Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 513: The Prime Expanse ?

Chapter 513: The Prime Expanse ?

Ash lounged in the simple chair he had effortlessly conjured, legs stretched out in ease as he idly flipped through the Codex’s pages.

Nearby, Elysia, Creara, and Unara also continued to float in a relaxed rhythm, taking turns offering him bites of pineapple and grapes from the small bowl they’d brought along.

“Dream should take about another hour… same with the other Realities,” he remarked casually, his gaze never leaving the glowing script.

“When it all ends… Dream in particular… she might find herself greeted by someone she’d either be thrilled to see… or dread.”

With that, his focus returned to the novel, the black-and-gold pages shifting as fresh lines of text emerged before his eyes, the ink bleeding into existence as if being written solely for him in that very moment.

Ash leaned back slightly, golden eyes scanning the lines with growing focus.

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[A/N: The following scenes are the things Ash is reading in real time.]

The Watcher exited the Threshold of Existence through a hidden door at the far end of the hallway — one that very few ever noticed, let alone used.

He flew through a silent, star-filled void, his snowy white feathers glowing faintly against the endless darkness.

The Prime Expanse lay ahead — the Complete Collection of Existence, the highest realm where everything converged.

It wasn’t just one world, but the very origin from which all lesser realities drew their foundation—a place where ideas, laws, and beings at the absolute height of their potential came together.

As he flew, the Watcher drifted over a massive coliseum suspended in the vast, star-speckled void.

Within its towering walls sat a handful of the legendary warriors from the Thirty-Six realities—the eighteen realties from each side of existence—ancient, incomprehensible beings resting in complete silence.

Their power was staggering, yet in this place, even they appeared diminished.

The Watcher muttered under his breath as he moved on, his golden eyes narrowing with quiet contemplation.

“That man… Ash Originat. I still don’t understand how someone like him is even allowed to exist,” he muttered.

“It’s like he ignores every established rule, bending, breaking, and rewriting them however he wants. He’s a walking act of defiance.”

He soared through the endless expanse, the journey feeling at once fleeting and eternal, until at last he reached the very heart of the Prime Expanse — a vast, floating clan estate that held dominion over all of existence.

The place was breathtaking, built of gleaming white marble and crowned with golden pillars, suspended in a shimmering ocean of stars.

Within its countless halls and chambers, the most ancient and powerful beings gathered, their presence shaping the fate of all that was.

The Watcher flew through an open window, perching on a high beam inside a vast chamber.

A tall, imposing man with blue hair and eyes like polished steel stood at the center, reviewing ancient scrolls.

The Watcher hooted softly to get his attention.

The man looked up, his expression neutral.

“Watcher. What brings you here?”

The Watcher spoke without hesitation, his voice carrying the weight of his observations.

“I have seen troubling things at a Grand Ball hosted by some beings of…. the Ineffable Pantheon. Beings that are still inhabiting the lower frameworks… but their power defies the natural order.”

The man raised a single brow, his tone flat and dismissive as he returned his gaze to the scrolls.

“Lower beings? How troubling could they possibly be? The Mother’s design has held for countless cycles. If they are still bound to the lower frameworks, they are of no concern to us.”

He flipped a page lazily, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation.

The Watcher sighed softly but pressed on.

“They are not bound in the way you think. They erase concepts, rewrite rules, and act without regard for the established order.”

“Their leader, Ash Originat, has already destroyed multiple lower realities, along with one True Reality…. and is now openly challenging the balance. He—”

The man’s hand paused mid-turn of a scroll. For the first time, a faint frown appeared on his face.

He looked up again, his polished steel eyes narrowing slightly.

“Destroyed Realities? And this… Ash Originat… he dares to challenge the Mother’s design?”

The Watcher nodded.

“More than that. He—”

HUMMMM!!!!

Before he could finish, a portal of pure white light opened behind the man.

It was not summoned by him.

The Mother had opened it.

The Watcher felt an irresistible pull and was drawn into the portal without resistance.

The man watched silently as the portal closed, his frown deepening into a more serious expression.

He muttered the name again, almost tasting it.

“Ash Originat…”

He turned away from the spot where the portal had been and walked toward a massive, ancient shelf filled with glowing scrolls and records.

With a wave of his hand, several scrolls flew into the air and unrolled themselves before him. His steel-like eyes scanned the documents, searching for any mention of this name or the Ineffable Pantheon.

“Interesting…” he murmured. “If they are causing this much disturbance in the lower layers, they may warrant closer observation after all.”

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Stepping through the portal, the Watcher found himself in a realm so unfathomable that even he — the ancient guardian who had safeguarded the Mother’s creation for countless cycles — was struck blind for a moment.

There was no up, no down, no sense of direction at all.

The space was nothing but pure, overwhelming presence — a boundless ocean of light and warmth pressing against every fiber of his being.

Colors unknown to any reality spiraled and danced around him, while the weight of existence itself seemed to bear down on him even as it buoyed him upward.

All he could truly sense was an immense, incomparable presence.

Then, from everywhere and nowhere at once, a gentle, ageless voice spoke, its echo filling the infinite space.

“My child… what troubles you?”

The Watcher’s golden eyes slowly adjusted, though he still could not see her form clearly — only a radiant silhouette of infinite grace and power.

He bowed his head deeply, his voice filled with reverence.

“Mother… there is a being in the lower realities. His name is Ash Originat. He and his Pantheon… they are disrupting the balance….”