Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 456: We are Ineffable, We are the Originats

Chapter 456: We are Ineffable, We are the Originats

Hearing his words, Ellyn took a deep swallow as she wore a wry smile.

’Did… he just erase everything?’ she thought as her eyes shifted over to Drake.

Drake himself also had a look of shock mixed with confusion.

And currently his tyrannical aura, had dimmed noticeably as he stared at the blank white canvas where the entire Venus Plane had once existed.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, his voice came out low, rough, and laced with genuine confusion.

“If you’re so strong… then why are you still seeking power?” He asked, “Why did you create Pantheos?”

Ash looked at his son, the golden light in his eyes softening just a fraction.

He didn’t answer immediately…. his eyes then shifted above, past the white canvas…. even past the Organisms themselves.

He peered directly into True Reality looking at all the sponsors that were watching the game… and Luna who had returned to the side of Ancestor Seeker.

’Normally, talking so openly about my own verse would be… stupid,’ he mused inwardly, knowing Luna had already told him they couldn’t see inside.

’But it won’t matter for much longer…’ As the thought passed, he spoke aloud.

“Do you truly think life is so simple?” he asked. “Power is something every being seeks… and without it, you’re nothing more than a beggar, or an ant waiting to be stepped on.”

He shook his head. “As for Pantheos… didn’t I say I like to do things my way? Why would I play by someone else’s rules?”

The whole time he spoke, his eyes stayed locked on those watching the game, certain they could feel his gaze and that they were listening right then and there.

Drake stood there, confusion tightening its grip on him more and more. One might think it should be simple to understand.

But was it ever really that easy to change the way someone thought?

Especially when it had defined most of their lives.

Ash finally turned his gaze back to his children, and seeing Drake’s confusion and Ellyn’s growing admiration, he stepped forward, wrapping an arm around both their shoulders.

“Let’s go,” he said. “It’s time we put existence on notice.”

—-

The Original Clan was a lineage that had been established for well over 80,000 years.

Ash, back in the beginning when he existed solely as the embodiment of lust, naturally desired the company of more women.

However, this clan was never intended to be merely an assemblage of beautiful women. Rather, it was conceived as a force to be feared across worlds, galaxies, and even entire universes.

Something had been established across the entire ninth lower dimension. Yet, even after spending countless millennia in the middle dimensions, the Originat Clan had remained largely off the grid as a whole.

Sure, they achieved their goals, but more often than not, it only left emptiness in the wake.

Now, however, things were about to change.

It was time for every being to witness the true terror of the Originats and the Ineffable Pantheon.

—

Ash reappeared within True Reality.

The moment he did, he stood inside the grand Academy of All — the very heart where the 18 major sponsors were gathered watching the game unfold.

Like mentioned before, Ash at one time or another wouldn’t have mind entertaining Ancestor Luna. However, after stepping foot in that coliseum, seeing things that were so incomprehensible….

He didn’t have any time for games and finally… he would make use of all the broken beings he surrounded himself with.

Ellyn and Drake materialized right beside him, both still processing the weight of everything that had just happened on the Venus Plane.

Ash didn’t waste time, he reached out through the eternal bonds he shared with every member of the Ineffable Pantheon — wives, children, and close allies alike.

His voice echoed clearly in their minds, calm but carrying absolute command.

“Guys…” He said, “Everything is prepared, initiate Phase One of the Ineffable Plan.”

Across all beings, whether existing or not, his wives, children, and companions heard him clearly.

Without hesitation, they each moved into action without offering a single response.

“Dad… what is this place?” Ellyn asked as they began to move through the plaza.

Ash walked at a relaxed pace, with his hands still in his pockets, as the three of them passed through the bustling academy grounds.

Scholars in flowing robes hurried between the floating lecture halls, cultivators could be seen doing various activities, and even groups of alchemists debated openly with one another.

“This,” Ash said, tilting his chin slightly, “is what people call True Reality—the place where all the tough guys hang out.” He spoke as they kept walking.

“Over the years, like I told your mothers the eighteen Organisms are nothing more than playthings for eighteen beings who see the whole thing as just a game.”

Hearing this Drake, who walked beside him…

He still had an expression of conflict carrying the weight of their earlier conversation, but his curiosity won out.

“Then why are we here?” he asked, voice low.

Ash chuckled, the sound easy and unconcerned.

“Didn’t I say I’d show you there’s nothing in existence I fear?”

They continued walking until they reached the grand doors of the central hall — the very place where the 18 leaders had once gathered to run their game.

The moment Ash pushed the doors open and stepped inside, all eyes turned toward them.

The 18 major players — Sect Leaders, Clan Patriarchs, Academy Deans, and Ancient Arbiters — were already seated on their floating platforms, their expressions a mix of surprise, calculation, and wariness.

The projection orbs still hovered in the center, displaying various parts of the reset existence.

Ash smiled — casual and nonchalant — as he raised a hand.

Two thrones of black leather and gold materialized beside him. One for himself, one for Drake.

He gestured for Ellyn to sit with him as he took his seat, completely at ease.

“Hmmm,” he flashed a smile as his eyes shifted to Ancestor Seeker and Luna.

“My lovely wife, have you missed me?”