Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 546: The Child of The End (2)

The moment Male crossed into the rift, he was immediately pulled into a stream of memories.

They were not his memories — at least not from his own perspective. It felt like he was watching through someone else’s eyes, an invisible observer floating in the flow of time.

“This reminds me of all my previous incarnations,” he muttered to himself, focusing on the unfolding scene.

He stood in the vast, empty void at the very beginning of time.

Two enormous orbs floated before him — each one resembling a giant, unblinking eyeball, pulsing with primordial energy. One orb radiated pure, blinding light. The other was an abyss of absolute darkness.

Then, two figures appeared.

On one side of the light orb stood The Mother — a radiant, overwhelming presence of pure Existence.

Her form was too vast to fully comprehend, an ever-shifting silhouette of infinite grace and creation.

Her long white hair flowed like rivers of creation, and her eyes contained countless realities being born and dying in the same breath.

She did not stand — she was the space around the orb, an embodiment of all that is.

On the opposite side of the dark orb stood The Father — the embodiment of Nonexistence.

His presence was a void given shape, a silhouette of pure absence that seemed to erase the space around him.

Where he existed, light bent and died, concepts unraveled, and silence reigned.

He did not move — he was the absence, the end that waited patiently for all things.

The two beings began to speak, their voices echoing through the primordial void like the first and last sounds of creation.

The Mother’s voice was warm and melodic, yet held an ancient, cosmic authority.

“The final table is set,” she said.

“Now… we see who endures the longest.”

The Father’s voice was cold, vast, and utterly emotionless—the sound of finality itself.

“Agreed… and in the end, you will finally return home.”

The details of the bet were obscured, blurred as if the memory itself refused to reveal the full terms.

Male could only catch fragments: something about balance, about the end of cycles, about a final judgment that would decide the fate of everything.

Seeing all of this, it felt like he was stepping into territory no one had ever dared to enter. In that moment, his thoughts were racing.

’So… these two… they must be them,’ he realized as his vision blurred.

’The Mother and the Father…. The very origins of this verse….’

’So, this is how it started… and they plan to finish when their wager is over?’

As the scene changed, he still couldn’t quite make sense of it all.

Sure, he knew it might have started with a wager. But what exactly were the details of that wager? He had no idea, which meant he couldn’t really plan for it.

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Now only The Father remained, standing alone with one of the orbs — the dark one.

The void around him was absolute.

There was no light, no sound, no movement except for the slow, rhythmic pulsing of the dark orb itself.

It hung there like a colossal, unblinking eye, its surface a swirling abyss that seemed to drink in even the concept of existence.

The Father did not move.

He simply was — a silhouette of pure absence, a void given shape, where even the idea of “being” felt like an insult.

His presence made the emptiness feel heavier, as if the very beginning of time was holding its breath in his shadow.

He stared at the dark orb for what could have been eons or mere moments.

His voice finally emerged — low, rumbling, and ancient, like the last echo before silence claims everything.

“My child… the favorite child of Nonexistence.”

The words lingered, heavy and deliberate, as if each syllable was carving itself into the fabric of the void.

“You will be the end of all things. The silence after the last breath. The void that swallows even Existence itself.”

The dark orb pulsed once, as if listening.

The Father continued, his voice growing quieter yet somehow more oppressive, each word carrying the weight of inevitable finality.

“Existence and nonexistence aren’t enemies or rivals; they simply complete one another.

She creates, and I undo. She breathes life into the void, and I return it to silence. Without her, I am just endless emptiness. Without me, she is endless noise without meaning.”

He tilted his head slightly, the void that formed his “face” gazing deeper into the orb.

“Child, you will start where the lowest lights shine. You… will tend to the end from below… until it rises. But in time… you will return. For you are the one true child of the End.”

The dark orb pulsed again, slower now, as if accepting the promise.

Male felt a deep, cold chill run through him as he watched.

The words stirred something ancient and hungry deep within him—a truth he’d always sensed but never truly grasped until now.

“The Child of the End… that’s what I’m meant to be.” He paused, then shook his head. “No… that’s who I am. I’m only just realizing it.”

Then as he came to this conclusion the memory began to fracture.

But as it did, a new figure started to appear before The Father — a woman with pale skin green eyes along with white hair.

Though he would never be able to recognize this woman, as she had simply far too many appearance.

Minx was, in essence, the very embodiment of the Treasury of “Existence.”

Yet, at this moment, she was far younger than both the Mother and the Father.

Even after living for over a hundred cycles, to them she was still like a mere child whose true origin remained a mystery.

This didn’t trouble the Father or the Mother, though, as their focus was fixed entirely on one question: to be or not to be.

Before Male could see or hear anything else, the stream of memories fractured, and he found himself in a blank void—just like the memories, only this time it was completely real.

“Child…. you finally appeared, great.”