Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 571: Two Star Names - Eyes of Pantheos (2)

“Basically,” Ash said, leaning back further against the tree.

He’d come such a long way, tearing down civilizations, toppling worlds, and even unraveling entire realities.

Now that the final stage was finally in sight, there was no way he was going to stop.

That just wasn’t going to happen—no, it couldn’t happen.

Everything had to fall, just as he had vowed over and over again.

And when it was all over, there would be only one existence left standing.

Pantheos.

The two owls fell into a stunned silence, their golden eyes wide as they processed the weight of his words.

The white owl’s feathers ruffled violently, his talons gripping the branch so tightly that tiny cracks formed in the wood.

His sister, the darker owl, remained more composed on the surface, but her gaze was fixed on Ash with a mix of disbelief and dawning horror.

The white owl hooted softly, his voice trembling.

“All of it… everything we have watched since nearly the dawn of time… it will fall? The Mother’s design… the Father’s opposition… the entire balance… just gone?”

His sister spoke next, her voice low and grave.

“I see at least you understand,” she said, her entire purpose being to ensure he wasn’t acting on mere impulse.

As it was well known, just as he was an enigma, the world of power moved in mysterious ways.

So, if she was to surrender everything that gave her purpose, it had to be for someone who at least thought things through.

“But I must admit… tearing down the very foundation of existence and nonexistence… that is beyond madness.”

Ash’s expression remained calm, almost serene, as he looked at the two ancient guardians.

Before they could sink any deeper into their own thoughts, he spoke again, his voice calm and unwavering.

“Well, let’s not dwell on inevitabilities… let’s focus on what really matters for the two of you.”

He spoke without much concern for their opinions on the unfolding events beyond their control.

Whether they believed they could scheme or take action was irrelevant—it would all be in vain.

The moment they set foot inside Pantheos, they had become like clay, ready to be shaped by Ash’s will.

“What my son Klaus told you is true. I have a role for you within Pantheos, and it’s not much different from what you’re already doing now.”

The sister came back from her thoughts first, her golden eyes narrowing as she asked,

“Exactly what will we be?”

Ash’s reddish-purple eyes met hers directly, his smile faint but confident.

“Watchers. Or more accurately… the Eyes of Pantheos.”

Ash waved his hand smoothly through the air, and a vast, shimmering projection materialized before them — a living, three-dimensional map of the entire framework of Pantheos.

The Watchers and Emma leaned forward instinctively, their eyes widening as the projection began to move, as if they were tethered to an invisible observer flying through the realm at breathtaking speed.

At first, it showed what most of them had already seen: a few universes drifting in the lower layers — vibrant, self-contained worlds teeming with life, stars, and galaxies spinning in perfect harmony.

For Emma specifically, she wasn’t yet strong enough to cross the void without an artifact, so apart from the Haven, she’d never seen much.

But the projection kept going, accelerating as it drew them deeper, unveiling what seemed like endless universes, sub-realms, and dimensions, all layered together in an incomprehensible tapestry.

Universes folded into multiverses, which in turn branched into higher-dimensional frameworks, each one more complex and vast than the last.

Some realms were filled with endless oceans of liquid divinity, others with floating structures of pure thought, and still others with realities where everything was constantly moving and becoming more.

Beings of every shape and size passed through—some waging wars across star systems, others cultivating in hidden dimensions, and countless more simply living in ways that defied conventional understanding of cultivation.

Ash’s voice was calm and measured as he explained, his reddish-purple eyes reflecting the glow of the projection.

“Everything you’ve seen thus far…. it can be considered my lower framework,” he said. “The place where Pantheons will begin to become true importances. Most beings perhaps will never transcend the multiverse… but those who do…”

He waved his hand again, and the projection surged upward, revealing the endless realities — currently only those from the Lost Realities he had helped restore, like Morphea and her siblings.

Each one was a colossal, layered structure, with over 900 distinct levels, each functioning as its own separate reality.

The lower levels were accessible to lower-dimensional beings, but the higher ones grew increasingly tangible, more real, until the uppermost layers became domains where places where only the highest of existences could reach.

The Watchers and Emma watched in stunned silence, their golden eyes (and Emma’s) reflecting the sheer scale. The white owl hooted softly in awe, while his sister remained quiet, her darker feathers bristling as she tried to comprehend the endlessness.

Ash continued, his tone steady.

“However, beyond all that, there’s one world destined for endless entertainment in the future.”

With a final wave of his hand, the projection shifted to reveal Pantheos — the central world, set apart from the entire framework like a sovereign realm.

It was a colossal, super-Earth-like planet, its landscapes shifting and evolving in real time, with cities, mountains, oceans, and dimensions layered together in ways that defied logic.

This was clearly Panthun, the very world where Ash had used Earth and where Nullen would one day be born.

It was the center of everything, the place where the greatest adventures of the ages to come would take shape.

Ash closed the projection with a casual wave, the golden light fading as the meadow returned to its peaceful state.

He gazed at the two owls and Emma, his reddish-purple eyes calm as he asked, “So… what do you think about being the Eyes of this verse?”

As always, he wouldn’t force anything on them.

If he valued freedom so much, it was only natural to offer the same to others.

“You’ll be watching for as long as you want, with the freedom to move as you please. You have no real goal—just to live as you wish, as the Watchers of Pantheos.”