Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 559: The First Transaction (2)

After the Mother and Father came into being, Minx she vanished completely as the Treasury also disappeared.

It was as if she never even existed in the first place.

And before Ash and Elysia could watch anything that transpired outside during this time, they were pulled along with the Treasury.

“Well, I am reading her novel… So, I can’t complain.” Ash muttered as they were back inside of an empty treasury.

Minx sat upon a simple throne forged from the very essence of the Treasury — a seat of dark wood and glowing golden filigree that seemed to pulse with quiet, ancient power.

Her pale skin glowed faintly in the emptiness, her bronze fiery hair cascading down her back like living flames frozen in time.

Her eyes, one black and one white, stared into the void with patient, unreadable intensity.

She sat there for what felt like an immeasurable amount of time — eons, perhaps, or mere heartbeats.

Then, she felt it.

Movement outside.

“They have finally begun something…” She said and with a small, deliberate motion, Minx raised her hand.

A projection materialized before her — a window into the void beyond the Treasury.

In it, she saw the Mother and the Father meeting at the edge separating the two sides of existence.

The Mother stood on the white side, radiant and infinite.

She was the embodiment of all that is — warm, creative, and endlessly giving.

The Father stood on the black side, a silhouette of pure absence.

He was the end of all things, the silence after the last breath, cold, absolute, and eternal.

They looked at each other across the neutral void, their presences pulling toward one another like opposite forces that could not help but yearn.

The Mother spoke first, her voice warm but tinged with a quiet, unspoken yearning.

“I feel… incomplete without you,” she said, the words carrying an intimacy the Father understood well.

She went on, “I, Existence, need a silence that gives meaning to all the noise I create. You… will complete me.”

The Father’s voice was cold, vast, and emotionless, yet beneath it lingered a rare trace of something deeper — a quiet confession.

“And I… am nothing without you,” he said, for this was the first time they had ever come into contact since their beginning.

The feeling between them was primal, inevitable.

“Nonexistence has no meaning if there is nothing to erase. You give me purpose. You are the reason the end matters.”

They stood there, two primordial forces drawn to one another across the divide, their very beings resonating with a need that transcended even creation and destruction.

Snap!

Minx watched them a moment longer before snapping her fingers. Her whisper drifted through the Treasury like a quiet command.

“Let the game begin. A Primordial War from the dawn of time to its end… winner takes all.”

At her words, the Mother and Father spoke in unison, their voices resonating through the void as if the thought had always been waiting.

“A game,” the Mother said, a faint, knowing smile on her lips.

“A wager,” the Father agreed, his absence thick with anticipation.

They nodded once, sealing the pact without another word. The Primordial War — the endless clash between Existence and Nonexistence — had begun.

—

With that, Ash and Elysia had another bout of waiting — an immeasurable stretch of time but this time, it wasn’t without a show.

They watched over cycles of trillions of years as the Father built his eighteen realities and the Mother built hers.

The process was slow, deliberate, and awe-inspiring.

The Mother’s Realities bloomed with vibrant creation, filled with wonder and potential. The Father’s were darker, more austere, shaped by absence and the quiet inevitability of endings.

But much as Ash had already learned through Dream, the very first batch of Realities… the did not last.

Those created by the Father weren’t sealed or ’lost’, they simply failed outright.

Some collapsed under their own weight, their laws too rigid or too chaotic.

Others were torn apart by internal conflicts or external forces that even the Father had not anticipated.

And the ones that eventually became the Lost Realities they were all the Realities they fell under the umbrella of existence.

However, through it all it was not just Ash and Elysia watching, Minx was as well.

She sat unmoving on her throne for what felt like endless cycles, until the day she finally stirred.

By then, the last wave of Realities had settled into place, forming the bedrock of what would become the current cosmology.

Soon after came the Threshold of Existence, a vast barrier spun between the layers, along with the birth of the Watchers.

From the white side of Existence and the black side of Nonexistence, two owls emerged—ancient from the instant they appeared, their golden eyes gleaming with the timeless wisdom of guardians sworn to watch over the boundary for all eternity.

Then came the most important part.

The creation of Ash and Male stirred Minx into motion.

“Now things are getting interesting,” she muttered, her voice carrying a quiet, satisfied edge as she sat upon her throne in the empty Treasury.

With a single thought, the Treasury returned to the void — a small, unremarkable chest of dark wood and glowing golden filigree appearing as though it had never been gone.

It pulsed once, twice, then stilled, waiting.

Snap!

Minx snapped her fingers again.

A status screen materialized in the air before both the Mother and the Father, visible only to them, shimmering with elegant golden script that carried the quiet, irresistible weight of an offer from something older than either of them.

—-

[Treasury of Existence — Golden Ticket Offer

One-Time Use Golden Ticket Available

This special ticket lets the holder create or greatly enhance a chosen champion with a unique, evolving advantage that works beyond the usual rules and limits.]

—

The Mother and the Father both paused.

Their vast, primordial presences turned toward the screen with clear, unmistakable interest.

The offer hung in the air between them — a subtle but powerful temptation that promised an edge in their eternal wager.

Minx leaned back on her throne, a small, knowing smile on her lips as she watched the two forces eventually take the offer.