Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 249: Fourth Dimensional Being?

As Ash stood here feeling the immensity of his power he was left speechless. Although he felt it was redundant to constantly think each new step of power was a complete difference…

“This is not normal at all…” He muttered in slight disbelief. Before he was certain he was strong enough to at the very minimum escape if he ever met someone stronger than him. However, now he knew he couldn’t be more wrong.

He obviously knew that such existences weren’t present in the lower dimensions, but one must not forget he held a key to a place that connected all dimensions. The Mark of The Weaver… and just thinking..

“I would’ve died perhaps in more ways than one…” He muttered again.

In Ash’s eyes, nothing looked the same anymore.

His inner cosmos, once a vast expanse brimming with endless possibilities, now seemed small… no, that wasn’t quite it.

The countless galaxies, worlds, laws, and concepts he had created now appeared like translucent sheets of paper.

He saw them all at once, not in sequence, but as overlapping layers along an axis he’d never known existed.

The infinite cosmos now felt like nothing more than a fragile page in a book he could turn with a single thought.

It wasn’t just more power—it was something beyond.

His eyes skimmed past sheet after sheet until they landed on a random Primavus.

To him, it no longer appeared as a regular being but as a flat character, like something drawn on paper.

Beyond that, their thoughts, unrealized actions, and everything else—the past, the future, and what was yet to come—were all laid bare before him.

“This…” he began, but Elysia, now beside him, finished the thought. She saw it too; they were, in a way, one and the same, so of course she had also become something more.

“It’s like those novels you read on Earth…” she said, his existence already scanned.

It was something he could do as well, and with the knowledge from those novels—yes, novels, the only evidence that could explain their state of being—it all began to make sense.

“We’re not three-dimensional beings anymore… The framework of the universe… no, the entire multiverse has been completely transcended,” they whispered together.

And that conclusion was correct.

They were now truly Fourth Dimensional beings, though neither realized this stage hadn’t been far off to begin with.

Ash had long since surpassed the pinnacle of lower-dimensional racial power.

He wasn’t just a progenitor—he was the very Origin of his people.

Origin beings could be considered a half-step toward becoming Fourth Dimensional, or even fully so depending on their race’s definition.

Ash was beyond definition.

While most Fourth Dimensional beings might fade into detachment, his state of wantlessness should have erased all desire—yet he still hungered for more: more women, more power, and something beyond even that.

This state was supposed to be… no wants and just having. Such a thing would obviously remove motivation, desire and anything else. Because what would be the need for anything if you already have it?

Yet even in this state, Ash craved everything, and whatever he set his sights on, he would have.

By now, he should have been numb to it all, yet he remained a paradox he, himself couldn’t escape nor grasp.

In that moment, as he stood transcended beyond mere concepts, his mind remained unchanged. If anything, he was more driven, more ambitious than ever, which explained the rare smile on his face.

He closed his eyes, allowing his perception and very state of being to shift. It came naturally, letting him exist comfortably within the bounds of three dimensions.

It meant those beings could see him now… yet he felt like nothing more than a hollow echo of himself, a shadow of his true essence.

“Let’s continue, shall we?” he said, now sitting cross-legged. For the moment, he refused to let that feeling bother him—it was something he could fix easily enough.

After all, if what he’d read about higher dimensional states was really true, he intended to see just how far he could push himself.

Elysia smiled and with a wave of her hand, millions upon millions of seeds appeared.

They ranged from Progenitor bloodlines and the Whim of Absolute Chance to countless cheats like systems, mutated eyes, curse powers, and endless races.

Before him also lay millions of blank precepts, waiting to be claimed.

“Oh, I think seclusion is a bit more fun that I imagined it to be.” He said with a laugh as he summoned the codex which had also grown in power.

It basically extended all the previous capabilities making them all the more powerful…

Such as Authoring Potential.

The core ability had remained the same only becoming more solidified as no being lower than him could hope to resist.

However, it had also gained three sub abilities that were just as OP.

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[Unwritten Becoming Inscription – Writes an incomplete becoming on a page and the page completes it with infinite potential, manifesting an evolving power

Ever-Becoming Narrative – Writes a ’Layer’ on reality. Adds paradoxical story elements that evolve.

Refusal Draft Override – ’Quotes’ a refusal of an existing truth/event. Overwrites it with blank paradoxes.]

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The uses were a bit unclear, but there was only one real way to find out—by trying it.

He’d already decided to use Authoring Potential to evolve his inner cosmos, but figured, why not do it through one of its sub-abilities?

And so, he did, in the most overwhelming way imaginable.

|Unwritten Becoming Inscription|

|Ever-Becoming Narrative|

Right… instead of using them once at a time… He used them both as he wrote into the codex.

“The Primavus Origin’s Inner cosmos evolved and becomes…..”

The first line marked the Unwritten Becoming Inscription, and within moments, the words began to fill themselves in.

“The Ever-Becoming Multiversal Paradox. An endless tapestry of universes that resist singularity, where beginnings give rise to endings that spark new beginnings again. It’s a lower dimension unto itself, alive with paradoxical potential, devouring limits and endlessly creating new infinities.”

Seeing this he smiled in delight and continued.

“All lovers and companions, whether already within the Cosmos or destined to enter it, will become living legends as their stories unfold. May their journeys be filled with brilliance and wonder as they carve their names into reality and beyond.”

The second line was the Ever-becoming narrative, and as you might have guessed, it let him paint a literal story across the range of power. This narrative then became an added layer atop the infinite stacked sheets he had seen before.

HUMMMM!

The rose-pink void cradling his lone universe stirred with a low, resonant thrum, like the heartbeat of creation waking from a long slumber.

The cosmos’ boundaries, once finite yet immense, dissolved in soft waves, space unfurling endlessly like silk pulled from an infinite spool.

The once-contained universe, alive with swirling galaxies and worlds teeming with Primavus life under endless twilight auroras, stayed intact at its heart—a bright jewel hanging in the fresh, vast expanse.

All around, the void stretched forever, emptiness unfolding in every direction like a boundless dark canvas of pure possibility, its soft rose-pink light fading into calm neutrality, patient and eternal.

The Originat Haven—a vast supercontinent of crystal spires and seas of liquid starlight—drifted slowly outward, apart from the universe’s edge, floating alone in the void like a sacred island in eternal night.

Primordia Haven came next, settling nearby yet apart, its auroras fading to soft glows in the endless dark.

Beside them, the first world—a dormant seed of pure potential, faintly shining with unborn promise—hung in tranquil isolation, three sacred anchors in the infinite emptiness.

No chaos, no thunder—just a calm, silent expansion, the solitary Primavus universe shining like a beacon in the endless void, everything else waiting for his hand to shape.

Ash and Elysia watched it all happen, yet no one within his inner cosmos sensed a thing. Still, it was extraordinary in every way.

When it ended, new status prompts appeared.

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[Evolution Increase – From 500x to 1500x.]

[Direct Self-Evolution – You are now able to evolve yourself directly without needing a copy of another person. One evolution per Cosmic Cycle]

[Multiversal Cosmos Container – Your Inner cosmos has become a container for infinite evolving universes. Currently empty aside from the first cosmos, as you must fill the container with universes yourself.

Universes evolve independently and all potential channels back to you for passive growth without effort.]

[Living Cosmic Resonance – Multiversal Container resonates with your emotions/paradoxes. Threats to you or erratic emotions can trigger cosmic events.]

[Cosmic Limit Refusal – All Previous concepts/laws/power systems from outside reality has been refused and corrected fitting the nature of the Multiversal Container. All concepts and laws naturally evolve, providing pure Trans-Conceptual hints for inhabitants.]

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“This is definitely more than I would’ve done…” Ash said, shaking his head as he gazed at the endless void, empty except for the original universe.

At first, he had only planned to raise the evolution threshold and grant himself personal evolution.

He never imagined he would end up becoming a Lower Dimension himself.