Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 503: Omnipotence: Stage 2
Chapter 503: Omnipotence: Stage 2
The Dream looked at Ash with a mix of caution and quiet resolve.
“I’m not sure what you mean… by the Author,” she said, her melodic voice carrying a note of genuine uncertainty. “But I am willing to join your cause. You don’t seem like someone I would want to cross.”
As she said that, she glanced over at Ancestor Sealing, who was still on his knees, silently crying — with tears streaming down his face as he clutched the sealed skin where his mouth had been.
Ash looked at her, his golden eyes calm. With a simple glance he could clearly see that she had stepped onto the road of omnipotence as well….
Which meant she knew about the fourth wall.
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[The Reality of Dream
Age – 25,000+ Cycles
Race – Reality of Dreams
Rank – N/A Peak Twentieth Dimensional Existence
Influence – Dreams
Omnipotence – Stage One (Dreamer’s Artifact)
Remarks – One of the original Eighteen Mana Verses created at the dawn of existence.
Over countless cycles, she and her chosen warrior developed a new fundamental energy — something that existed beyond Origin’s Essence and even Isness itself.
This new force allowed dreams to become self-sustaining, independent of any external system or “Mother’s” design.
It was this very achievement that led to her punishment. The Mother viewed her evolution as a direct threat to the balance of the Eighteen — a reality that could potentially slip free from her control entirely.
Fearing a domino effect that could destabilize the future Verses, the Mother sealed her away, branding her and the other Original as “Lost.”]
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“Hmm? Haven’t you stepped onto the road of Omnipotence as well?”
The Dream nodded slowly, her vivid eyes flickering with a hint of uncertainty.
“I’ve reached Stage One, but I still don’t get what you mean by an ’Author.’”
She hesitated, a thought crossing her mind, ’Since I’m going to join him… I shouldn’t hide anything… especially if he’s so… violent?’
Lifting her hand, she summoned a soft, shimmering orb into her palm. Unlike the Codex, it wasn’t a book—it was a living, shifting sphere of silver mist and glowing threads, bound entirely to her own essence.
“This is my Dreamer’s Sphere,” she explained. “It allows me to display my power at Stage One of Omnipotence. I use Dreams to connect to things outside of the normal reach of reality.”
HUMM!
She closed her eyes for a moment, and the orb pulsed.
The air around them shimmered.
For a brief instant, faint, translucent lines appeared in the sky — like the edges of pages, the subtle borders of a narrative.
Threads of possibility and “what could be” stretched across the horizon, showing glimpses of alternate outcomes, potential futures, and the invisible hand guiding events.
It wasn’t full reading like Ash, but a dream-like reflection — a hazy, artistic interpretation of the greater Narrative.
The Dream opened her eyes once more, the orb in her hand fading to a soft glow.
“That’s how I see it—through dreams. Through what could have been, what should have been, and what was never given the chance to be.”
Ash watched as the delicate lines vanished, his gaze steady, his expression calm and contemplative.
’Interesting… things are similar to Progenitor artifacts…’ He thought seeing the display, it was a bit ironic knowing that the Codex itself started as nothing more than that.
A Progenitor’s artifact.
“Alright, since you’ve decided to join me.” He said with a smile, “I will help, but I won’t be doing anything at all. You will.”
Like before, as much as he wanted to simply clear things, he wouldn’t. Though that didn’t mean he planned to let things play out slowly.
No, his steps forward were quite simple.
’Let the others break existence, while I find a way to set us all free.’ He thought before The Dream’s voice broke through his thoughts.
The Dream looked at him with clear confusion, her flowing silver dress shifting like mist around her.
“How can I help?” she asked, her melodic voice tinged with uncertainty. “I have no mana… none of the Lost Realities do. Each one is under constant attack by things that simply negate our very existence.”
Lost realities, contrary to what many thought. They weren’t filled with resources or things that could push them higher.
No, they didn’t even have inhabitants, much less things like Mana stones.
Ash nodded once already knowing these things, then glanced toward Creara.
HUM!!!
Creara smiled and raised her hand.
A rift split open in the air before them, a swirling gateway of light thrumming with raw power. Through it shimmered fleeting visions of Lost Realities: broken landscapes, upside-down voids, and fractured lands all locked away long ago.
Ash slipped a hand into his pocket, drew out a plain mana ring, and passed it to the Dream.
“Once all your siblings are together, take the pills inside. All of you, at the same time. That will give you a special evolution — changing you from simple Realities into Endless Divine Realities.”
The Dream gazed at the ring in her palm, a puzzled look clouding her ethereal features.
“Endless Divine Realities…?” she murmured, slipping the ring into her fingers. “Everything’s happening so fast…”
To that… Ash offered no explanation.
He just rested a hand on her shoulder and steered her gently toward the rift.
“That’s just how I operate… now go.”
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When the moment she left,
Ash sat down cross-legged in the air, floating effortlessly above the silver-lavender grass as the Dream disappeared through the rift.
The moment she was gone, Creara moved without him needing to say a word.
Snap!
She snapped her fingers once, and the glowing essence he had spotted earlier on the horizon — the pulsing core of raw, primordial like power — appeared directly in front of him.
It hovered like a living star, shifting between soft gold, deep indigo, and faint crimson, radiating waves of pure power that made the air around it twist.
Ash looked at the three spirits floating nearby, his expression calm but focused.
“This is it,” he said simply. “The first real step beyond being a God.”
Elysia floated closer to his right shoulder, her golden eyes studying the essence with quiet fascination.
“The stage beyond Gods…. will be termed the Endless, huh?” She said knowingly, “Not bad I guess.”
Creara, positioned to his left, smirked as she made a slow circuit around the floating core.
“Right, but to think that woman, Dreams, possessed enough power… to create something of this magnitude.”
At this moment, Ash, having integrated The Watcher’s race, ascended to the second stage of Omnipotence.
With this advancement came the ability to perceive the remaining tiers of power—though “tiers” was not entirely accurate to say.
Once one attained the Twentieth Dimensional Existence, such classifications ceased to apply, for from that point onward they were defined solely by that state of being.
This was because a singular requirement existed: to embark upon the path toward becoming omnipotent.
Unara, perched atop his head, leaned forward with eager anticipation, her small hands gripping his hair tightly.
“So, the absolute peak is to become a Thirty-Six Dimensional Existence,” she remarked.
“At that point, all beings will cease to ’be’ as they are, instead transforming into something far more abstract.”
Ash’s golden eyes stayed locked on the glowing essence as he gave a single nod.
“It all sounds neat,” he said, but as mentioned before, he had no intention of building around the power system anymore.
Honestly, learning about the rest of the ranks had been pure coincidence, since he was already planning to strengthen his own power system.
“So, what if they have thirty-six levels,” he continued. “To be Endless, that would still only mark the Second Realm of Power for those in Pantheos.”
The three spirits exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of excitement, understanding, and quiet anticipation.
They didn’t need long explanations — they had been with him long enough to know exactly what he was thinking.
Elysia smiled softly.
“Then let’s begin.”
