Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 505: Setting The Stage

Chapter 505: Setting The Stage

After glancing at his status screen, Ash stood up, ready for the next phase.

“If we’re speaking technically, I won’t be doing much,” he muttered, stretching lightly. As mentioned before, he was making a real effort to avoid being too hands-on with what was coming.

“Honestly, this turn of events should’ve happened long ago,” Elysia remarked as she settled on his left shoulder.

And, as always, she was right. Ever since creating the Originat Clan, Ash had commanded an army just waiting to be unleashed.

Still, in his mind, things always felt better when he got his own hands dirty.

“Our focus should be entirely on drawing out the Mother and the Father,” Creara added.

“Right. The others will eventually follow Nia’s lead and bring all realities down.” Unara spoke up as well.

Ash nodded, his golden eyes calm as he focused on the task at hand — restoring each of these Lost Realities.

With that in mind, he opened the Codex.

The black-and-gold book floated before him, its pages turning slowly on their own with a soft, whispering rustle, like wind through ancient pages.

Then as he flipped to the novel, golden text began to form in real time, the ink bleeding into existence as if the story was being written at this very moment just for him.

Ash’s golden eyes moved across the lines with calm focus.

[In the heart of the Lost Reality of Oblivion, the Dream and her long-sealed siblings completed their evolution…]

The words continued flowing smoothly.

[Each of them consumed the pills Ash had given them. The effect was not violent, but profound.

Their forms — once bound by the remnants of mana and the scars of sealing — began to shift.

The Dream’s ethereal body glowed brighter, her silver dress turning into flowing threads of pure potential.

Around her, the other Lost Realities emerged from their sealed states, each one awakening as Endless Realities — no longer limited by the old systems, no longer chained by the Mother’s design.

They had become something new. Something free.]

Ash’s lips curved into a faint smile as he kept reading, the text continuing to write itself in elegant, glowing script.

[The Dream felt it first — the boundless freedom she had always craved.

No longer would she be forced to rely on mana or any external force. She could dream anything into existence, sustain it indefinitely, and reshape reality without fear of punishment.

The other Lost Realities followed suit, their own essences expanding, merging with the new power.

They were no longer ’Lost.’

They were something more — endless realities, a limitless existence contained within another.]

He flipped the page with a small gesture, the next lines forming as he read.

[With this evolution complete, the Lost Realities were no longer hidden or broken. They stood ready — waiting for their new purpose under the Ineffable Pantheon.]

“Perfect, since you’re waiting….” Ash muttered as he closed the Codex with a soft snap, the book vanishing into golden particles that faded into the air.

He looked out across the silver-lavender plain, his expression calm but satisfied.

Snap!

With a snap of his fingers, the Dream appeared before him once more.

Her ethereal form now glowed with a deeper, more vibrant light, her ever-shifting eyes carrying a new depth and clarity.

She looked around for a brief moment, visibly taken aback by how effortlessly Ash had pulled her here.

“You… brought me here so easily,” she murmured, a note of surprise in her melodic voice.

“Even after everything I’ve seen, that still caught me off guard.”

She composed herself, then offered a graceful bow of her head.

“Thank you… for allowing me to become something else. Something more than just a sealed memory.”

Ash waved it off casually, his expression relaxed.

“No need for thanks. It’s time for all of you to help yourselves now.” He said as he began to casually walk.

“I gave you the power to do whatever you want. As Endless Realities, you don’t follow the ranks of the old power system anymore — you simply exist.”

As he spoke, he proceeded to elaborate on their nature in detail. As previously mentioned, they would not adhere to the established power system; rather, they would purely embody their respective dimensional existence level.

At present, they all resided at the 20-D level, though this could be elevated once their realities became more populated and sufficient numbers of beings attained the requisite rank.

The Dream nodded slowly, her flowing silver dress shifting like mist around her.

She already understood this from the evolution itself — the new freedom, the boundless potential now coursing through her and her siblings.

Ash spoke with his usual laid-back tone.

“Pass my message to the others,” he said, and though he could easily do it himself, he had no intention of continuing to form meaningless bonds.

Dream could consider herself fortunate, because even though he had no plans to add her to his harem, he couldn’t deny her beauty.

’She’s definitely stunning… I wouldn’t mind spending a few millennia with her,’ he mused briefly before carrying on with what he was saying.

“Each of you must first restore balance within your own realities. Rebuild what has been lost, repopulate your planes of existences, and fortify your foundations. Only when this is accomplished will I take further action.”

The Dream held his gaze for a measured moment, her vividly colored eyes swirling with quiet determination.

“I understand,” she replied softly. “We will commence at once.”

Offering him one final respectful nod, she dissolved into a cascade of silver mist, returning to her own realm to execute his directive.

—-

While Ash continued to handle things in the Lost Reality of Dreams, back in Reality Nine… everything had finally crumbled.

Or more accurately, it had all been destroyed.

The wives stood together in the middle of what was once Reality Nine.

Now it was nothing but a blank canvas — an endless expanse of pure white nothingness stretching in every direction.

Vaeloria stood with her arms crossed, tails flicking slowly as she stared at the massive, swirling rift that had opened in the center of the blank space.

It pulsed with unstable energy, a gateway to somewhere far beyond this reality.

“I must say,” Vaeloria murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Leaving places blank… it’s become our signature.”

Sonna stood beside her, blue hair drifting lazily in the void as she gazed at the rift with quiet fascination.

“I couldn’t agree more… anyway, I wonder how that fox is doing.”

Yonna leaned casually against an unseen surface; her sharp blue eyes fixed on the swirling gateway.

“Well, I’m sure it’s worth all this time… though I am curious, since we haven’t sensed her becoming a god or anything.”

Hearing them, Sylvie stepped forward, her expression softening as she raised her hand and called out simply.

But her voice also resounded directly to Kagami who had been roaming around Pantheos.

“Kagami.”

Moments later, Kagami appeared in a burst of light, looking a bit disoriented as his eyes swept over the endless white expanse.

“Another world’s gone, huh?” he remarked, his tone carrying the weight of familiarity with such scenes.

“More like an entire reality,” Diana replied, her two white braids swaying gently in the wind.

Sylvie stepped up beside him, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Through that rift,” she said softly, “you’ll see your granddaughter again. We don’t know exactly what’s waiting on the other side, but these are Master’s orders.”

Kagami’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and raw emotion flickering across his face. He stared at the unstable gateway for a long moment before giving a firm nod.

“After so long…” he murmured, and everyone there understood just how deeply he had missed Kaguya—and how much he had regretted sending her away in the first place.

But in this moment, all of those things didn’t matter. Without another word, he stepped forward and vanished into the rift.

As the wives watched him go in silence for a few seconds.

Then, one by one, they began to depart.

Vaeloria gave a quick, decisive nod.

“I’ll head to Reality Seven,” she said, her tone steady. “There’s someone there I want to check on, so I might as well start there.”

Madison chuckled, cracking her knuckles in anticipation.

“Isn’t Reality Four supposed to be the strongest?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “I’ll be heading there—whoever wants to join me, feel free.”

One by one, the wives began to simply disappear, each vanishing toward a different Reality to carry on the work of cleansing and expansion.