Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 608: The Road is Closed (2)

“Oh… have you gotten even more Yandere, Nia?” Elysia asked from the side, tilting her head with mild curiosity.

At her words, Nia took a small step back, narrowing her eyes in response.

“Hmm, maybe?” she replied in a tone that was half playful, half indifferent—because honestly, she couldn’t be bothered to care whether her obsession with Ash had grown stronger or not.

“Like you even care,” Elysia teased with a knowing smirk.

Ash chuckled softly before he spoke.

“Well, I do think it’s a good idea,” he said.

“We’ll give the two future main characters the opportunity to choose.

If the day ever comes where they reach a level where they can perceive us… we won’t simply absorb them. We’ll let them know the truth and allow them to decide for themselves.”

[A/N: Lol, maybe… Anyway, this will be my third novel after “Nullen”, set to drop later this year. Oh, and…. go add “Nullen” to your library!] 😉

Nia took a look up at him, then broke into a small, satisfied smile.

“Heh… I like that,” she said. “It’s fair.”

Ash shook his head with a quiet laugh, knowing that Nia would likely go along with whatever he decided anyway.

Still, he couldn’t deny how much he loved the idea of the Eternal Lands.

It reminded him of those fantasy battle videos on YouTube, where countless heroes from different worlds clashed in epic hypothetical matchups.

Just imagine—a land filled with beings powerful enough to create their own novels, and beyond that, to have their characters step out from the pages into the True World of Pantheos.

It would be a realm overflowing with the most formidable, overpowered, and awe-inspiring characters imaginable.

“Good” he continued, “we’ll go with that approach….I think it will turn out pretty neat.”

Nia nodded in agreement, then turned her attention to Elysia.

“Elysia,” she asked, “are there any upcoming important tasks we should be aware of?”

She deliberately asked Elysia instead of Ash. Everyone knew that when it came to keeping track of long-term plans, Ash had a tendency to forget the smaller details.

Elysia let out a soft laugh, clearly understanding why Nia had asked her instead.

“Currently, Klaus should be finishing up at the Coliseum,” she replied.

“The others have been exploring the Prime Expanse for the last two hundred years. Other than that… with our current power, there isn’t really anything pressing.”

Nia tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes narrowing in thought.

“What about the Author?” she asked. “Will he become a problem in the future?”

Ash shook his head.

“No,” he answered. “He won’t be a problem.”

It was well known that Ash’s little outburst of emotions awhile back is what motivated Nia into making this place in the first place.

Nia studied Ash for a moment after he spoke.

She had expected some level of tension or lingering emotion from him, especially after everything that had happened. But instead, he was calm — relaxed, even.

There was no turbulence in their bond, no suppressed frustration or quiet rage.

She smiled.

Clap!

Without another word, Nia clapped her hands once, the sound crisp in the starry void. She grabbed both Ash and Elysia by the hand, her grip firm and eager.

“Great,” she said, her voice carrying a playful, satisfied tone. “Then I deserve a reward for my gift.”

Before either of them could respond, she pulled them forward.

The space around them rippled as they stepped into her novel — the large, blank book hovering in the starry expanse of the Eternal Lands.

The moment they entered, the environment shifted.

They found themselves standing in a vast, open world that was still mostly formless — a blank canvas of soft white and pale gold, waiting to be shaped.

The air was warm and still, carrying a faint, intimate atmosphere.

Nia turned to face them, still holding both of their hands as a mischievous glint appeared in her dark eyes.

“Since there aren’t any pressing matters right now…” she said, stepping closer to Ash, “the three of us are going to start building my novel.”

She glanced between Ash and Elysia, her smile turning slightly more suggestive.

“…And obviously do other things while we’re at it.”

Elysia let out a soft, knowing laugh, clearly not surprised by Nia’s intention. Ash simply looked at Nia with a small, amused smile, already sensing where this was heading.

Nia didn’t wait for a response. She stepped even closer to Ash, pressing her body lightly against his as she looked up at him.

“I’ve been needing this for a long time,” she murmured. “So… come on…”

—–

While Ash, Nia, and Elysia began working on her novel and enjoying some quality time together, the Tournament between the champions of True Reality had finally concluded.

The grand Coliseum now lay in peaceful silence.

The massive arena floated in the void, its once-pristine battlefield now scarred with deep craters, shattered concepts, and lingering traces of conceptual blood.

The air was thick with residual power, the faint scent of burned concepts and broken fates still hanging in the atmosphere.

High above it all, Klaus hovered in silence.

His pure white hair drifted lazily around him as he looked down at the final eighteen champions — nine from Existence and nine from Nonexistence.

They stood in their abstract forms, many no longer resembling their original shapes.

Some were condensed masses of will, others flickering between concepts, and a few were little more than pure power given form.

Klaus had been watching for a long time.

At first, he had been bored out of his mind. But after Ash sent in those last few champions, things had gotten interesting.

His gaze eventually drifted toward one particular winner.

Ancestor Seeker.

She appeared as nothing more than a simple, floating circle of light—plain, unassuming, and almost forgettable at first glance.

Yet her battles were anything but ordinary.

Whenever she fought, she would open an ancient book that, to most, seemed to grant her the ability to copy her opponents’ powers and unleash them with even greater force.

That assumption wasn’t entirely wrong, but it was far from the full truth.

Klaus, however, saw through the illusion.

She wasn’t merely borrowing strength—she was doing something far more profound.

Every time she opened that book, she gained a direct counter.

If her opponent wielded flames capable of burning concepts, she gained the ability to freeze and erase them.

If they manipulated time, she stepped outside of it entirely.

It wasn’t imitation — it was perfect opposition.

As if the book itself was analyzing the opponent’s existence and creating the most efficient way to dismantle them.

Klaus tilted his head slightly, his white eyes narrowing with mild interest.

“…Clever,” he muttered to himself. “I wonder what kind of God or Constellation would she be?”

He continued watching the remaining champions in silence, his expression calm but no longer bored. Some had impressed him with their creativity, others with their raw tenacity.

Still, his orders remained the same.

His gaze eventually drifted toward two specific figures among the winners — Male and the Merchant.

Klaus’s lips curled into a faint, lazy smile.

“Guess it’s about time I got to work.”