Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 560: The First Transaction (3)

At this moment, as Minx set yet another catalyst into motion, she genuinely had no hidden agenda driving her actions.

Everything she’d done so far could be chalked up to instinct, yet each move served a purpose—to ensure the needle shifted.

The needle between existence and nonexistence.

Ash and Elysia floated in the empty Treasury, watching the tale of Minx unfold like a living film projected in the white void.

The air felt thick with the weight of time, the silence broken only by their quiet conversation.

Ash’s reddish-purple eyes stayed locked on the scene, his expression carrying a blend of curiosity and faint amusement.

“To think she’s been pulling the strings from the very start,” he murmured.

It was clear she was meant to be something far greater than even the Mother and Father had imagined.

Yet, all this time, he couldn’t quite pinpoint when she began playing the game for herself.

“But when did she start plotting? And why this fixation on me?” He wondered as he glanced at Elysia.

“It can’t just be about the gifts or the Treasury… there has to be something more beneath it all.”

Elysia leaned in, her golden eyes thoughtful as she spoke.

“Well, her existence is certainly a plot twist,” she murmured. “Maybe she fell for you at first sight?”

She teased, genuinely baffled by what could drive such a being to fixate on Ash.

From what they had gathered through the Author’s thoughts, Minx was a far greater existence than even she realized herself.

It made no sense for her to be so frenzied over someone she could, by all rights, consider a mere mortal in her eyes.

Ash chuckled lowly, shaking his head.

“Heh, maybe she did?” He joked, “Either way… I must truly thank my Rora.”

As the Goddess of Musical Creation didn’t know she had already given him one of the best gifts she could give.

As they spoke, the memory continued.

The Father and the Mother, now fully formed, each sent two souls into the lowest points of their respective cosmologies — faint sparks of potential that would one day become their most prized children.

Time passed.

Trillions of years unfolded in fast-forward, a blur of creation, destruction, rebirth, and collapse.

And… Minx stayed within the Treasury the whole time, not stepping outside once since she had returned.

Meanwhile, Ash and Elysia carried on, sometimes losing themselves in long conversations, other times finding themselves lost in lust.

Gradually, the once barren chamber transformed—shelves appeared, laden with forgotten relics, glowing orbs that held captured desires, and delicate threads of fate and binding contracts woven seamlessly into the walls.

The space became a living archive, holding the echoes of every wish ever fulfilled, every bargain ever struck, and every possibility yet to come.

Then, four silhouettes emerged in the scene: one resembling the Father, one resembling the Mother, one resembling Male, and one resembling Ash.

In this moment… Minx for the first time in a long time, blinked.

[First Transaction – Complete]

[Transactions – You now possess complete autonomy over desires, wants, bargains, and anything related to transactions.

Any transaction made automatically grants you 25% of the target’s existence. The more they use the items, the more their existence becomes yours.]

Seeing this status Minx, she blinked again… but then her eyes locked onto one of the silhouettes.

It was Ash.

Everything else seemed to fade for her.

The Father, the Mother, Male — they became background noise.

Her dual eyes softened, her small frame leaning forward with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

For the first time in the memory, her stoic instinctual demeanor cracked, revealing something deeper, more personal.

Ash and Elysia watched in silence, the weight of the moment heavy around them.

Ash let out a dry laugh, shaking his head.

“Falling at first sight, huh?”

Elysia gave a wry smile, though her golden eyes grew serious.

“You’re right… there has to be more to all of this,” she said, not realizing just how close her joke was to the truth.

Minx floated closer to Ash’s projected silhouette, her hands reaching out.

She gently touched the figure’s face, then ran her fingers down his chest, examining him with a kind of reverent fascination, as if she had just discovered something that otherworldly.

Her voice came out in a soft, almost worshipful murmur, echoing the earlier words of the Mother and the Father.

“You… you complete me.” She muttered, “The one I never knew I needed.”

She pressed her small body against the projection, hugging it tightly, her dual eyes closing as perhaps, the first smile of her existence spread across her face.

For a long moment, she stayed like that, clinging to the silhouette as if it were the only real thing in her endless existence.

Then she slowly separated from it, stepping back with a sharp, possessive glint in her black-and-white eyes.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she began tapping her fingers rapidly against her thigh — a nervous yet excited habit as she thought.

’What should I do…?’ She thought as she began to pace back and forth.

Then after a moment she stopped as she remembered something.

’Hmm, that game is still going. Maybe I should become a third player…’

She turned her gaze to the other three projections — the silhouettes of the Mother, the Father, and Male.

Her head inclined subtly, a quiet murmur escaping her lips as the fragments of understanding fell into place.

“So, my other half… you must be the champion of that Mother,” she stated, the realization crystallizing in her mind.

The initial transaction had reached completion, for Ash and Male were nearing the moment of fully manifesting into their final incarnations.

Her fingers drummed more rapidly against the surface, twin eyes narrowing in deep contemplation, until a sharp, resolute spark ignited within them.

Then she clapped her hands once, the sound sharp and final.

Looking back at Ash’s projection with a wide, almost obsessive grin, she spoke with unwavering conviction.

“No… I’m not going to join the game,” she said, stepping closer to his image.

“Not exactly, anyway… but I will make sure you win it.” Her eyes narrowed, voice dripping with possessiveness.

“And while I’m at it, I’ll steal you away from that woman… how dare she think she can claim my other half?”