Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 492: The Arrival of The One (2)

Chapter 492: The Arrival of The One (2)

All while Unara continued her role for the moment, introducing the next phase of the ball with her usual playful flair, Ash had decided to finally appear.

However, it was not directly at all.

This entire time, he had said he would be busy handling other matters.

But in fact, he was only reading the novel as the Chapters appeared in the Codex. Not only that — wouldn’t it be best if the main attraction appeared last?

Ash flew through the ballroom unseen by all the beings present… except for the one he was approaching.

The Watcher.

His current form was that of an owl — but one even more beautiful and majestic than the Watcher.

His feathers were a deep, living black that shimmered with faint threads of gold and crimson, as if the night sky itself had been woven into his plumage.

His wings were vast and silent, each feather edged with a soft, ethereal glow.

His eyes were molten gold, carrying a knowing depth that seemed to hold entire realities within them.

He was not merely an owl — he had become something even more.

One must not forget, Ash could add any race into his with a mere glance. So, anytime he saw one that he didn’t already have, he would add it just because.

However, the Watcher… he was of a race that revealed something interesting to Ash.

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[The Second Watcher

Age – 900+ Cycles

Race – Eternal Watcher (Bloodline – N/A)

Rank – Exalted Origin (Twentieth Dimensional Existence)

Remarks – The second of two Watchers created at the beginning of Time.

His sole mission across his entire existence has been to observe the unfolding of the Mother’s creation and ensure that thirty-six worthy warriors eventually rise to defend all of existence.

He currently believes the Ineffable Pantheon are invaders from The Father — beings who have come from the other side of existence.]

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And in this moment as he was the Origin of all Races… and perhaps even beyond that now.

He became more than the living embodiment of observation, of silent judgment, of the quiet gaze that watched the turning of pages.

He glided through the grand hall without a sound, passing between conversations, over tables, and beneath chandeliers, completely invisible to every guest, every concubine, every member of the Pantheon except for the one he sought.

And…. The Watcher perched high in a shadowed alcove above the hall, suddenly stiffened.

His golden eyes widened as Ash’s majestic owl form landed gracefully on the railing beside him — larger, more regal, radiating a presence that made the ancient guardian feel… small.

The Watcher did not speak.

He simply stared, shock and a flicker of worry clear in his wide, unblinking eyes.

Ash’s owl form tilted its head, golden eyes meeting the Watcher’s gaze. Deep within the mind of the ancient bird, a rare and unsettling storm of panic began to churn.

’This… this shouldn’t be possible.’

Cycles of steady, detached observation collapsed beneath the weight of what he was sensing.

As the Second Watcher, there should be nothing beyond his sight, nothing capable of making him feel… lesser.

Yet, when his golden eyes blinked and tried to pierce through Ash, there was nothing—no vision, no insight, just an impenetrable void.

One thing was certain.

’He’s not using any technique… or talent. Has the Mother created something even she herself did not foresee?’

When Ash finally spoke, his tone was as casual and unbothered as ever.

“So,” Ash said lightly, his majestic feathers shifting with a soft glow, “how are you enjoying the event? And my Pantheon, for that matter?”

The Watcher remained silent for a long moment, his golden eyes studying the far more imposing owl beside him.

Even with him being an entire Dimensional state above Ash, in this moment he couldn’t read him, couldn’t do anything but feel lesser.

Finally, the Watcher hooted softly, his voice carrying a trace of wariness mixed with genuine curiosity.

“…It is… unprecedented to say the least,” he admitted.

“I have watched many things… and your Pantheon… they are not like the others.” He then looked at the guest below that had begun mingling with one another.

“I’m starting to believe they do not fit within the established order.”

Ash’s owl form gave a small, almost amused hoot.

“Interesting… the established order, huh?”

He shifted slightly on the railing, his golden eyes never leaving the Watcher.

“Tell me, old friend… you’ve seen more than most.” Ash said, “But… have you ever seen this so-called mother?”

After doing so much reading lately, there were a few things that caught Ash’s immediate attention.

The first and most overwhelming thought was about this ’Mother’ and ’Father’ he had only recently learned of.

’If I’m not mistaken… they might be the final bosses or something like that,’ he mused, his gaze drifting toward The Merchant and the man who had just started speaking.

’That minx… is she being used as a pawn too?’ he wondered, before shifting his attention to the second matter on his mind.

It was the Treasury of Existence—the place directly tied to his Existential Karmic Debt and Ten Lucky Draws.

He had dismissed it before for various reasons.

’I was certain the Karmic Debt had come from my previous lives…’ he thought, but now he realized that was quite literally impossible.

Sure, many of them had achieved plenty, but was it truly enough to be considered existential?

The answer was a clear and resounding no, and Ash knew it better than anyone.

Those past incarnations hadn’t even managed to break beyond the lower frameworks of three-dimensional existence, still bound by the limits of universes.

Yet this Treasury existed on a level far above such constraints.

That alone made it all the more baffling for someone like Minx to have any connection to it at all.

“The Mother…? I’m afraid I don’t quite follow.” He said acting as if this was his first time hearing such a title.

“There are many mothers in the Eighteen Realities — creators of races, founders of sects, even some who claim forbidden lineage. Which one do you speak of?”

Inside, the ancient owl was frowning.

’That Gambler… did he mention this too?’ he wondered briefly before fixing his gaze on Ash again, this time more intently.

’Or has he… touched the wall?’