Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 669: Ash vs The Eternal Creation (3)

The fused Forbidden Essence vanished in a blur of golden cracks and shadow, only to reappear an instant later with explosive force.

It unleashed a relentless assault, its massive limbs swinging with the combined weight of foundations, new beginnings, totality, null, and reckoning.

Each strike distorted the white cage around them, carrying enough conceptual force to tear through entire layers of existence.

However, despite its power... Ash moved with effortless grace.

He weaved between the attacks, his body tilting just enough for claws and fists to miss by mere inches.

Some strikes passed straight through him entirely, as if he existed on a different layer of the narrative.

This continued for a few minutes of Ash simply effortlessly dodging as he didn’t even attempt to counterattack at first.

He simply watched, letting the Eternal Creation pour everything it had into the assault, his calm smile never once faltering.

As he already knew—well, of course he knew—their entire plan to impress him.

’Now, even though the chances are slim... to none,’ he mused, knowing the only thing that could truly impress him was something entirely unpredictable, something he couldn’t see coming. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Which, naturally, was nothing, but things that were unknown.

’But I’ll never turn down a bit of entertainment.’

The instant that thought crossed his mind, a smile formed on his lips.

Then, without warning, Ash moved.

As the Eternal Creation moved to close the distance, he appeared directly in front of the towering entity and delivered a single, devastating kick to its chest.

CRACK!!!!!!!

The impact was not just physical.

The kick carried the weight of pure existence, and with it came a faint, terrifying effect — a portion of the Eternal Creation’s conceptual presence was erased from the novel itself.

It went far beyond what most might liken to tearing a page from a novel—so far beyond that it felt almost unreal.

With every strike, it was as if Ash was erasing the character entirely, wiping it from the Author’s mind before it could even exist.

The impact hurled the massive entity backward at a frightening speed. Before it had the chance to recover, Ash was already there, waiting at the end of its path.

Without hesitation, he drove another kick into its side, delivering yet another crushing blow.

BOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!

And much like before... another piece of its existence was torn away. The Eternal Creation howled in agony as more of its very foundation was ripped from the story.

But... Ash only kept going.

He reappeared over and over, each time landing a sharp, punishing kick that wiped out another part of the being’s narrative self.

With every blow, the Eternal Creation shrank, its form flickering and breaking apart as more of what made it "real" within the novel was stripped away.

After several consecutive kicks, Ash appeared high above the reeling entity.

He drove both feet downward with overwhelming force.

KRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

The Eternal Creation came hurtling down through the battlefield, smashing through everything in its path. The white cage surrounding them burst apart in an instant, shards scattering as the two figures plunged downward.

The ground below, already fractured and litter with floating debris, crumbled completely under the impact.

Everything in their wake — the battlefield, stone, and remnants of the fight — was torn to pieces, flung apart into the endless void beyond.

When the dust settled, they were no longer on the battlefield.

They now floated in a strange, empty void.

Below them stretched endless, formless darkness — a true nothing that seemed to stretch into infinity. Above them loomed the vast, fractured expanse of the Primordial Expanse, distant and unreachable, like a broken ceiling hanging over the abyss.

Ash floated calmly in the empty space, his black baggy attire fluttering gently in the nonexistent wind.

He looked down at the severely damaged Eternal Creation, whose form was now riddled with glowing golden cracks and missing conceptual pieces.

He smiled as he casually tilted his head.

"You have two more shots," he said, his voice calm and almost gentle. "Impress me... or death is the only option left."

Hearing his words, the Eternal Creation’s massive form trembled in the void, golden cracks pulsing violently across its chaotic body.

Its glowing eyes locked onto Ash with a mixture of rage and desperation.

It opened its mouth, layered voice straining as it began to speak...

"You... knew—"

Despite its fury, Ash was genuinely surprised to learn that their goal wasn’t to kill him, but rather to impress him.

He had made it clear—they only had a few shots left.

And yet, instead of acting, they wasted precious moments on meaningless words.

So, Ash didn’t even give them the chance to finish.

He simply tilted his head, and with a single blink, words appeared in the fabric of the void itself — glowing, golden script that materialized for only a fraction of a second. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Mouth."

In that moment, the Eternal Creation’s mouth—or whatever could be called its mouth—was savagely ripped from its face.

SHRRRRK!!!!!!

A grotesque, wet sound echoed through the empty void as its lower jaw and mouth were ripped away in one clean, conceptual motion.

Thick, golden-black blood gushed from the wound in heavy waves, splattering across its own chest and dripping into the endless darkness below.

The flesh at the edges of the wound writhed and twitched violently, trying to regenerate — but nothing happened.

The injury refused to heal, as if the very concept of restoration had been stripped from it.

"ARHGHHHHH!!!!!!"

The Eternal Creation’s body jerked backward violently.

A raw, agonized, layered scream tore from its ruined face — a horrifying, multi-voiced wail that echoed across the void like a chorus of dying gods. Its massive frame convulsed as it clawed at the gaping wound where its mouth used to be, golden blood pouring endlessly from the mutilated hole.

Ash’s calm expression shifted into a frown.

He shook his head slowly, genuine disbelief flickering across his face.

"Strike Two..." he muttered. Then he sighed, almost disappointed. "And damn... Three."

Once again, how could anyone think they could impress someone like Ash and still hope to leave alive, only to behave this way?

He stood there, gazing at the writhing, screaming entity before him — a creature that had been around since the dawn of the Mother’s creation, now reduced to such a pitiful state.

"All that power... all those countless years..." Ash murmured under his breath, almost as if speaking to himself.

"And you’re wailing and sobbing just because I tore your mouth away?"

He clicked his tongue once.

"Primordia."

SHKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

In that instant, Primordia appeared directly behind the Eternal Creation.

Her arms had already transformed into the sleek, gleaming form of her katana.

With a single, merciless horizontal slash, she severed the towering entity cleanly across its midsection.

The cut was so sharp and clean that the upper half of its body slid off the lower half for a full second before the two pieces began to drift apart in the void.

Golden-black blood sprayed violently in both directions as the severed halves of the Eternal Creation slowly separated, its body convulsing in its final moments.

All while... Ash watched the scene with a calm, almost bored expression, his hands still tucked in his pockets.