Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 568: Old Friends (3)
“Old Bird, what are you going on about?” Klaus asked with a sly grin.
“Don’t pretend you’re clueless!” the white Watcher shot back. “Your father… Ash… he’s planning to destroy every Reality, isn’t he?”
His golden eyes were wide, his feathers puffing up in frustration as he fixed his gaze on Klaus.
The darker owl reacted instantly, her voice low and sharp with disbelief.
“Impossible,” she said, her golden eyes narrowing. “The Ineffable Pantheon is powerful, but erasing every True Reality? That would destabilize everything — the Mother and Father would never allow it.”
Klaus only laughed harder, the sound light and easy as he waved them off with a lazy flick of his hand.
“Relax, relax,” he said with a grin that didn’t fade.
“I’m just saying… hypotheticals are fun, right?”
Leaning forward slightly, his pure white eyes sparkled with playful mischief as he tossed out another.
“Alright, here’s another one for you,” he began.
“If it ever came down to it—if both Existence and Nonexistence were on the verge of total destruction—would you choose to go down with them… or would you take the chance to become something more than mere birds watching over simple Realities?”
Hearing this, the two owls fell silent, their golden eyes locked on Klaus as the weight of his question hung in the air like a blade.
The white owl’s feathers ruffled uneasily, his voice barely a hoot as he muttered,
“We are the Watchers. Our duty is to observe the boundary… not to… to become something else.”
The darker owl stared at Klaus for a long moment, her golden eyes narrowing as she processed his words. She finally spoke, her voice low and measured.
“What do you mean by becoming more than watching over simple Realities?” she asked.
“From our knowledge, the Prime Expanse is the final stage for everyone aside from the Mother and the Father. So… what more could we possibly be?”
Klaus shook his head, his laidback smile never fading as he replied.
“For birds who only watch, you sure miss a lot of details,” he said lightly.
“What if you could watch over an infinite number of frameworks? Not just eighteen Realities, but so many that you would never get bored or feel redundant.”
He paused, letting the words sink in before continuing.
“And…. that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Just imagine watching over a place that never ends.”
The two owls fell silent again, the weight of his hypothetical pressing down on them.
The white owl’s feathers ruffled uneasily as he hooted softly.
“We cannot… the boundary is our duty and only goal.”
His sister cut him off, her voice firmer now, a rare spark of excitement in her tone.
“Stop being foolish,” she said, realizing Klaus wasn’t just speaking in hypotheticals anymore.
His words were too precise, too close to possible events to be mere speculation.
And then there was the mystery of the pantheon—their ability to make mana vanish, their refusal to use it at all, and the way they seemed to operate in an entirely different manner.
Not just that, the things Klaus was talking about…
It was everything they had dreamed of—quite literally. And he knew it, which is exactly why he brought it up in the first place.
They had been watching True Reality from nearly the dawn of time, and the same old things were bound to get boring and redundant.
The white watcher turned to her, his golden eyes wide with disbelief.
“Are you truly planning on abandoning your life’s purpose?”
She laughed — a low, almost defiant hoot — as she looked at Klaus.
“Wouldn’t it be better to hypothetically team up with the ones we are scared of?”
She then turned her gaze fully to Klaus, her darker feathers bristling with anticipation.
“Isn’t that right?”
Klaus chuckled, clearly impressed by how quickly she caught on. He leaned back on his hands, his pure white eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at the white owl.
“What do you truly think?” he asked, his voice casual but carrying a serious undertone.
“There’s no going back once a choice is made.”
The white owl closed his eyes for a long moment, his feathers ruffling slightly as he thought deeply.
He considered Ash, the Ineffable Pantheon, the Mother, and the strange feeling that there was something larger at stake — something he couldn’t quite see.
At last, he opened his eyes and spoke in a subdued tone.
“I will follow whatever course of action my sister takes.”
Klaus responded with a quiet chuckle, his head inclining in measured approval.
“A wise decision,” he remarked. “Now, tell me—would you prefer to go immediately, or observe the progression of events at this… final selection?”
The white watcher cast a quick glance at his sister before turning his eyes back to Klaus.
“Can we speak with Ash?” he asked.
The darker owl gave a firm nod.
“Yes, I guess I want to talk to him as well.”
Klaus gave an easy shrug, flicking his hand to open a rift into Pantheos.
Golden light shimmered in the air, the portal rippling to reveal a fleeting view of the sprawling, layered expanse beyond.
“I honestly have no idea where he is right now,” he said with a faint, amused smile. “But if you make enough noise or search hard enough… you’ll find him.”
The two owls shared one last knowing look before stepping into the glowing rift, vanishing into the depths of Pantheos.
Once Klaus was all alone again, his eyes narrowed looking down below.
“Tsk… is there a way I can speed this up… or should I just kill them and get it over with?” he muttered to himself, his voice low and bored.
He watched as another warrior entered the arena — this one an abstract radiant diamond, exuding a heavy, oppressive aura.
Klaus lingered for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head with a faint, almost lazy smile.
“Nah… I’ll wait,” he murmured. “It’ll be more fun to see their faces when it happens.”
