Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 194: The Final Events of The Conclave (2)

[A/N: Please let me know if you feel the events of the companions are too rushed. I’m trying to find a good balance of their journeys and Ash. Since, it’s eight of them I try to alter between who is getting the most screen time.

However, nothing too drastic will ever happen to them off screen without a story to come…]

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Two weeks… that’s how long the Originats spent making this whole tournament their own little game and competition.

After Yonna’s first battle she never slowed down nor saw defeat, much like the others.

Each opponent fell after the other as the state of their bloodlines by now was just too much.

Battles were becoming too easy for them, especially after they attained a bit of the Morpharch essence. This allowed their bodies to adapt mid-battle, taking on different forms and even permanently learning repeated patterns.

It was all becoming second nature to them.

Much like Yonna, Caelan and the others reigned unmatched. He wielded Gravity, Blood, and Space like second nature. Before he had always used a massive sword made of pure affinity or law essence.

He also had a Divine weapon much like the others Ash created for him… But since attaining his nexus he began growing apart from the usage of a sword.

So, not long ago—adjusting to his desires—his nexus put him on the path of wielding a staff.

It was a bit weird because of the twins he grew to be the burlier of the two.

He wasn’t some massive hulking figure but standing at 6 foot 4 he definitely wasn’t lean. And with his staff he manipulated the Laws under his command like some wizard…

The reign of the Originats was unlike anything Sunya and Jester had ever seen… and now they were staring at the final ten.

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1.Vaeloria Originat

2. Nia Originat

3. Yonna Originat

4. Thalion Originat

5. Seris Originat

6. Kael Originat

7. Caelan Originat

8. Sonna Originat

9. Melara Dreamweaver

10. Von Bashire

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For anyone but the Originats, the rankings seemed to be absurd.

To them however it was exactly what they set out to do.

One of their goals in being in the Myriad Sect of Races was to do one thing and that was spread the name of their Clan around. And now, or well soon enough it could be said they took the first steps in doing this.

Sunya and Jester appeared above the ten who were standing in the skies.

The air around them shimmered with residual power—faint rose-pink motes drifting like embers from a dying fire, the scent of ozone and blood still lingering from the final battles.

The ten stood in loose formation, auras still flaring subtly, weapons and artifacts humming with restrained energy, the sky behind them fractured with lingering spatial cracks from the intensity of the fights.

“You ten are truly amazing…” Jester said, his voice carrying a mix of genuine awe and playful disbelief, eyes scanning each of them as though committing their faces to memory.

Sunya continued, her tone calm and measured, yet carrying the weight of someone who had seen countless prodigies rise and fall.

“And all have bright futures…”

She raised a hand, palm upward, and from her sleeve flowed a cascade of artifacts—ten crystalline orbs that hovered in perfect formation, each one pulsing with soft silver light.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, the orbs drifted toward the group, each finding its owner and settling into open palms or floating beside them like obedient familiars.

Inside each orb shimmered countless mana stones….

“Well, currency is always important right?” Sunya said in a teasing manner seeing the looks on their faces. She didn’t blame them though, they were from nothing less than a Galactic Sect… currency was the least of their issues.

However, that wasn’t the real prize… not one bit.

She turned her palm skyward again, and the air before them rippled—space folding open like silk curtains parting to reveal a gateway of soft violet light framed by silver runes that pulsed in slow, hypnotic rhythm.

The entrance to the Realm of Laws.

“Through this gate lies the Realm of Laws,” she said, voice lowering with reverence.

“A sacred place where countless laws are laid bare.

Laws can be comprehended here with ease—it depends on your own talent and comprehension; you have as much time as you need. However, don’t get too greedy… trying to overstay. Now go… and grow”

The Originats accepted the mana stones with gratefulness, but they truly did not care… Much like the others, they had all the mana stones they needed.

However, the Realm of Laws was something that brought sparkles to their eyes—Nia’s lips curving into a predatory grin, Vaeloria’s fingers flexing around her sword hilt, Yonna’s wings fluttering with barely restrained excitement.

Melara, who had been eyeing the group, spoke.

“Oh, so only more power interests you freaks.”

“Well, what else would interest us? Don’t you see our rankings?” Nia as always was the first to bite back. She was never one for the fake facades.

Melara chuckled as she introduced herself.

“Melara Dreamweaver, nice to meet you guys.” As she did she smiled brightly… one that caused even the sweet Sonna to frown.

“Tsk, also the one who caused us nearly to lose the last game.” Sonna said.

They all began to chat as Melara found a way to mingle with the eight Originats… And while they did they all were enveloped inside an aura before they were brought into the Realm of Laws.

Unknowingly, the rankings of the top sects and top participants showed… which caused the outside to be thrown into a stir… for several reasons.

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Outside, two rankings had appeared.

Both of them large enough for all of the 10,000 sects to see the names clearly—massive holographic projections that hung in the sky like twin celestial banners, edges shimmering with silver light, names etched in bold, glowing script that could be read from miles away.

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Top 10 Sects Ranking

Myriad Sect of Races

Eternal Tide Sect

Void Sovereign Sec

Dreamweaver Sect

Starfall Dominion

Crimson Lotus Alliance

Shadowveil Brotherhood

Celestial Forge Order

Astral Phoenix Covenant

Obsidian Blade Conclave

[A/N: The other is just the top ten again.]

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Eldran Myriad had a look of astonishment on his face as he saw that they held the top spot of all sects.

They had only hoped for a top one thousand spot, something that at least guaranteed one or two Divine relics. However, the number one spot provided so many resources—Divine and below—it was unthinkable… Not just that, he was even more shocked to see they had eight participants in the top ten…

All of this made his eyes narrow coldly.

Around him Elders and alike had tense gazes…

Sure, it was one thing to win the event… but it was an entirely different ball game trying to make it back.

And currently… it felt like all eyes were on them.

“We have eight in the Top 10… which means we will be here much longer than normal.” He spoke to the Elders who were all on edge.

“Call for reinforcements… let’s just hope those ten take their sweet time.” Eldran said as the Elders immediately began to move, calling for reinforcements from the Sect.

While all of them did that… there were some sects and factions here that noticed something completely different. It was something the Myriad Sect at the Conclave had not yet caught wind of…

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Far from the Myriad Sect Elders, were a sect of Voidborns.

These were beings who had deep connections with space and the void… it’s said that their progenitor himself was born from a black hole. These beings ranked just outside of the top hundred, yet even still they were a sect on the same level as Myriad… Galactic.

Their leading Elder—Toral Voidheart—stood at the edge of their viewing platform, tall and gaunt, skin like polished obsidian threaded with faint purple veins that pulsed with void energy, eyes twin black voids with pinpricks of white light.

Nine void-tendrils extended from his back like living shadows, each one ending in a small, swirling black orb that absorbed light around it.

His robes were woven from compressed darkness, edges fraying into nothingness.

His gaze fixed on the rankings… specifically the name repeated eight times.

“Originat…” he whispered, voice low and resonant, like echoes in an endless cave.

The word hung in the air, heavy with recognition.

One of his disciples—an eliminated participant who had watched several battles—stepped forward, voice trembling slightly.

“Elder… those eight… they all wielded Divine weapons before they won the event. Not just any Divine weapons—they seemed to be custom forged… radiating power beyond normal Divine rank. And one of them… Melara Dreamweaver fought against a girl with a Paragon-ranked harp. The sound alone shattered formations across half the battlefield.”

Toral’s void-eyes narrowed, the pinpricks of starlight within them flaring brighter. There were too many coincidences that were appearing. Weapons that were stronger than their rank?

’Isn’t that the rumor of that blacksmith?’ He thought before his words left his mouth.

“Ash Originat…. He’s had a bounty that has been silent for close to two years now. No sightings. No kills. No leads.” He paused, tendrils twitching behind him.

“And now… eight of them stand here with the same name.”

The air around him grew colder, shadows lengthening as his aura flared subtly.

“Originat… is no longer a rumor.”

He turned to his sect.

“Prepare the void ships… We watch. We wait. If that name truly belongs to whom I think… then we may have found ourselves an Eternal connection…”

As he said this, they began to leave… and wait.

To him it didn’t matter if those eight were related to the mysterious Ash Originat… what mattered was that it was a lead no matter how minute…

And if they were truly related or not…. it would be found out soon enough.

Yet, as the Voidborn Sect noticed this… so did a one other…