Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 572: Vigil, Aethea - The Watchers

“Well,” the Dark Watcher finally said after taking it all in for a while. By now, there was nothing left to see — well, at least for her.

She was fully on board, and so was her brother, because he knew better than to cross Ash, especially after being warned that nothing would be spared.

“There’s no point in turning back now.” She said firmly.

Ash smiled, the expression calm and satisfied as he looked at the two ancient owls.

“Good,” he said simply. “Then it’s settled.”

He leaned forward slightly, his reddish-purple eyes steady as he continued.

“I will give you two Star Names. These are names that will give you power so you will never have to worry about doing anything but watching and living life.”

Emma, who had been listening quietly, perked up, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity and slight impatience.

“What about my Star Name?” she asked, tilting her head. “You mentioned giving me one, but it has yet to show.”

Ash chuckled softly, giving her a warm, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry. One day it will appear when you’re on your own, leading Velora.” He had already set her name to active by the time the most chaotic era began—around the same time Nullen would be born.

“For now, focus on your growth. Your time will come.”

He then turned back to the two Watchers, raising his hand and waving it gently through the air.

HUMMMM!!!

Golden light shimmered around them as he spoke names in the Language of Gods—ancient, resonant words carrying power beyond their understanding.

To the white owl, he gave the name Vigil, inspired by the Watchers’ constant vigilance.

To the darker owl, he bestowed the name Aethea, drawn from a source of power he had read about in many novels: Aether.

Both Star Names shared the same fundamental power: the ability to perceive and comprehend anything about Pantheos, regardless of its history or the layer it resided in.

On top of that, their strength grew depending on where they were.

In the lower frameworks, they reached the height of their abilities, but the higher they ascended, the more powerful and all-knowing they became.

HUMMMMM!!!!

The moment the names were bestowed, both owls underwent a short but profound evolution.

Their bodies shimmered with golden light as all traces of mana and outside influences were stripped away, replaced by the pure, boundless essence of Pantheos.

Their feathers gained a subtle, ethereal glow, and their golden eyes deepened, now holding the quiet authority of true Watchers of an endless realm.

Vigil hooted softly, his voice tinged with quiet awe as he tested his newfound senses.

“I… I can see it all,” he murmured, recalling how before, his vision had always been decent but confined to the True Realities and everything beneath them.

“It’s like you’ve given us new eyes….”

Aethea, the darker owl, stayed silent for a moment before releasing a low, almost reverent hoot.

“This is beyond anything I ever thought possible….”

Though he had told them what to expect, the reality far surpassed anything his words could have conveyed. Ash nodded, a faint but genuine smile curving his lips as he looked at them.

“Welcome to the family.” As he spoke, he slowly turned his attention back to Emma.

“You two are free to go… watch, live, and enjoy the verse however you choose. That’s all I ask.”

Vigil and Aethea shared a long glance, their golden eyes communicating silently for a moment before Aethea, the darker owl, spoke first, her voice low and curious.

“What are you up to currently?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Ash chuckled, the sound low and relaxed as he leaned back against the tree.

“I’m basically cultivating a few disciples,” he said casually. “And I’ll be doing so for the next ten trillion years within Pantheos.”

At the sound of those words, both owls became visibly curious. Vigil’s feathers ruffled slightly, while Aethea’s golden eyes gleamed with interest. After a moment, Aethea spoke again, her tone carrying a hint of hesitation but clear fascination.

“May I stay to watch?” she asked.

Ash shrugged, his reddish-purple eyes calm as he nodded.

“I don’t really care. Do as you wish.”

Aethea gave a small, satisfied hoot, settling more comfortably on the branch as Vigil glanced at her, then back at Ash, clearly deciding to stay as well.

Ash then turned his full attention to Emma, who was still sitting cross-legged nearby, watching the exchange with quiet fascination.

He smiled at her, his voice warm but expectant.

“So, Emma… what weapon do you want to master?”

The meadow around them felt peaceful once more, the grass swaying gently as the two new Watchers observed in silence, and Emma considered her answer with focused determination.

She tilted her head after a few moments before speaking.

“Isn’t the paintbrush supposed to be my weapon?”

Ash shook his head, his reddish-purple eyes calm but firm as he looked at her.

“The paintbrush is something that can be used as a weapon,” he said. “But it would be better if it’s your trump card. It specializes in world-building. You should focus on a weapon that keeps your opponents in the dark about your true abilities.”

Emma thought for a moment, her expression turning thoughtful as she considered his words. Then she looked up at him with quiet determination.

“A bow and arrow,” she said. “That feels right.”

Ash nodded, a small, approving smile playing on his lips.

“Good choice,” he said, thinking it might have been wise to bring Aeloris along, given she was the best bow user aside from himself.

“A bow and arrow let you strike from afar, control the flow of the battle, and keep your true strength concealed until the moment it counts the most.”

And with that, they both rose to their feet, ready for the true training to begin—a journey that would seem to stretch on for the next trillion years yet pass as merely a single year in the outside world.

“This is definitely my Han Jue era…” He muttered with a smile.