Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 664: An Ineffable Family

To be ineffable was to be so great, so extreme, that it could never be expressed described in words.

From the very conception of the Clan, that had always been the goal—not to have just one being who defied description, but for everyone.

Every heir, spouse, brother, and any companion who joined their ranks would share in that destiny.

And with a journey that spanned from the false world of Elaris, across the vast cosmology of the Multiverse, through countless Planes of Existence, and ultimately to the Prime Expanse—the complete collection of all that exists and all that does not.

Ash had accomplished exactly what he set out to do, and whether his companions reached such heights through his own power or not... it mattered little.

As each and every one of them now stood at a level where they could rewrite existence itself, beings whose greatness could never truly be captured by mere words.

Ash sat upon the grand throne high above the battlefield, his posture relaxed yet carrying an unmistakable weight of fulfillment.

Nia leaned against his left side, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder as if it were where she belonged.

Her fingers traced lazy patterns along his arm, her black eyes half-lidded in quiet contentment.

The three original spirits were in their usual spots—Elysia on his left shoulder, Creara on the right, and Unara perched atop his head.

Ouroboros, still in her small snake form, was coiled around his neck, her head nestled near his collarbone in a rare moment of peace.

Primordia, for the sake of space, had taken the form of a black bracelet around his wrist. Eve sat on the right armrest, close enough that their legs brushed together.

As mentioned earlier, everyone was present, not a single member absent. Ash’s smile grew warmer as he tenderly ran his fingers through the Mother’s long, gleaming white hair.

She sat in his lap, her posture tense, yet she hadn’t moved away.

A faint blush colored her pale cheeks, and though her eyes carried defiance, there was also clear confusion and something softer beneath it.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and intimate, meant only for her.

"You know.... you could always leave," he said softly, his fingers still gently stroking her hair. "I’m not holding you here. This isn’t something forceful after all."

As his words ended... He opened his arms slightly, giving her the clear choice to step away if she wished.

Nia gave a small, possessive huff from his spot beside her, though there was no real bite behind it. Aurora, lounging on her own throne nearby, pouted without restraint.

"Yeah, right... she’s not going anywhere," Aurora muttered, folding her arms with obvious jealousy.

Emily, Seris’s daughter, nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring Aurora’s.

"Totally... there’s no way she’s walking away. I mean, just look at her—she’s already sitting there like she owns his lap."

The Mother chose to ignore their teasing, though the color in her cheeks deepened. She lifted her gaze to Ash, in a voice that was soft but steady. freewёbnoνel.com

"...Just who are you, really?" she asked.

By now, there was no need to explain just how far had grown beyond anyone’s expectations.

The fact that he could sit there so calmly, even as billions of beings from the 34th Dimensional Level charged toward them, spoke volumes.

That alone was enough to define his anomalous existence.

Yet, as she spoke, her voice carried not only a trace of defiance but also a spark of genuine curiosity.

"And what is it that you want?"

Ash looked down at her, his reddish-purple eyes warm and unshakable.

Ash smiled—not in jest, but with a calm, genuine warmth that softened the sharp edges of his presence.

"Haven’t I already told you?" he asked, his voice low and steady, as if there was truly no better way to sum himself up.

"I’m Daddy."

After a short pause, his smile softened just a touch before he added,

"And what I want? Well now, there’s only one thing left."

He looked out over the battlefield far below.

Billions of beings from the Prime Expanse — Existence and Nonexistence forces united in rage — were charging upward like a living tide, with their powers surging in a desperate attempt to reach the thrones and rescue the Mother.

From this height, they looked almost like ants swarming toward a distant mountain, their roars and battle cries distant and muffled by the vastness of the battlefield.

"As my family is complete..." Ash said, his voice carrying both deep satisfaction and quiet resolve,

"The only thing remaining is ultimate freedom."

From the side, Yonna let out a scoff, her black, red, and blue hair swaying in the chaotic winds as she lounged on her throne.

"Yeah, I’ve heard this song before," she said, rolling her eyes with a playful smirk. "The family’s complete... until the next beautiful woman shows up."

Lucy laughed from her own throne, crossing her legs as she leaned forward.

"Right, Husband... you don’t have to act like you’re done collecting."

Morgana laughed, her dark hair framing her face as she tilted her head.

"I mean if you think about... what other woman could he possibly go after?"

Which was, in all honesty about as close to the truth as it could get now.

With the Prime Expanse and the Primordial Expanse essentially being the final pieces of the cosmology, it had become almost impossible for any woman to capture his attention anymore.

Sonna, ever the calm one, simply shook her head with a quiet chuckle.

"Hey... give him some credit. At least he’s consistent."

Seris chuckled at the remark from across the way, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Consistent? We’re just being honest... it’s like he’s got some kind of addiction," she said with a shrug.

"But I’m not complaining... as long as I’m still at the top of the list."

Sylvie, who had been quietly listening with a playful glint in her eyes, finally scoffed.

"Fufufu~ Don’t go against Master now," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Or you’ll have to see me. And trust me... you don’t want that."

Ash laughed softly at their banter, the sound warm and genuine as it echoed across the floating thrones.

He then turned his gaze to the Mother, who was still seated in his lap. His voice dropped slightly, more intimate.

"What’s your decision?" he asked gently.

The Mother looked up at him, her eyes conflicted.

For a brief moment, her gaze flicked toward Minx, as if seeking some kind of confirmation. But Minx simply shook her head with a small, content smile.

"Don’t ask me," Minx said quietly.

Although this was technically her first time around Ash since becoming the Akashic Spirit, she’d spent enough time with his family and felt connected to him enough to know her place.

"I’m happy with my new hubby."

The Mother remained silent for a few moments more, her gaze steady and unreadable. Then, with a slow, almost hesitant nod, she finally spoke.

"...I’m in."

Ash’s smile broadened, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction.

Turning to his other wives, his tone shifted seamlessly into the Language of Gods — each word resonating with divine authority and unwavering sincerity.

"Alright.... I promise there will not be another wife or woman I need from this day forward," he vowed.

"We are truly complete."

HUMMMMM!!!!!

The vow settled over them like a binding promise, making even his boundless lust feel just a bit more grounded, more real.

With that, Ash began to stand.

He gently lifted the Mother and placed her on his throne, ensuring she was comfortable. The others rose as well, their thrones dissolving as they gathered around him.

Ash looked out at the incoming horde of foes — billions of beings charging upward with fury and desperation. He let out a low, amused laugh.

"Now," he said, his voice carrying across the frozen battlefield, "let’s fuck this last piece of creation up."