Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 462: Who... Are You All (3)
Chapter 462: Who… Are You All (3)
With all the champions either killed or removed from their respective groups, Ash and the rest of the leaders watched every moment with intense focus.
For the leaders, it was clear they were still being forced to watch—something they had initially despised.
But as time passed, their resistance faded, and it shifted from a begrudging obligation to an active, careful observation, scrutinizing every tiny detail in hopes of understanding exactly who and what they were up against.
By this point, it had become clear that the statements made by Ancestor Seeker about him were a significant understatement.
He was not merely different; he surpassed anything many present had ever personally encountered.
This conclusion came purely from the quality of beings at his command.
Even now, in this very room, he essentially had some of the most ancient entities in True Reality under his control.
Up until now, Ash hadn’t really done much besides taking down Fear, but with so many powerful allies by his side, it made you wonder what that really said about him.
He watched the final clash more intently than anyone else, his eyes fixed on every detail.
’Things just keep getting more and more tangled,’ he thought, aware—unlike his wives—of exactly what the final champion was.
’The Eye of Final Dusk…’ he mused, before setting the thought aside.
Rising to his feet, he cast a glance at Ancestor Seeker for a moment, noting that she was still keeping up her act.
He gave a small shake of his head before stepping up to the large window overlooking the Academy grounds.
With a casual blink, the scene shifted, and the lively Academy beyond disappeared.
In its place, he revealed the true secret grounds hidden beneath — the very place that held the eighteen organisms themselves.
By now, there was nothing about the Organisms Ash didn’t already know, so seeing their true forms didn’t surprise him. He had long been aware of what his first Incarnation looked like.
They were massive, living symbols.
Two colossal Eyes — one of blinding light, one of devouring darkness.
Two enormous Feet — one rooted in creation, one stepping through annihilation.
Two vast Mouths — one speaking ideas into being, one swallowing them whole.
And so on — eighteen abstract, primordial symbols, each one pulsing with the rawest Origins essence.
As the scene unfolded, Ash let the leaders regain control of their bodies.
Instead of shouting or lashing out, the eighteen leaders simply stared, their expressions shifting from confusion to an even deeper bewilderment.
And Ash he smiled as by now he was already back on his throne sitting comfortably.
HUMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!
RUMBLEEEEE!!!!!!!
Not even a moment later, each and every one of the eighteen organisms let out wails so loud the entire True Reality trembled.
The sound was not physical.
No, it was like the scream of entire cosmologies all wailing, all being torn apart.
BOOOOM!!!!!!!
Then, before the leaders’ eyes, each organism exploded in a bloody, visceral show — their symbolic forms bursting into showers of crimson essence and shattered runes that rained down like gore across the hidden grounds.
When the explosions faded… only one thing remained in their place.
The children of Ash.
Xeros, Aurora, Quell, Riona, Emily, Aliya, Klaus, Kade, Evelyn, Clara, Riyan, Rye, Riya, stood together in the center of the devastation, their presence radiating the combined might of the Ineffable Pantheon.
Like Ash mentioned before, they had parts to play… and they cleared out each Lower to Middle Dimension, reverting all things back to absolute canvases.
Though they took many beings inside of Pantheos, unlike what Ash might’ve done.
“Well, looks like the game is over, huh?” Ash’s voice sounded as the Leaders finally noticed that he was back on his throne.
And not just him…. in the moment it took for their eyes to shift, each member of the Pantheon was standing behind Ash.
Everyone excluding Thalion, Kaelthyr, and the twins.
Seeing them, the Dean spoke in a low, strained voice.
“Who… who are you all?”
Ash leaned back in his throne, hands resting casually on the armrests, and gave the simplest answer possible.
“We are the Ineffable Pantheon.”
The Dean’s gaze flicked across the faces behind Ash — Nia… Vaeloria… Sonna… Yonna and the others, each radiating a weight that pressed against the very air in the chamber.
He swallowed once, then spoke again, his tone wary but insistent.
“You speak as if that name should mean something to us.” He said as he looked over to Ancestor Seeker.
She however, only looked to be enjoying the show. He sighed and continued.
“You walk into the heart of the Academy of All, disrupt the Game of Organisms, erase our champions like they were nothing, and now you sit here with your… Pantheon as if you own True Reality.”
He paused as he looked directly into Ash’s golden eyes.
“What exactly do you want?”
Ash’s smile remained calm and unhurried. He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes meeting the Dean’s yellow star gaze without flinching.
“I’m here because it’s only natural….” He said, in all honesty. Whether he knew about this game or not, just by climbing the road of power… coming here would’ve only been a matter of time.
“And because someone decided to make me a piece on their board like some little pawn~”
He gestured lightly toward Ancestor Seeker, who still sat with that faint, unreadable smile.
“So, I decided to end the game instead.”
The Dean’s expression tightened further.
“You speak of ending the game…. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” He roared as it was becoming harder and harder to hold back his anger.
“The Mana stones, all the Origin’s essence…. Do you think all of that was for naught?”
Ash chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the quiet chamber. How could he not know about the other rules of the game?
Gathering over three times the original amount of seven hundred trillion mana stones, gaining influence, and ultimately becoming the last champion standing.
Luna had already told him about the protection fee, the power progression issues, and so on.
But since when had Ash ever been a hero?
Maybe once he would have, just to kill time, but now it felt like he was being dragged by a noose, the bigger picture still concealed from him.
“Now, is any of that my problem?” he asked.
“I’m not broke, so I don’t need Mana Stones… I’m not some weakling, so I don’t need protection… and I couldn’t care less about the outcome of your battle between Realities.”
Hearing him casually speaking of the knowledge known by the highest echelons of True Reality, they were even more surprised.
Even, Ancestor Seeker rose a brow at that.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering just enough to make the room feel tighter.
“As for what I want… it’s the same thing I’ve always wanted,” he said. “And it’s not something you can give me.”
His eyes swept over the other eighteen leaders, his smile never wavering.
“True Reality 9, is it?” he said. “Yeah… I’ll be making this place my second home for a while. So, I suggest you stay the hell out of my way… or,”
In that exact moment, Ash’s gaze flicked toward the Prime Devourer.
Sylvie disappeared from her spot in a blur of green.
SHKKK!!!!
Her blade flashed once as she layered it in Truth and 650 Layers of existence which was the max for many of them— a clean, perfect horizontal cut.
The Prime Devourer’s head separated from his shoulders without a sound.
The ancient being’s body remained upright for half a second, countless consumed realities still swirling within his form, before it collapsed into a cascade of devouring darkness that faded into nothingness.
Ash didn’t even blink.
“Well,” he said casually, “you get the message.”
He stood up from his throne, the motion effortless.
With a single thought, he and every member of the Ineffable Pantheon present vanished in a unified swirl of rose-gold light.
The chamber was left in absolute silence.
