Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

"We’re coming.... love, Fatality."

The Oracle remained completely rooted in place, her body rigid as a violent storm of emotions crashed over her.

Her breath hitched sharply. Worry twisted deep in her chest — cold and sharp, like a blade pressed against her heart.

At the same time, a strange, electric excitement surged throughout her entire existence.

She began pacing back and forth across the laboratory floor, her scientist’s coat swirling around her legs with every sharp turn.

The soft click of her heels echoed through the room as she muttered to herself, eyes wide and gleaming.

"Now, how... how is this possible? How can someone override my word so easily?"

As the Oracle, she was far more than a simple diviner or someone who could glimpse the future.

In many ways, she was like Layla and Clara, able to uncover truths and even deeper, hidden truths.

But unlike them, her words carried a unique power—they became reality.

Her entire lab, and even the artifact pod used for traversing, were brought into existence by nothing more than her spoken will.

Yet, since the pod was designed to journey beyond the boundaries of Ten Lucky Draws, it naturally required far more time to bring into being than most other creations.

And now... she’s faced a situation where someone broke her word... which was a complete first.

She stopped abruptly in the center of the room, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She clenched the note tighter, her knuckles turning white.

"Fatality..." she whispered, almost reverently. "Reveal yourself to me."

HUMMMMM!!!!!

The air in the laboratory shifted.

A projection materialized in front of her — a radiant, golden-haired woman with glowing blindfolds, standing with absolute grace and authority.

Her presence alone made the runes on the walls flicker and dim.

[Fatality — She is... Celeste and Celeste is Fatality.]

The Oracle’s brow furrowed sharply, a flicker of bewilderment crossing her features.

"What is the meaning of this?" she murmured under her breath; her gaze fixed intently on the ethereal projection before her.

In response, additional words materialized in the air, as though addressing her inquiry directly:

[Fatality and Celeste are one.... There exists no distinction between them.]

The Oracle’s frown grew more pronounced, the weight of the unspoken truth evident in her expression.

[Requesting the revelation of Fatality is tantamount to demanding the revelation of Celeste.]

Her gaze intensified, her voice edged with mounting frustration. At her sides, her hands tightened into fists, betraying the tension coursing through her.

"What is the meaning of Fatality?" she demanded with urgency.

Much like what had happened with Irene, this was the first time she’d received such evasive answers.

Normally, the moment she spoke, things would unfold—whether it was as simple as gaining knowledge or something more—it would provide exactly the information she sought.

This time, however, the projection shifted and reshaped itself.

[She is every force that determines what will happen and what could happen. She is the wife of *****]

The Oracle’s eyes widened at the sight of the obscured words, her voice cutting sharp and insistent.

"Reveal the blocked name."

Without hesitation, the projection updated.

[She is the wife of the Co-Author.]

In that very moment she saw those words..... The Oracle froze.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!

Her head burst in a blinding white flash—not from flames or agony, but from the sheer weight of an existential overload.

Her body seemed to come undone from within, each fiber of her being unraveling into shimmering specks of light that drifted away, scattering into nothingness until all that was left was the quiet afterglow of her absence.

The laboratory around her followed suit.

The pod, the runes, the shelves of glowing vials, the floating holographic formulas — everything began to disappear, erased as if it had never existed in the first place.

The walls crumbled into nothingness, the floor vanished beneath her feet, and the entire structure of the lab simply ceased to be.

The Oracle’s final expression was one of pure, overwhelming realization before she, too, faded completely.

After a brief pause, the holographic figure of Celeste, which had been motionless, suddenly began to move. She had never been just a simple projection.

The instant the word "Fatality" was uttered, she sensed it and materialized, though she chose to play along, curious to see how events would unfold.

Celeste looked around the now-empty space, her golden hair drifting gently as she took in the remnants of the Source of Expansion.

The Source of Expansion stretched out before her — a vast, ancient realm of towering structures, colossal fortresses, and grand temples carved directly into the land.

The ground covered in lush fields and ancient forests with trees that pulsed with faint conceptual energy.

Rivers of liquid light cut through the landscape, and distant mountain ranges rose proudly against the red sky.

"Oh, how fancy," she murmured with a soft, amused tone. "So, this is what the Source of Expansion looks like..."

She cast one last glance over her shoulder before turning back to the place where the Oracle had disappeared.

For the first time since she had come into possession of them, she slowly lifted her blindfolds.

Beneath, there were no eyes—nothing at all where they should have been.

Instead, there were two origin points of pure Fatality — swirling vortices of black and white that seemed to contain every possible outcome and every determined fate at once.

With just a look, she reset everything that had just happened.

HUMMMM!!!!

The laboratory shimmered back into existence, the pod slowly taking shape once again.

The runes etched into the walls pulsed with light, casting an otherworldly glow as the Oracle’s form began to rebuild itself.

Celeste slipped her blindfolds down once more, a faint, contented smile tugging at her lips.

She intended to be certain the Oracle delivered the message—and that she would be there when the final act unfolded.

And as she vanished, the Oracle’s body finished reforming inside the laboratory, her consciousness snapping back into place with a violent jolt.

For a few seconds, she stood completely still, her breathing shallow and uneven.

Her scientist’s coat was slightly disheveled, and her hands trembled at her sides as she slowly processed what had just happened.

Her eyes gradually widened as the memory returned.

She had died.

For the first time in the entire history of the Source of Expansion, one of them had died.

Her hands slowly rose as she stared at her own palms, as if she couldn’t believe they were still there.

Her breathing grew ragged, coming out in short, panicked gasps.

The previous excitement that had filled her was completely gone, replaced by a cold, suffocating dread that spread through her chest.

"...I died," she whispered, her voice hoarse and unsteady. "I actually... died."

The weight of that realization crashed into her all at once.

Bang!

She staggered back until her back hit the edge of a table, gripping it tightly for support as her mind raced.

If someone could kill her so casually — someone whose very name caused her entire existence to unravel just by being revealed — then this was far beyond anything they had prepared for.

This wasn’t a promising sign.

This was a warning.