his verse, and even more so when it came to beings connected to him.
He understood Drake’s philosophy and his plan, but what bothered him most was the absurd notion that he had created Pantheos or amassed such power out of fear.
An idea that was nothing short of blasphemy.
—-
The two continued watching for a few hours until Drake was finally on his last legs and Erebus was still having a tough fight with the Elder Primavus…
CRACKKKK!!!!!!
The very moment when it looked like the battle would finally come to an end.. when Drake was completely spent….
The sky broke open… completely.
And from the void between worlds… a massive spear descended from the heavens — ancient, glowing with divine fury, heading directly for Drake, who was surrounded by the other heirs.
From the skies, Odin’s voice echoed like thunder, filled with grim resolve:
“I vow to use the blood of Drake… my one brother… and the inhabitants of the House of Lightning… and Asgardia… all for a sacrifice for the rise of Asgard… Valhalla!”
The spear — Gungnir — hurtled downward with unstoppable momentum, aimed straight at the heart of the Tyrant.
