Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 157: Sunya’s Game (1)

Five thousand domains might sound like a lot, but in the grand scheme of things, it was a mere speck.

To put it into perspective, the Realm of Domain held exactly five hundred thousand sects, each with ten thousand disciples, making the number of people inside truly staggering—five billion souls locked in a month-long war for survival and supremacy. Every sect was constantly engaged in fighting, scouting, or defending—it was simply the way of life here, a brutal rhythm that never paused.

In this vast realm, eight figures soared through the skies together, wings cutting through the mana-dense air with effortless grace. As they flew over shattered battlefields and burning strongholds, Thalion’s calm voice broke through the wind, carrying to each of them through their private Nexus link.

“Since I know you all lack patience—I blame His Majesty—I’ve mapped out the best routes to get us into the action.”

“So, are we planning to claim all 5,000 domains for our sect?” Yonna asked, her winds whipping excitedly around her as she flexed her shoulders, storm aura crackling faintly.

“Why not?” Thalion replied before continuing, his void quill already sketching invisible maps in the air.

“We’ll first attack the Crimson Fang Sect—blood-obsessed vampires…. Their strongest disciple is Sixth Calamity, a brute named Varak who drowns enemies in blood torrents.”

“Sounds good… I call dibs on the Sixth Calamity,” Nia said as the sun mark on her forehead shimmered, flames licking higher along her arms. “My next task is to slay a cultivator in the Sixth Calamity or higher.”

“And just leave us the small fry, huh?” Vaeloria teased, her blood-moon eyes glinting as she adjusted her grip on her sword, the blade humming faintly with restrained power.

Seris twirled a dagger lazily, ash-blood mist curling around her fingers like affectionate pets. “Small fry still bleeds. Besides, after Nia takes the big one, the rest will be cleanup. It makes things easier.”

Sonna strummed a soft note on her harp—illusions of peaceful fields blooming briefly around the group before fading—as her gentle voice carried a serene but determined undertone. “As long as we stay together… I can bind their minds before they even realize they’re losing.”

Thalion adjusted his glasses, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Precisely. The Crimson Fang’s domain is fortified with blood barriers, but their formations are predictable. I already see three weak points.”

Caelan rumbled a laugh, gravity aura pressing the air slightly as he flew. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

Nia grinned wide. “See? This is why we don’t need Jake’s boring plan.”

The group shared a collective mental laugh—bond unbreakable, excitement palpable.

They moved toward the Crimson Fang’s domain, ready to begin.

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Meanwhile, far from the Myriad Sect’s domain, the first blood had already been achieved. Well, it would be inaccurate to say ’first’… Far from the Domain of the Myriad Sect was another ancient ruin.

This one was not peaceful. One could hear music… a peaceful tune played through the stronghold, soft harp notes drifting on the wind like a lullaby. Yet inside, everyone was slaughtering one another.

Disciples turned on allies, blades flashing, Laws erupting—fire clashing with ice, gravity crushing flesh, illusions shattering minds—all while the music played on, serene and gentle.

At the center of the carnage floated a beautiful woman—gentle-looking, with skin pristine white shimmering with stars, hair flowing like liquid shadows, eyes soft purple music symbols that glowed faintly. She looked serene… sweet… and charming.

Her name…. Melara Dreamveil.

As she sang, her voice was a lullaby laced with venom—the more she played her harp, the bloodier the stronghold became. Her song wove through the air:

“Sleep, my dears, in fields of night… Let dreams take wing on silent flight… No pain, no fear, just gentle rest… Give me your souls, and be my guest…”

The notes were soft, hypnotic, beautiful—yet each one twisted minds, turning brothers into murderers, sisters into executioners. After another five minutes, the entire stronghold fell soundless as her song died along with the very last soul.

“Beautiful…” she muttered, voice gentle as she looked at the carnage below—bodies piled high, blood pooling in perfect patterns, the air still humming with the echo of her melody.

As she descended from the skies, the stronghold lit up like a beacon—a barrier of shimmering dream-mist covering it, claiming the domain for the Dreamweavers.

She received a call on her token.

“Oh Melara, you never cease to amaze me. A Fourth Calamity with such control over the Laws,” a melodic voice echoed from the token.

“Hehe, Big sister this was nothing. We have many more to go. I will continue picking on these weaklings until you guys are done with the array,” she spoke sweetly before disappearing as if she was never there.

Many more scenes like this were taking place all over the realm… some just as absurd, some not so much.

As the heat ramped up, each and every move was being monitored by Sunya and Jester.

The two watched from their luxurious lounge, millions of smaller screens encircling a few massive ones, tracking every participant and major event.

Sunya settled deeper into her seat, snacking on her spiked fruit, eyes scanning the feeds.

Jester sat to her left, monocle glinting as his gaze fixed on a massive figure landing inside a stronghold.

Gravok Crushveil—eight feet tall, skin like living abyss-stone, hair rippling like gravitational waves, eyes black-hole voids.

The moment he landed—BOOOOOM!!!!!

The stronghold exploded into nothing.

With a single punch, the Law of Abyss Gravity at full force crushed the fortress inward—walls collapsing, disciples screaming as gravity twisted them into singularities. Stone shattered, barriers gave way, and bodies shrank to pinpoints before vanishing—no blood, no rubble, just pure erasure.

The domain banner wavered, then dropped—Gravok seized it in moments.

Jester let out a low whistle.

“Now that’s how you make an entrance.”

Sunya’s smirk widened, eyes glinting. “Gravok Crushveil… Abyss Gravity Sovereign. Things just got interesting.”

The screens kept flashing—billions of moves, millions of deaths.

The Domain Hunters was heating up….