Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 496: Time To Decide (3)

Chapter 496: Time To Decide (3)

Those words lingered in the air as if they carried some underlying truth.

To Ash, however, they were nothing more than a test to be overcome…. or not. He knew full well that this Ancestor Seeker was merely a clone.

The real Ancestor Seeker, he now suspected, was among the fabled 36 Warriors.

Yet even after sifting through everything he had read, he still couldn’t quite grasp why she was so fixated on finding someone deemed ’worthy.’

The entire event was meant to be a flex, a clear display of power to make sure everyone understood.

Ash and his people were no pushovers, and things would always go their way.

Yet, with just a single glance, he could tell.

Especially after he had changed—after taking on The Watcher’s race—he could see more clearly than ever that she was still plotting something.

All he needed now was confirmation… to know whether she was aware that she was nothing more than a clone herself.

Tyla however, looked between Seeker and Ash, her face a mask of disbelief.

“Is this all some sort of joke?” she asked, voice sharp with confusion and rising anger.

“You can’t be serious. After everything—”

Ancestor Seeker ignored her completely, her warm brown eyes locked onto Ash.

She spoke cutting Tyla off with quiet, measured honesty.

“I am on no side. I only want what is best for the balance of the Nine. I only want to know—”

Mid-sentence, Ash got the confirmation he was looking for and instantly lost any desire to deal with the clone.

’Yeah, she knows nothing… and I’m done hearing the same old nonsense,’ he thought, keeping his expression unchanged.

Turning to Creara and Unara, he spoke calmly.

“Creara, I want the Library of True Reality.”

Snap!

Creara smiled, snapping her fingers. As his Divine Fulfillment, she had been waiting for his go ahead.

Long when he first entered the library, he had planned to have it for himself anyways.

HUMMM!

In that moment, before the eyes of the entire hall, a miniature but fully real version of the Library of True Reality materialized in the center of the ballroom — a towering, ethereal structure of glowing shelves and infinite tomes, pulsing with ancient knowledge.

Ancestor Seeker’s eyes narrowed sharply, she above everyone else could feel this was the True Library.

It was almost like it was tethered to her and the moment it appeared she felt it’s position shift.

As she stared at the newly appeared Library, her lips parted this time… without any underlying games or schemes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice low but carrying across the hall with clear authority.

She turned her gaze to Luna, who sat calmly beside Ash.

“Are you going to allow him to act so unruly?”

Luna simply smiled, her yellow eyes soft but unwavering.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied lightly. “He’s, my husband. And he’s doing what needs to be done.”

Vaeloria, lounging on her throne with a lazy smile, added with a flick of her tails,

“Besides… it’s not like she didn’t have it coming.”

They all knew well by now how this Ancestor had been plotting and throwing her weight around for far too long now.

Aurelia chuckled from the side, “Like husband likes to say, Curious cats and all that.”

Ash shook his head at their remarks and simply spoke again, not minding it much.

“My lovely, Unara.”

The small spirit grinned mischievously.

Unara while perched on Ash’s head she simply looked at Ancestor Seeker with bright, playful eyes — almost innocent.

Then she spoke, her voice sweet and childlike.

“Like they said…. Curiosity killed the cat~”

SHK!!!!!

THUD!!!!!

In that instant, with just a blink, everyone there saw something completely unbelievable.

Then again, after everything they’d witnessed tonight, they weren’t even sure that was the right way to describe it.

One moment, Ancestor Seeker stood calmly, her warm brown eyes still locked on Ash.

The next, her head slipped from her shoulders as if the world itself had shifted.

It tumbled across the polished floor with a muted thud, leaving behind a streak of crimson that smeared its way across the pristine marble.

THUD!!!

Her body lingered upright for a heartbeat, almost as if denying the reality of what had just happened, before pitching forward and crumpling to the ground.

Even more blood fanned out across the floor in a wide, messy arc.

Tyla, standing right next to her, went completely still as the warmth of it hit her — splashing against her face, soaking into her shirt, streaking down her arms.

The violet highlights in her hair were now tangled with deep, vivid red.

She stared at the headless form on the ground, her expression morphing from stunned disbelief into unfiltered horror.

In this moment, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath.

The Watcher perched high above felt another shift — a deep, instinctive dread.

His golden eyes narrowed as he looked at the rawest threads of Reality Nine.

And what he saw was horrifying in its simplicity.

Each and every reality was of course connected to the Threshold of Existence, but they were all further connected to the core of Mana itself.

And this core it held every idea, aspect or concept throughout all Realities.

Before the Watcher’s gaze, the conceptual threads that made up the fabric of Knowledge — thin, glowing strands that connected every library, every scholar, every memory and discovery across the entire Reality — began to unhook.

One by one, like stitches being pulled from a massive tapestry.

Snap… snap… snap…

Each thread came loose with a silent, almost gentle pop, dissolving into golden motes that faded into nothingness.

The books in distant libraries suddenly became blank pages.

Scholars mid-lecture forgot entire fields of study, their words dying in their throats as the knowledge simply vanished from their minds.

Ancient tomes lost their words, the ink fading as if it had never been written.

Formations that relied on recorded wisdom collapsed. And so, each and everything that relied on external knowledge found itself disappearing all across Reality Nine.

The Watcher watched it all in silent horror.

It was the same as what had happened to Alchemy — but this time it was Knowledge itself being erased on a much smaller scale.

In mere moments, the very idea of “knowing” something beyond basic instinct was being stripped away.

The Watcher’s feathers bristled as an uncommon, genuine sense of unease settled over him.

At this juncture, Ash and his pantheon were no longer merely subjects of fascination.

When Ancestor Seeker had first brought Ash to his attention, he had been captivated by the revelation that Ash possessed his own Reality, one entirely unknown to him.

From that moment onward, the mystery surrounding Ash had only deepened, enthralling the Watcher and countless other beings.

Yet now, that intrigue had been swept aside.

’I must tell the Mother… I do not believe she is aware of this at all,’ he thought.

Even so, departure was impossible—no one could leave.

All they could do was remain where they were, awaiting whatever would come next.