Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 203: Live Broadcast (3)

“And right now, at this very moment, my beautiful lover and I are in the Nocturne Galaxy,” he said casually.

Whether they believed him or not, the proof would soon be revealed to everyone.

Raven chuckled as she spoke.

“I’m the beautiful lover… Raven Originat, once known as Raven Nocturne, the Third Princess of the Nocturne Clan.” Her words echoed, sending ripples across the galaxy.

Meanwhile, Vesper stood over the battered Thalion, frowning. He had already tried to dispel the strange power, but it was neither an illusion nor anything he could recognize.

“This bitch… it can’t be,” he muttered, staring at the Raven that barely resembled her former self.

Turning his gaze back to the Originat, he saw they all wore bloody smiles.

Though still sealed and frozen, they could move their facial features. And now, seeing Ash and the message from their Nexuses, they looked relieved.

[Initiating Emergency Evacuation!] Then another message… this time from Elysia.

[Next time, don’t be so rash!]

After that message, each of them was teleported away.

Vesper’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Wha—”

Before he could finish, he heard the most blasphemous words of his life as he turned back to the void streaming the live broadcast.

“And today… we will show you all the consequences of harming anyone bearing the name Originat… or under the Banner.”

“By destroying the Nocturne Galaxy,” they said together, wearing the biggest, most demonic smiles imaginable.

Then, as if on cue, they moved, and the view shifted. The orb began to follow, capturing their every step and even their conversations.

—–

In the Nocturne Galaxy, Ash and Raven walked together at an easy pace.

“How do you want to do this?” Raven asked, unconcerned about the method as long as this place ceased to exist.

Ash smirked. “Well, my bloody princess… let’s have a bit of Revenge 101.”

With that, he wrapped them both and the orb in the concept of space, transporting them outside a world. Raven didn’t question him, but his words piqued her curiosity.

“Revenge 101?” she asked.

Ash gave no reply, and together they descended onto the world.

Lupara was a wild, eerie world, bathed in the glow of three swollen crimson moons that hung low in the sky. Their blood-red light spilled over endless forests of gnarled black trees and rugged mountains, where perpetual twilight ruled the land.

Howls echoed constantly through the air, carrying the scent of wet fur, fresh blood, and wild musk.

Drifting high above, they watched enormous wolves racing across the land, some hunting giant beasts, others locked in fierce pack battles, and still more gathered at ancient lunar altars where alpha pairs performed rituals beneath the blood-red moons.

“Just don’t blink…” Ash said as he descended onto the ground. As he did the Orb followed him…

His feet touched the ground, and he began to walk.

With each step, the idea of endings bled into the world, every footprint wiping it away piece by piece—grass shriveling to ash, trees collapsing into dust, and howls dying mid-note as throats parched and voices faded.

To those watching from the Venia Galaxy, it was simply a man walking, while the world crumbled away behind him in silent, inevitable decay.

Before long, Ash came upon the first signs of true civilization—Fangspire Hold, a sprawling fortress city carved into the side of a lunar-cratered mountain.

Its black stone walls were reinforced with werewolf bones and lunar iron, and its towers were crowned with howling statues that gazed toward the moons.

The moment he spotted the first werewolf, it all began—the Concept of Endings, Aura, and Intent erupted in a sudden burst.

BOOOOOM!!!

As the essence surged toward every wolf, Ash took off in a sprint, Primordia materializing in his hand, as if he were racing against the very speed of Endings itself.

SHK!

SHK!!

In that moment, the end of the world felt inevitable.

For two hours, every inhabitant of the Venia Galaxy saw nothing but chaos and destruction, broadcast live in the most savage way imaginable.

THUD!

THUD!

Heads were severed…. rolling across blood-soaked ground as bodies crumpled.

SLICE!

SHK!

Limbs hacked apart…. spraying hot crimson arcs that painted the lunar stones red.

The young and old alike mercilessly slaughtered—pups whimpering as blades fell, elders howling defiance until silenced forever.

No one got away, and nothing escaped its grim end—packs bolting in fear only to be taken down mid-leap, alphas bellowing defiance that faded to choking silence as their throats were torn open.

And by the time the last person fell, the essence of the end finally caught up to Ash.

Ash stood frozen, staring into the orb smeared with guts, blood, and more…

KABOOM!

The entire world collapsed in on itself, yet Ash and Raven stood still as if it were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Normally, surviving such a cataclysm would require someone to be at least a Peak Stellar Sovereign, and even then, they’d need serious defensive measures.

But Raven was different—even at the Second Calamity, she existed as a concept, a rare and special one.

The instant the implosion happened, she absorbed all the force, rendering it meaningless.

On top of that, her unique bloodline allowed her to define its capabilities—so why couldn’t it let her survive in the vacuum of space?

She was completely broken in the most extraordinary way.