Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 642: The Only Father (3)

Ash sat cross-legged in the middle of the Primordial Expanse, completely relaxed, hands resting on his knees as the multicolored light from his own power still illuminated the void around him.

The Divine Horrors writhed silently in the distance, their presence a constant, suffocating pressure in the air.

Sylas and Konquest stood a short distance away, both tense and visibly unsettled.

“Well,” Ash said calmly, his voice carrying easily through the expanse, “it’s rude not to speak… isn’t it?”

The two villains instinctively took a step back.

Sylas’ eyes narrowed sharply as he scanned the area, his body already shifting into a defensive stance.

Konquest’s posture grew rigid, his gaze flicking between Ash and the countless Divine Horrors that now infested what was once pure Nonexistence.

Both of them knew exactly what those creatures were. They had lived in Pantheos long enough to understand just how devastating they could be when unleashed.

Konquest was the first to speak, his voice low and cautious.

“…Who the hell are you?”

Sylas didn’t lower his guard for even a second. His eyes remained locked on Ash, though he clearly kept the Horrors in his peripheral vision.

“And where the fuck are we?” he added, his tone sharp. “I feel no traces of Divinity… aside from those rivers. So, this clearly isn’t Pantheos.”

Hearing their choice of language… Ash’s smile didn’t fade.

If anything, it deepened slightly as he looked up at the two of them, still seated cross-legged like he had all the time in the world.

“Mind your tongues in my presence,” he said calmly, his voice carrying an easy authority.

“Because… who knows what might happen if you don’t?”

Ash didn’t particularly care about profanity, but he disliked it when it was aimed at him—especially by his creations. Maybe it would be fine coming from his wives or children.

But these two… they’d only get one chance.

And that was solely because he had bigger plans for them in his novel for Nullen.

HUMMMM!!!

The instant the words slipped from his lips, the atmosphere surrounding Sylas and Konquest became oppressively heavy.

It wasn’t a surge of raw power weighing them down—no, it was something far more unsettling.

It felt almost like intent, though not the true, conceptual force one might draw from weapons or any other act within Pantheos.

Instead, it was the weight of Ash’s words themselves, their profound meaning pressing into the very core of their beings, like an unseen hand closing firmly around their throats.

Their eyes widened as faint; translucent images began flickering into existence around them.

Sylas saw himself impaled on a blade of pure void, his body slowly unraveling as divine chains dragged him into a sea of golden light.

In another vision, he watched as one of Ash’s autonomous swords cleanly severed his head from his shoulders before he could even react.

Konquest saw himself being torn apart by the Divine Horrors, his body ripped into pieces while his essence was dragged into the rivers of white-gold divinity and dissolved.

In another premonition, he saw himself kneeling, begging, only for Ash to casually crush his skull with a single step.

Instantly, both villains stood frozen, their breathing shallow as the visions played out around them in vivid, horrifying detail.

Ash let out a low, amused laugh.

“Now, who I am doesn’t matter,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. The premonitions vanished as quickly as they appeared.

“What matters is the mission I have for you.”

He leaned back slightly, still relaxed, still smiling.

“If you succeed… you’ll be rewarded greatly. If you fail…” His smile didn’t waver.

“Well. You already saw what happens if you waste my time.”

Ash remained seated, his expression calm and unreadable as Sylas and Konquest exchanged a quick, tense glance. The weight of his presence still pressed down on them, making it clear that any wrong move would be their last.

After a moment of silence, Sylas spoke first, his voice cautious but steady.

“…What’s the mission?”

Ash’s smile widened just a fraction. With a casual flick of his wrist, the space beneath them became transparent, revealing the ongoing war far below on the battlefield of Existence and Nonexistence.

The battlefield stretched endlessly — as the chaotic clash between the forces of the beings of the various races of Existence and the pure Horrors.

Ash pointed downward.

“You two will be leading the war against all of creation,” he said simply. “And these…” He gestured toward the countless Divine Horrors now infesting the Nonexistence side of the Primordial Expanse. “They will be your troops.”

Sylas and Konquest gazed down at the battlefield, their eyes tracing the chaotic swell of Divine Horrors closing in around them.

Even at a glance, it was obvious these weren’t just any Horrors—they were the same kind of Divine Horrors that hailed from Pantheos itself.

The sheer presence of such creatures made the air feel heavier, as if the battlefield itself groaned under the weight of their power.

Their expressions shifted from wariness to something closer to disbelief.

It didn’t make sense, as both were well over Five Eras/Cycles old and had faced countless encounters with these Horrors.

Yet never had they heard of anyone powerful enough to actually control these creatures, let alone of them taking part in some war against creation.

Konquest’s voice came out low and more respectful.

“…Can you at least inform us on what’s going on?”

Ash nodded once, still relaxed.

“To keep things short, outside of Pantheos exist a separate existence. And you all are currently above that said existence.”

He looked back down at the war below, his tone remaining calm and almost casual.

“Now, enough questions. Your job is simple. Lead them, have fun, and push Existence to the brink. ”

Sylas and Konquest stayed silent at first, but it hardly mattered whether they agreed or not.

Unlike other moments when Ash offered others the courtesy of choice, this time he wasn’t in the mood to be so accommodating.

’On the bright side… you’ll all keep your lives, no matter what,’ he mused, knowing that even if they somehow perished beyond Pantheos, it would still count as a completed mission.

Truthfully, he only needed them to stir things up a little.

Without another word, he gave a single blink, instantly sending them all away—Horrors included, every last one of them.