Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 484: Male, The Eye of Final Dusk

Chapter 484: Male, The Eye of Final Dusk

With his long, pure black hair drifting gently in the non-existent wind and his pale skin glowing faintly under the unstable light of his realm….

After his last battle against a few members of the Ineffable Pantheon, he had retreated deep into his own verse.

His personal realm was still incomplete — a bubbling, unstable verse that only existed in a lower-to-high dimensional framework.

As he sat in the void between universes, turning the invitation over in his hands, he couldn’t help but recall the battle he had suffered.

“I honestly thought I was walking a path no one else could ever tread. I’d lived countless lives across the cycles, and eventually, I became one with them all…. When I created the Nelun, I believed it was only a matter of time before I stood unmatched.”

“But then, who would’ve thought I’d stumbled upon those who call themselves the Ineffable Pantheon… and I witnessed a race that was even beyond mine.”

“Truly, where did these so-called Gods emerge from?” In that moment, he revealed a glimpse of his true nature as he exhaled softly.

Across the many Cycles he had spent inhabiting the organisms, he believed he had witnessed the full extent of what power could bestow.

He clicked his tongue in wonder as he slowly turned his head and looked behind him into the void.

Its form was humanoid yet incomprehensible, wrapped in layers of shifting darkness and faint, glowing runes.

Male stared at it for a long moment before speaking.

The colossal being’s voice rumbled across the void, deep and ancient.

Hearing that, Male stood up and started walking toward the being.

It was a spirit born of True Nothingness, bound to him by contract since the moment of his transmigration.

The Nelun race was currently on a level similar to the Unus—well, the Unus before Ash created his own Nonexistence.

Male’s race could now manipulate both nonexistence and existence, but without a true source of Existence, their control was far from pure, nowhere near matching that of the Unus.

During the battle, none of the women had even utilized many of their Decrees, and beyond that, he surmised it was evident that someone of greater authority stood above them all.

“If the situation becomes too chaotic, I can ensure a single escape,” the colossal being intoned, its voice resonating through the void like distant thunder.

Male frowned deeply, his long black hair shifting slightly as he looked up at the massive figure.

The Spirit remained silent, offering no further reassurance.

He knew he needed more answers—about the Ineffable Pantheon, the ones above them, and the full scope of their power. Staying here in his half-formed verse would only keep him in the dark.

“I’ll go to the ball,” he murmured. “But not without backup.”

“Summon the strongest of the Nelun. We’re not going in blind.”

—-

The room was filled with towering shelves of ancient ledgers, floating orbs that displayed live markets across multiple domains and walls adorned with glowing runes that tracked the flow of wealth and influence on a Reality wide scale.

But things had been odd since the moment she first met her sponsor.

Now though every time they spoke, she felt… different.

Until today.

The Merchant sat patiently as the heavy doors opened and Matriarch Minx entered.

“You’ve done well so far, Little Merchant.”