Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

When the announcement echoed across the Source of Expansion, the reaction from the Reader’s Faction was predictably grim.

Confusion spread quickly as they tried to grasp how the festival could possibly be moved up in time.

By the time of the Source, the Festival was still an entire cycle away.

But was Ash really willing to wait a trillion years to fulfill the final goal he had set for himself so long ago?

Admittedly, he had looked forward to exploring the Source of Expansion, both for the thrill of discovery and to give his clan ample time to enjoy themselves.

Yet, after spending only a short while here, he found himself growing restless, eager to finally reach the end of his journey.

It wasn’t that there was any real urgency, but with the goal of making Pantheos the one true existence in all of the Novel now so close, it was impossible not to feel a spark of excitement.

And so, he decided—two weeks.

That was all the time he would grant these beings to indulge in their fantasy of plotting against the Main Character.

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Far across the vibrant plains, three figures approached a colossal empire-like structure that rose like a defiant crown against the red sky.

Its towering spires of obsidian and gold gleamed beneath the four suns, banners snapping in the warm wind.

Drake led in silence, his short hair a striking mix of black, blue, and red, his sharp blue eyes cold and unyielding.

Kade walked beside him, long black hair tied back, his powerful, muscular frame radiating raw primal energy.

His black eyes burned with barely contained battle hunger.

"You’re really not enjoying any of this, are you?" he grumbled, voice deep and rough. "Always stuck in that tyrant mode. Can’t you loosen up a little, brother?"

Emily (Seris daughter) flanked Drake’s other side, her long red hair swaying gracefully with each step.

Slim and composed, her red-and-white eyes scanned their surroundings with the calm, straightforward gaze of a seasoned general.

"Right... I’m wondering the same," she added, tone laid-back but direct. "Why bother claiming all these structures and territories? Daddy is just going to remake everything better in the end anyway."

Drake’s lips twitched — the faintest ghost of a smile.

Without breaking stride, he raised his hand toward the massive empire.

HUMMMMM!!!!!

With nothing more than a single thought, reality bent to his will.

The entire kingdom shuddered, its foundations groaning as towers, walls, and spires folded into nothingness. In a silent ripple of power, the whole structure vanished, claimed entirely as his own.

"That’s exactly the point," he said, voice low and steady.

"I need to take everything I want before Father does what he does best. This isn’t for Pantheos. This is for the existence he allowed me to create outside of it... with my own rules. My own systems."

It had been a while since Ash and Drake shared their heart-to-heart, but Drake’s determination to have his own things hadn’t wavered.

He had learned, however, not to step on his father’s toes, so everything he used to build his own verse came from elsewhere.

First, it was the True Realities, then the Prime Expanse, and now he was plundering the Source of Expansion.

Kade threw his head back and laughed, the sound booming and primal. He shook his head, black hair swaying.

"Didn’t Father also tell you it’ll only get destroyed by his Main Characters anyway."

As they spoke, the three of them vanished in a flicker of power, only to reappear high above another powerful faction — a sprawling fortress-city floating amid glowing conceptual rivers.

Drake raised his hand once more.

The city disappeared just as easily, swallowed into his growing domain.

A faint, dangerous smile touched his lips.

"Father’s Main Characters will only die trying to accomplish that... and I’ll make sure of it."

He glanced at the other two, his blue eyes unwavering.

"I’ve finally got what I came for. Now, there’s something I need to take care of. I’ll be back before the deadline."

With that, Drake vanished, leaving Kade and Emily suspended above the barren expanse, the crimson sky stretching on forever overhead.

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Drake reappeared deep within the Origin Realm of Pantheos, standing amid an endless sea of soft, drifting clouds.

He walked in silence for a long while, his footsteps soundless against the ethereal mist, until the clouds parted to reveal countless floating doors suspended in the void.

Each door led to the minor existences crafted by his mothers and siblings — private realms of their own design, cherished pockets of existences all connected to Pantheos.

His own door was a bold masterpiece of black, blue, and red, radiating a quiet, commanding power.

It didn’t lead to another part of Pantheos but instead opened to the outside — to the world he had been patiently and carefully crafting beyond the limits of his father’s creation.

For now, it clung to a fragile connection with Pantheos, a thread destined to snap the instant his own verse fully stirred.

Drake reached out, eased the door open, and stepped inside.

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In that moment, total darkness greeted him — an endless, swallowing void that stretched into infinity.

Yet within that perfect blackness floated millions upon millions of orbs.

Each one contained entire structures, worlds, galaxies, dimensions, and universes he had claimed across his journeys.

They hovered like countless stars in the dark, glowing with stolen potential and raw possibility.

A faint, satisfied smile touched Drake’s lips.

He spoke in the Language of Gods, his voice low, resonant, and tinged with quiet resignation.

There were many things he had planned to change as his verse aged, once the matters of the outside existence were finally complete.

In this moment, for his next creations, he would draw power from Ash—something that went against the very nature of this verse.

He wanted his beings not to be gifted power, but to earn it with their own hands, and more than that, he wanted multiple systems of power.

All of this would be created by his inhabitants. Ash, knowing this, found it ironic, remembering how he had once shared the same vision for Pantheos.

Yet he knew such an idea could never truly compete with a system like the Constellation and Gods.

"From this moment... all these shall form into one single being. The Warden of the Verse of Tyranny."

He raised his hand and waved it once.

HUMMMMMMM!!!!!!

BOOOOOM!!!!!!

A colossal explosion of light and power erupted in the void.

All the orbs surged together in a cataclysmic convergence, merging, compressing, and reshaping with violent beauty. The darkness trembled as reality itself screamed in the throes of creation.

When the light finally faded, a single young boy stood before him.

He appeared no older than fourteen, with messy black hair streaked with faint veins of glowing blue and red.

His skin was pale yet carried an otherworldly sheen, and his eyes — sharp, intelligent, and already carrying the weight of tyranny — were a striking, piercing blue.

He wore simple dark robes that seemed to drink in the surrounding void, and an aura of absolute, quiet dominance radiated from his small frame.

Though he looked young, the power coiled within him was ancient and terrifying.

The boy slowly lifted his gaze to meet Drake’s.

There was no fear in those eyes — only recognition, loyalty, and the same cold, unyielding resolve that defined his creator.