Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 643: A New Daddy in Town - The Battlefield

Now that the nonexistent side of the Primordial Expanse had returned to its original state, this version of Ash had only one final task to complete.

With the Father—or the being masquerading as him—already dealt with, that left only Mother.

Yet Ash had no intention of approaching her directly. In truth, his decision could easily be attributed to his characteristic streak of pettiness.

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Currently, Ash remained seated in the Primordial Expanse, his gaze drifting toward the vast Dark Primordial Ocean that now churned quietly in the distance.

For a brief moment, he considered the sealed creations the Father had hidden away — ancient, dangerous things left buried beneath layers of Nonexistence.

Like mentioned before he already knew the plan by the Father and Mother to release these entities, but if he were being honest....

They no longer would be useful, especially considering how he sent in Sylas and Konquest.

"And for myself... I think I will have enough fun with the Mother’s sealed creations." He muttered to himself.

His gaze drifted back to the ocean. It was without a doubt a remarkable find, though not particularly useful in its current form.

The ocean contained everything that made up the lower framework, essentially making it the equivalent of an entire lower framework itself.

This meant that if Ash chose to use it and evolve it, the outcome would simply be the higher state of a lower framework.

However, if he were to merge it with the Mother’s pool, then perhaps it could become something far more valuable.

A low chuckle escaped him as he stood up, brushing nonexistent dust from his clothes.

"Well, it’s time to send a message," he murmured to himself, a trace of genuine amusement in his voice.

"Since she planned to throw me away after using me... I’ll just make her watch everything she built fall apart no matter how hard she fights to hold it together... yeah. That’ll be fun."

The thing was that... he hadn’t planned for it to slowly fall apart.

It wouldn’t happen overnight, but there was no chance it would survive beyond the next decade.

With a casual flick of his wrist, a small orb appeared, hovering in the air before him, its surface bathed in a gentle, golden glow.

Ash stared at it for a second, then straightened his posture slightly — just enough to look serious. It was an act, and a poor one at that.

He leaned in toward the orb, his voice low, steady, and almost unnervingly soft.

"Hey, Mother... it’s been a while, hasn’t it?"

He spoke with the hesitant warmth of a child who hadn’t seen a parent in years, a subtle mix of longing and something darker.

"I wonder if you still remember the face of the son you prized above all your other pawns. The one you molded so carefully... the one you were certain would be your greatest triumph."

His tone sank even further, carrying an almost affectionate weight. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Well, you should know... he’s searching for you now."

Ash paused, his lips twitching.

He suddenly let out a low, mocking laugh that rolled across the open expanse.

"Pfft... alright, let’s drop the act," he said, his voice easing back into its usual laid-back tone.

"Mommy... there’s a new Daddy in town now. So just hang tight until I’ve got time for you."

With a casual flick of his fingers, the orb disappeared, carrying his message deep into the heart of Existence.

Ash breathed out through his nose, a faint smile still tugging at his lips as he slid his hands back into his pockets.

"Haha," he chuckled to himself, "my time here is done."

Ash’s presence faded from the Primordial Expanse as he dematerialized, leaving behind only the lingering echo of his laughter.

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The battlefield beyond the Death Wall had become a slaughterhouse.

Explosions of raw conceptual force ripped through the void in violent, deafening bursts.

BOOOOM!

CRACKKK!

The air itself trembled as beings clashed with everything they had.

For what felt like an eternity, the war had been locked in a stalemate.

No matter how long the battles raged or which remarkable took the field, neither side could claim victory or prove themselves the stronger force.

But in the past hour, everything had shifted dramatically.

The forces of Existence were being driven back with alarming speed, their once-solid formations crumbling beneath the unyielding assault of the Divine Horrors.

A towering entity wielding the Idea of Endless Reinforcement roared as he imagined layer after layer of defensive constructs into existence.

HUMMMM!!!!

Massive walls of solidified will rose around him, buying time for those behind him.

But for every wall he raised, the Horrors adapted — tearing through them with grotesque, ever-changing limbs.

And in this moment, he was breathing heavily, his form flickering as he desperately tried to keep up.

"Hold the line! Don’t let them break through—!"

A massive Horror lunged at him mid-command.

SHK!!!!!

A jagged tendril made of pure conceptual decay wrapped around his throat and yanked him backward.

He struggled violently, imagining more layers of defense around his body, but the creature simply tore through them.

His screams were cut short as the Horror ripped into him, his form beginning to unravel mid-air.

Farther across the field, a being carrying the Idea of Final Reckoning fought with everything he had. He imagined the end of every Horror he struck, forcing their existence to reach its conclusion.

Several of them crumbled into nothing under his attacks, but these were no ordinary Horrors.

They had been born and bred within Pantheos itself, which meant no one outside of Pantheos could ever truly kill one of these monstrosities.

So even when they seemed to collapse, it was nothing more than a part of their process—adapting, multiplying, and becoming something even greater in number and strength.

So, it went without saying... this man, he was being overwhelmed easily.

In this moment, a colossal Horror rose up in front of him, its body composed of countless broken and forgotten aspects of existence.

However, it didn’t collapse... didn’t adapt. No, it was one of the horrors that utterly rejected all forms of existence.

It simply slammed into him with overwhelming force.

CRACKKK!

The being was sent flying, his form cracking as he crashed through several smaller fighters.

And before he could even get back up; multiple other Horrors descended on him at once.

The battlefield was a chaos of screams, deafening explosions, and the sickening, wet sounds of conceptual bodies being torn apart.

The forces of Existence were on the back foot, losing ground fast. It was bad—really bad.

And yet, in the midst of all that carnage and despair, a few bright stars still shone defiantly on the side of Existence, refusing to be extinguished.