Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 494: The Time To Decide....

Chapter 494: The Time To Decide….

Despite the Clock’s mocking words, they faded into nothing as everyone — even Ash’s wives and children — remained completely entranced by the scenes playing out before them.

The memories didn’t follow a neat timeline but instead wove together into a living tapestry of Ash’s life, each moment so vivid it felt as though they were truly there, witnessing it firsthand.

The hall sat in breathless silence as the very first incarnation revealed itself — Ash as the Eye of First Dawn.

Even Ancestor Seeker, usually unshakable, found herself taken aback once again.

They watched him drift through an endless void, bearing witness to the birth of the first universes, the first dimensions, and the initial spark of creation within the Organism.

Then he let them witness every moment that would follow, right after he dissolved into shimmering motes of light.

Countless incarnations flashed before their eyes in swift, emotional bursts.

There was Ash as the Dragon of Absolute Endings — a towering, awe-inspiring creature of pure terror, soaring through collapsing universes, bringing eras to a close so that new ones could dawn.

Ash, as the King of Velora, wandering freely across Elaris, collecting women and acting as though the entire realm existed solely for his amusement.

It was as if every inch of land and every soul within it were part of his own private game.

The more they saw of him, the faster the memories seemed to rush forward, each scene coming quicker than the last.

Gradually, the beings began to understand that he wasn’t just parading these moments for the sake of arrogance—well, not completely.

As they watched everything, it was seen as something so extraordinary, so utterly beyond belief, that it could only be described as impossible.

He rise beyond the lower frameworks, breaking through dimensional boundaries, shattering the chains of mortal existence, and stepping into higher states of being.

Then the births of his children, the creation of Pantheos, the formation of the Ineffable Pantheon.

Witnessing all this, they understood he wanted to show them just how utterly beyond comprehension he was.

As the last fragments of memory slipped away, that single thought lingered and refused to fade.

Anyone who had ever dared to plot against him or the pantheon would find themselves hopelessly outclassed.

In that instant, the hall was steeped in absolute silence, as none could fathom how a being like the one floating before them could even be permitted to exist.

“Mother… is he really one of yours or is he entirely one of you?” the Watcher murmured, completely unable to make sense of anything anymore.

He felt utterly lost, and in that moment, he wasn’t even sure if he had somehow become a piece in an unfamiliar game himself.

The Clock’s voice rang out once more, deep and theatrical, cutting through the stunned silence.

“Tick… Tock… motherfuckers. The time to decide has come.”

At those words, the hall reverted back to its normal state in an instant — the lights returning, the music faintly resuming in the background.

Ash hovered above the central dais, his form once again visible to all.

He looked down at the gathered crowd with a small, confident smile.

“Now that you’ve seen a piece of who I am… let’s talk about what comes next.”

As he said those words, he descended gracefully and took his seat on the highest throne.

The moment he sat down, Aurora and Rita appeared on his lap, one on each side, their bodies pressing comfortably against him as they settled in.

Aurora leaned in, kissing his cheek playfully.

“Daddy, you’ve made quite the entrance, huh?”

Rita smirked, resting her head on his shoulder.

“And… your life was much more eventful than those stories you told us.”

Ash chuckled, wrapping an arm around each of them as they bantered lightly.

Snap!

Then he snapped his fingers.

In that instant, Don appeared — the flamboyant host of Existential Crises, dressed in his usual eccentric suit, looking slightly disoriented but quickly regaining his composure.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

Along with his appearance, four lights appeared above The Lord of Alchemy, The Prime Devourer, Ancestor Sealing, and Ancestor Seeker.

Don blinked, looking around the grand hall with wide, theatrical surprise.

He adjusted his eccentric suit, tilting his head as he took in the opulent venue, the floating chandeliers, the powerful guests, and the raised dais where the Ineffable Pantheon sat.

“Boss… what is this place, if you don’t mind me asking?” Don said, “It feels… rather lackluster, I must say.”

In that moment, although Don could be considered “mortal,” he was still a resident of Pantheos, which meant there was nothing ordinary about him.

Yet he felt no trace of divinity, no surge of Pantheos’ grand energy—nothing at all.

Ash, seated comfortably upon his throne, smiled with golden eyes that glimmered in quiet amusement.

Leaning back, he gave a dismissive wave. “Don, that’s not important right now,” he said, his tone casual but firm.

“Our attention must be on our most important guest… for these four have been plotting against me.”

Don’s eyes widened in exaggerated surprise before he burst into a laugh, clutching his chest as though the news was the most hilarious thing he’d heard in a hundred years.

“Oh my! Scheming against you?” he exclaimed. “When will beings ever learn not to cross the Boss?”

Straightening up, his grin stretched from ear to ear. “Tell me, Boss, how am I needed?”

Ash, with an easy flick of his hand, gestured toward three men.

“Record this as a bonus episode,” he said casually.

An orb appeared beside Don, glowing brightly as it began to record the scene, floating obediently in the air.

Snap!

Ash then snapped his fingers again.

In that moment, The Lord of Alchemy, The Prime Devourer, and Ancestor Sealing were pulled forward by an invisible force, appearing front and center of the entire hall, right below the raised dais.

The three ancient beings quickly composed themselves, trying to uphold their dignified appearances even as thousands of eyes locked onto them.

The Lord of Alchemy straightened his long white beard, his ancient face calm but his eyes sharp with restrained wariness.

The Prime Devourer’s shifting form stabilized into something more humanoid, though shadows still leaked from the edges.

Ancestor Sealing stood tall, his expression neutral, though his hands were clenched behind his back.

The Lord of Alchemy was the first to speak, his tone calm yet carrying undeniable authority.

“Ash Originat… what is the meaning of this?” he demanded.

“First, you invite us as guests, and now you haul us before your so-called Pantheon like common criminals. This sort of conduct should be beneath you.”

The Prime Devourer’s deep voice followed, resonating like distant thunder.

“We came here in good faith. If you have accusations, state them clearly rather than putting on this theatrical display.”

Ancestor Sealing remained silent for a few moments more before finally speaking his voice cold and deliberate.

“You tread dangerous ground by humiliating us before the entire verse… especially over false accusations.”

Ash leaned back in his throne, Aurora and Rita still comfortably on his lap.

He let out a low, genuine laugh — warm, but carrying a dangerous edge that silenced the hall even more.

He looked at the three of them, then swept his gaze across the entire venue… and beyond, his voice projecting clearly through every connected reality.

“One thing you all must know about me,” he said, his tone light but carrying absolute weight,

“is that I’m petty. And there are certain lines one can never come back from once crossed.”

He paused, then turned his head slightly and winked directly at Tyla, who was standing near Ancestor Seeker.

“No one…”

Snap!