Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 243: Fractured Harmony: Eclipse of Endless Anarchy

The 38th Universe, home to the Grand Cosmic Prodigy Convergence and the second claimed domain of the Narakava Asuras, is an unusual case.

Normally, such claimed universes or those ruled by a sovereign would never be so lax in their defenses, nor leave their entire protection to another clan or race.

Even if that clan were their most trusted subordinates, it’s something that simply wouldn’t happen—because losing a universe would mean losing eons of effort, resources, and whatever else they had poured into it.

This would essentially make them weaker than the other Arch Eternal Clans, yet the Narakava Asuras—a Clan that ruled not one but two Universes—entrusted their realm to the Celestials, even in the thick of a Universal War.

The universe had been paying the price. For a whole month—yes, an entire month—since chaos erupted, things hadn’t slowed down one bit. By now, everyone had already picked a side.

The prodigies of the Void Serpent, the Eternal Frost Progenitor, and others had fallen far too quickly to Lady Truth and the Eternal Deceiver. They were still caught in the middle of it all, unaware that the very origins of their bloodlines had already been destroyed.

Losing a progenitor was a huge blow to any race, like crippling its very core.

They wouldn’t die, but it felt like half their very being had been ripped away—from their rank to their hard-earned skills and talents.

Through it all, the Universe struggled to keep itself intact, groaning under the strain of broken laws, the chaos of prodigies colliding, and battles without end.

There was one clan that stood above the rest, shining brighter than any other. The best part?

They didn’t pick and choose—anyone who crossed their path was doomed.

Well, except for Phoenixes—everyone else was fair game.

In the heart of the apocalyptic storm—where the 38th Universe splintered under waves of raw destruction, galaxies crumbling in a haze of cursed fury, and once-gifted warriors spiraled into wild berserkers clashing in bursts that ripped at reality itself.

The Originats moved with steady, unshaken control, their presence shining like unwavering beacons, bending the chaos to their will.

—-

Thalion and his tight-knit Mindforge elite—just a dozen sleek, otherworldly figures with eyes like shifting data streams and alabaster skin traced in neural circuitry—floated in precise formation over the ruins of a shattered cosmic pavilion.

No blades drawn, no roars issued.

GRRRAHHHH!

As the cursed hordes surged forward in mindless waves, Thalion’s eyes scanned countless possibilities in mere moments, his Conceptual Existence of Mind, Calculation, and Deduction weaving unseen webs of prediction.

Enemies faltered mid-attack—their plans crumbling before they could fully form, their skills betraying them, and their own thoughts painting vivid pictures of defeat they’d never wanted to see.

This was Thalion and his Mindforge.

They didn’t fight in the usual way; everything began in the mind, and from there, devastation was inevitable.

They murmured insights that made entire legions turn on themselves—prodigies freezing as imagined defeats replayed in their minds, their confidence shattering under perfect counters.

POP!

CRACK!

With a single gesture, Thalion sealed the fate of an entire flank—hordes imploding under the weight of a logical paradox, domination quiet and absolute, a small force directing the downfall of thousands through sheer, boundless calculation.

—–

Much like Thalion, none of the Originat truly needed to lift a finger in this battle… though they would anyways.

Each one had become a Conceptual Existence or something close to it.

Yet among them was someone who despised war, conflict, and chaos.

She was the Conceptual Existence of Music, Charm, Serenity, and Sound, and she led the Originat Lullaby.

This was Sonna Originat, and as she stood amid the chaos, she and her branch seemed like angels—her long white hair streaked with pink, peaceful blue eyes marked with pink music symbols, and a spotless white dress that refused to be touched by any stain.

She looked genuinely peaceful… and that calm seemed to radiate from her.

Sonna glided effortlessly through a storm of wild prodigies—her Original Lullaby unfurling in soft melodic waves that turned fierce tempests into gentle breezes.

Hummmm…

Harmony drifted through the air, lulling cursed berserkers into serene stillness, their furious roars softening into contented sighs as their minds eased into loyal calm.

Rebellious prodigies froze mid-charge, lowering their weapons in enforced peace, their auras blending together under her spell.

Across more than 94 million kilometers, prodigies felt their rage melt into united choruses.

Her Lullaby Primavus—graceful enchanters with wings shaped like musical notes—magnified the melody, transforming battlefields into sanctuaries of unwavering tranquility, where enemies surrendered in blissful devotion, subdued by inevitable, soothing calm.

—-

Diana and Mira—the Second and Third Valkyries—swept through the ranks in a blaze of Primavus glory, their signature traits on full display: long white hair streaming like moonlit banners, six mighty wings spreading with radiant power, alabaster skin glowing with starlit shimmer, and horns arching into regal crowns.

As Pure Primavus, their strikes flowed in perfect harmony—blades of condensed power cutting with precision, wings sweeping through foes in waves of relentless light that broke curses and shattered laws alike.

They moved through the hordes with effortless grace, enemies falling beneath the weight of Primavus might.

—-

During the time between the first and second events, three new members became Conceptual Existences.

The Valkyries could have joined their ranks as well, but Ash had a different plan for them, so they waited patiently. The first was Katherine, whose evolution—like the others in that period—was guided by Elysia.

She became the Conceptual Existence of Blood, Loyalty, and Obsessive Devotion.

Though not as openly as Nia, she was a true Yandere, a trait that heavily influenced her transformation.

With blood-red hair streaked with white, a slim yet strikingly curvaceous figure, and eyes like drops of blood, she was a calm surface hiding a storm of yandere madness.

Her hair whipped as waves of blood essence burst forth to bind and devour, twisting loyalty into obsessive redirection, forcing submission through blood oaths, and draining enemies in euphoric devotion until they were left pale, kneeling, and bound by her unbreakable will.

—–

Summer had grown into something far greater. She embodied the very concepts of Silence, Darkness, and Isolation. Always drawn to the shadows, her transformation made this affinity undeniable.

Apart from her alabaster skin, everything about her was pure void. Her hair and eyes were abyssal black, absorbing all light, while her mere presence seemed to swallow both sound and brightness.

She was far more ruthless than Katherine ever showed.

She spread an isolating darkness that cut every connection.

Enemies lashed out blindly, their roars silenced, their auras trapped in personal voids that crushed spirits and enforced domination through absolute, chilling severance.

—–

Lastly, there was someone who had finally fallen for Ash—Celeste Astral, now known as Celeste Originat. This was a decision even Ash himself hadn’t been aware of, one she made the day she left for a life of seclusion.

To her, Ash was the true savior of her entire Clan. Whether he knew it or not, he had rescued them from certain doom, a threat that aimed to erase not just them but the entire Venia Galaxy. For that, she was eternally grateful—but it didn’t stop there.

Around her neck hung the necklace of pure constellations he had crafted for her, its rank so high she couldn’t even fathom it. And then there were perhaps the two greatest gifts he had ever given her…

The Seventh Soul, an evolution that changed her entirely.

Celeste drifted with effortless grace seamlessly fused with the Seventh Soul.

It was something that gave her endless potential in the concept of Fate and Destiny itself.

Elysia took it even further, transforming her into the very embodiment of Fate, Destiny, and the Stars.

Her golden hair shimmered with white streaks, a gleaming blindfold masking eyes that wove karma into quiet threads. Her form radiated celestial energy, draped in flowing robes that concealed her curves.

Cursed attacks bounced back in a twist of karmic payback… turning her enemies’ fates against them, as the stars lined up to boost her power and sap theirs, her control wrapped in an unshakable, destined rhythm.

The Originats ruled completely—the battlefield shifting to their command, cursed chaos giving way to balanced force, the Convergence shaking under the presence of a race on another level, blazing brightest in the storm only they could master.