Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 539: A Harem Meeting - Giving A Green Hat?

With that, Aurelia, Khaos, and Sia vanished to find Lithia, while Sonna and Fay slipped away toward the Sacred Dimension instead.

Sonna and Fay stepped out of swirling flames directly before the grand floating palace of Ash, its majestic structure hovering gracefully in the endless void between the unique universes belonging to his wives and companions.

The palace shimmered with divine opulence, its towering gates already parting in silent welcome.

“Well, this would be the first meeting of such urgence,” Sonna said with a soft sigh, her voluptuous figure swaying as they walked through the entrance.

“All because Nia keeps stealing the fun from everyone else.”

Fay smiled beside her, green-and-white eyes shifting to Sonna.

“What’s gotten into her?” she wondered, thinking how Nia hadn’t reached out to any of them since she left—until today.

It had been nearly a week for some, and even longer for others, since Nia began her path of Reality creation through her devouring.

Since then, she’d gone on a relentless spree, consuming any and all realities in her way.

“At this rate, all of existence will vanish before we can offer the others a chance,” Fay said, recalling how the plan from the start was to at least give some hope of salvation.

As they entered the vast halls, thousands of Ash’s concubines moved about in leisurely comfort — some completely naked, others draped in barely-there silks, lounging on cushions, watching glowing screens, or chatting quietly among themselves.

The moment they noticed Sonna and Fay, the concubines offered warm, respectful greetings with bright smiles and gentle bows before returning to their relaxed activities.

And such things…. It was all perfectly ordinary to Sonna and Fay by now.

They continued deeper into the palace until they reached one of the many luxurious lounging rooms.

Inside, several of Ash’s other wives were already gathered.

Lucy, the Goddess of Sins and the Sin Unus, lounged with her sharp fangs glinting as she laughed, her long white hair tied in two braids and seven-colored eyes sparkling.

She had tattoos of bloody divine script crawled across her skin like… living truths.

Beside her sat Aphrodite, the Goddess of Beauty, with flowing black hair and captivating pink heart-shaped eyes glowing against her pale skin.

Luna, the Goddess of Alchemy and Unus of Transmutation, sat with serene grace, her long brown hair and yellow eyes radiating the same refined elegance.

While Morgana — the Goddess of Nothingness and Nosferatu Unus — leaned back with bronze skin, striking red eyes, and black-and-red hair that seemed to drink in the light.

Elara, the Goddess of Change and Unus of Adaptation, twirled a strand of her pastel purple hair playfully.

Layla, the Goddess of Truth, observed everything with insightful white eyes and white-and-purple hair, while

Finally, Rune — the Goddess of Runes — crossed her arms with a slight pout, her dark black skin and pure white hair giving her an ethereal contrast.

Lucy spotted them first and let out a light laugh.

“Finally… Took you two long enough.” She said as she slowly rose a brow.

“Hmm, shouldn’t the others be with you?”

Morgana scoffed, “They are probably too caught up in their little adventures.” She said as they had been waiting for the other wives to show for a few hours now.

“All while Nia’s probably devouring another Reality right now while we sit here looking pretty.”

Rune huffed, as she looked away. “Hmph. Not like we were waiting or anything… but it’s annoying when people don’t show up on time.”

Layla smiled softly, her presence exuding more wisdom than the rest.

She had been a grandmother for most of her life, after all.

“Let them be. Nia’s call was rather abrupt,” she said.

“How can she go months without contact and then suddenly expect us to drop everything?”

Elara giggled softly, leaning forward with playful energy.

“Maybe she misses us?”

Luna laughed hearing that, “Impossible, she’s perhaps the only one who solely likes to be touched by Ash… and no one else.”

Hearing them Sonna and Fay moved further into the luxurious room, sinking comfortably onto the wide, plush couches of woven silk.

Sonna crossed her legs gracefully, settling with a contented sigh, while Fay moved across the room taking another couch.

“Well…. Aurelia kidnapped Khaos and Sia earlier,” Sonna said casually, brushing a strand of blue hair behind her ear.

“They went off to find Lithia.”

The moment the words slipped out, knowing smiles spread through the room.

Lucy’s seven-hued eyes glimmered with amusement.

“Ohhh, so that’s what they’re up to. I should’ve been there instead of stuck in this meeting~.”

Morgana leaned back with a lazy smile.

“Lithia’s going to eat them alive. Literally and figuratively. Should we place bets on how long before Khaos breaks?”

Rune shook her head “With Aurelia and Lithia both there… she won’t last long at all…”

They continued chatting for a few moments, laughter and teasing remarks flowing easily between them, when suddenly all their infinity necklaces began to shine with a soft, pulsing glow.

A shimmering projection appeared in the middle of the room, and everyone turned to stare at it, struck silent.

Nia appeared in not her true form, but the true size the always disguised — a colossal figure many lightyears tall, her long black hair drifting like rivers of midnight across the cosmos.

Her eyes glowed with bottomless darkness, the black sun tattoo on her forehead radiating quiet, overwhelming power.

She wore her usual baggy attire, the shirt hanging open just enough to reveal the smooth skin of her stomach and the soft cleavage above her small breasts.

But what left every single wife utterly speechless wasn’t her beauty.

Nia was casually seated atop a massive world sculpted exactly in the shape of Ash’s face — his features perfectly recreated on a planetary scale, eyes closed in serene repose as she lounged on it like a living throne.

Nia glanced around the projection with a bored expression, then tilted her head.

“Where are the other whores?”

—–

While the meeting of the Harem was about to begin, somewhere else in Pantheos a certain woman had been suffering.

Deep within the Narakava Universe, in a secluded cultivation room bathed in dim crimson light, Lirael sat alone.

The proud Asura matriarch, a being born for endless battle, had been utterly changed over the last few years.

The thousands of years of explicit scenes she had witnessed between Ash and his wives — her own daughter Sandra and Lysa being taken by their son, her granddaughters moaning in ecstasy under the same hands — had burned themselves into her soul.

And those visions ignited a long-forgotten fire she didn’t fully understand.

Instead of cultivating, Lirael’s robes were pulled open, her powerful yet graceful body glistening with sweat.

One hand moved desperately between her thighs, fingers rubbing and plunging with increasing urgency while her other hand squeezed her full breast.

Soft, breathless moans escaped her lips as her hips rocked involuntarily.

“Ash… mmh… Ash…” she whimpered, voice trembling with need.

Her eyes were half-lidded, lost in the haze of unfamiliar pleasure.

A week ago, golden words had appeared before her — words she knew came directly from him.

The memory flashed through her mind, sending a fresh shiver down her spine. The proud grandmother who had never known lust could no longer resist.

“This won’t do….” She muttered and in a swirl of dark red energy, Lirael vanished from the cultivation room, heading straight toward Ash.

Moments later, the chamber door opened. Tylor — stepped inside.

His eyes narrowed in pure confliction as he stared at the glistening juices pooled on the floor where Lirael had been sitting, the scent of her arousal still thick in the air.

“She just couldn’t hold herself back any longer…” he muttered, frowning slightly before walking away too.