Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 458: We are Ineffable, We are the Originats (3)

Chapter 458: We are Ineffable, We are the Originats (3)

The leaders of these champions were watching them all fall in mere moments. They couldn’t help but look at Ash once more.

This time however, it was least with wariness and more with anger.

The Dean with the yellow star eyes slammed his fist on the armrest of his floating throne, voice tight with barely contained fury.

“This… this is unacceptable!” He exclaimed as the events taking place didn’t even make sense.

Sure, three of the champions had begun working together… but that was only because of Ancestor Seeker herself.

She was the one who proposed the reset…. the one who revealed the existence of her champion and effectively painted a target on his back.

But now… he showed up in the Grand Chambers… and completely flipping the game on its head.

“You dare… posture in front of us.” He said as he took a deep breath.

For a long moment, he watched Ash sitting there with his trademark smile, his laid-back demeanor evident as he ran his hands through Ellyn’s hair.

Before he could speak again, other voices rose — Sect Leaders shouting about broken rules, Ancient Arbiters calling on the Ancestor Seeker for intervention — yet a few simply stood by, only watching.

Specifically, the Prime Devourer and Matriarch Minx stayed silent, simply watching events unfold.

Well, not entirely—Prime Devourer had been keeping the closest eye on Ash.

At first, he was just as shocked as the others, but only because his plan was falling apart.

As he and Lord Alchemy had discussed before, the next time Ash appeared in True Reality, they intended to take his head.

Before that, he intended to unleash his Existential Horrors to showcase the true extent of his abilities.

’He’s here…’ he communicated mentally to someone far from the Academic Domain, then added,

’But he’s even stronger than before… we might need to reach out to the other Ancestor.’ His message concluded with Lord Alchemy, who remained in his chambers amidst the ruins of his domain.

Ash’s eyes flicked subtly toward the Prime Devourer, and with a quick wink, managed to make the mighty Devourer himself flinch.

Seeing him flinch Ash chuckled as he spoke in the Language of Gods — the true script of his verse.

“Quiet Down… and Focus on their magnificence.”

In an instant, Divinity enveloped everyone in the chamber except Luna and Ancestor Seeker.

The 18 leaders froze mid-sentence, mouths agape, bodies locked in place by an unseen, irresistible force, their gazes drawn almost automatically to the projection orbs.

’Hmm?’Ash arched an eyebrow inwardly as he cast a brief glance at Ancestor Seeker.

He noticed the Divinity wasn’t touching her, though it hadn’t been intentional on his part. Still, even knowing she wasn’t affected by the script, she began to act as if she were.

’She’s… more interesting than I thought,’ he mused, choosing not to call her out. Doing so now would be utterly foolish—there was still something about her he hadn’t yet figured out.

That much was evident.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the central projection orbs, his voice casual once more.

“Now, continue enjoying the show.”

The feed switched to Elara and Lady Truth, also known as Layla, battling the Paradox Lord — one of the eighteen Champions.

—-

The fight between the two Goddess and the Paradox Lord hadn’t been going on for long at all.

However, if one were just now tuning in the would think otherwise.

Elara moved as her long pastel purple hair flowed behind her as if caught in an invisible breeze.

RUMBLEEEEE!!!!!!

She floated a few meters above the fractured battlefield; one hand raised as conceptual vines of pure adaptation erupted from the ground beneath the Paradox Lord.

The Paradox Lord, a towering, ever-changing figure whose form flickered between impossible opposites—solid and liquid, alive and dead, here and gone—let out a roar as vines coiled tightly around his legs.

“What a damn nuisance” he snarled, his voice layering over itself in conflicting tones.

True Reality script then erupted along his arms as they glowed golden.

“Motion Cea—”

CRACK! CRACK!

His words were cut short as the vines wrapped around his shifting figure and vines tightened, forcing his form to stabilize for a split second — long enough for Elara to speak, her voice soft but absolute.

“Grandmother, I think we stop fooling around with this guy.”

As she spoke, the vines bloomed with adaptive thorns that pierced his contradictory existence, rewriting his own paradoxes into self-destructive loops.

“AGHHHH!!!!!”

The Paradox Lord screamed as parts of his body began to erase themselves — an arm turning to ash while the other tried to regrow it, creating an endless, painful cycle.

Lady Truth chuckled as she appeared beside Elara, her white-and-purple hair drifting calmly. Since becoming a Goddess long ago, her powers never truly changed at all.

She was Truth, and with just a few simple words, her statements became reality. Her voice was clear, gentle, yet carried the undeniable weight of absolute certainty.

“My granddaughter, we were never just playing around,” she said, and in that instant, the Paradox Lord froze completely.

“We took this Lord’s power long ago. He’s no longer a paradox—just an ordinary warrior.”

Her words settled within reality as if it was already a part of it.

In that moment, the powers of the Paradox Lord completely vanished. Being the 17th Champion, he of course had his own aspect.

However, even that, his contradiction engine faltered along with his influence of Paradox.

His form stabilized violently — no longer flickering, no longer immune — leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

“I forgot… my Granny is quite broken.” Elara said with a chuckle as her eyes glowed brighter.

With a thought she activated her Codex power, that had grown considerably over the last eight millennia.

|Adaptive Annihilation Gaze (Tier 9)|

VWOOOOOM!!!!!

Instantly, twin beams of pure adaptation divinity erupted from her eyes — these beams did not cause fixed damage, but something far more terrifying.

The beams struck the Paradox Lord and instantly analyzed him.

Then they adapted…. as even though Lady Truth had already made him a mere warrior. This power worked to cover all forms of surviving.

The light shifted from soft purple to a searing, conceptual white that targeted the exact weakness his existence could not defend against — the one form of destruction that could permanently erase a being whose power was built on contradiction.

SHKKKKK!!!!!

The beams pierced straight through his chest.

The Paradox Lord’s eyes widened in pure terror as his body began to unravel from the inside out.

“No—”

His words cut off as the adaptive divinity attacked not just his physical form but his state of existing and non-existing across any and all timelines and realities.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

His form splintered, pieces of him dissolving into golden motes that simply faded into nothingness.

Elara lowered her hands and blinked a few times as the beams faded.

Lady Truth nodded once, her voice soft.

“Hmm, maybe I should start training my power as well.” She said thinking of her power that was still Tier one.