Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 569: Old Friends?

When Klaus reappeared, he was concealed, and with those under the ineffable banner all being thirty-second dimensional beings—or Reality Hegemons—he was far beyond the perception of the two watchers.

These watchers were only slightly above the Peak of True Realities, which meant they were 22nd-dimensional beings.

While becoming a Reality Hegemon didn’t necessarily benefit or grant the clan anything tangible, the rank marked the point at which one transcended the frameworks of True Realities—in other words, becoming a High Outerversal being.

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The two Watchers perched on a high, crystalline outcrop overlooking the coliseum, their golden eyes scanning the arena below with quiet vigilance.

The first Watcher — with the snowy-white owl with feathers that seemed to shimmer with light — shifted uneasily on his talons, his head turning constantly as if searching for something in the shadows.

“I just hope things go as planned,” he muttered softly, his voice tinged with an unusual note of unease.

“Though, I’m not so sure.”

Ever since returning from his meeting with the Mother, he had been on edge—putting it lightly.

From their conversation, he could only surmise that something bigger was at play, a web of events and intentions far beyond what he had anticipated.

Still, he couldn’t wrap his head around why she would permit such beings to exist in the first place.

’Or… does she simply not take them seriously?’ he wondered to himself.

The second Watcher — a darker owl with feathers that absorbed light and eyes glowing with a colder, more primal intelligence — let out a low, amused hoot.

“Didn’t you speak to your Mother about those beings?” she replied, her tone lighter, almost teasing.

It went without saying that, as essentially siblings, they would share matters from both sides whenever they spoke.

After all, they had been watching since the beginning of time, so gossip was only to be expected, even for them.

“If so, then all should be fine. She wouldn’t let anything truly dangerous slip through without warning us.”

The white owl ruffled his feathers, still scanning the surroundings.

“Mother…. I’m not sure she even knows what we’re dealing with.” He said shaking his head.

“I just… have a bad feeling. Something about that group feels wrong. Like they don’t belong to any side of the board.”

Before his sister could respond, Klaus stepped out from the shadows behind them — his pure white hair and eyes making him almost blend with the crystalline outcrop.

“BOO.”

The white owl let out a sharp, startled hoot — “Hoo—?!” — his wings flaring out in alarm as he spun around mid-air, feathers ruffled in shock.

His golden eyes widened, pupils dilating as he stared at the sudden intruder.

The darker owl beside him let out a surprised hoot, her tone deeper and more measured, a calm yet alert “Hoo!” as she tilted her head sharply toward the newcomer, feathers ruffling ever so slightly.

Klaus stood with an easy, almost teasing smile, hands tucked casually into his pockets as he took in the sight of the two startled guardians.

His gaze shifted between them before settling on the familiar snowy-white owl, his expression warm and friendly, a relaxed grin playing at his lips.

“Long time no see, old bird,” he said, his tone relaxed and warm, as if they were old friends catching up.

“I must say…. you look the same as the last time I saw you.”

The white owl stared at him in stunned silence, golden eyes wide and unblinking, as if trying to process the sudden appearance of the man.

He clearly knew of Klaus, not personally, but as one of the Watcher’s—how could he ever forget a face?

Every single member of the Ineffable Pantheon at the Ball was etched in his memory, their faces as familiar to him as the back of his hand… or talon.

His beak opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out at first.

Klaus laughed lightly, turning his gaze to the darker owl with a nod of acknowledgment.

“And you must be the other one…. Nice to meet you. I’m Klaus — one of the many heirs of the Ineffable Pantheon.” He said as he looked towards the coliseum.

“I’ve been around for a quiet awhile, just keeping an eye on things.”

The two owls remained silent for a moment longer, their golden eyes fixed on him with a mix of caution and recognition. The white owl finally found his voice, hooting softly but with clear tension.

“You… why are you really here?” he asked, knowing by now that the arrival of one of them never meant anything good.

“This is a sacred event, and we can’t affor—”

His sister interrupted, her voice steadier but still tinged with caution.

“So… you’re one of them, huh?” she said, studying Klaus for a moment. Then she glanced at her brother, giving a faint nod.

“Why not get comfortable? We don’t mind an extra.”

Klaus raised a brow, his smile never faltering as he looked back at them.

“Well, I won’t be rude,” he replied with a slight shrug. “I thought I’d drop in to say hi to an old friend before things get too loud, anyway.”

The white owl hooted softly, tilting his head as he settled back on his perch, still visibly unsettled but trying to regain composure.

“What do you mean by ’before things get too loud’?” he asked, his golden eyes narrowing with clear concern.

Klaus laughed lightly, the sound casual and almost carefree as he sat down cross-legged on the crystalline outcrop, making himself comfortable as if he were joining old friends for a chat.

“You know… death, blood, explosions — all the good stuff,” he said with a grin, gesturing vaguely toward the coliseum below.

At his words, the two Watchers stared at him as though he had just delivered a death sentence. Amused by their expressions, he chuckled and gestured toward the scene below.

“Oh, relax, don’t get your feathers all ruffled,” he teased with a smirk.

“Isn’t this a coliseum? Shouldn’t there be fights?”