Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 251: Tales of the Originat

A total of 800 years had passed in the outside world since Ash had commenced his evolution in totality. And while he was away from the scene like the age-old saying… Time waits for no man, and neither did reality.

The multiverse had begun undergoing a subtle, pervasive shift—not cataclysmic upheaval, but a quiet tension that threaded through every realm like an unspoken omen.

Universes grew wary, borders fortified not against familiar foes, but against the rising tide of a single clan whose name now carried the weight of legend: Originat.

In the Crystalline Harmonies of the Luminous Cantors—a realm of drifting song-citadels where beings of pure melodic light shaped emotions into living symphonies—choirs met in echoing halls, their voices mingling in quiet wonder.

“The Convergence… eight centuries ago,” a cantor sang, their light-form shimmering. “They say that’s when the Originat Clan first began to rise…”

Another joined in with a scoff. “That’s absurd. Are we really supposed to believe such claims? In eight centuries, they supposedly took ten universes?”

Amid the Wandering Veils of the Nebula Nomads—roaming fleets of living comet-ships crewed by silk-veiled travelers weaving destinies from stardust—a gathering of captains traded stories beside the glow of hearth-nebulae.

“These Originats just keep causing trouble,” a captain muttered, silk swaying. “We already had those wild Asuras and Humans disrupting the peace… and now those twins, Kael and Caelan Originat? They’ve completely destroyed an entire universe, and apparently, they did it without any troops.”

Another nodded. “It’s true, I know a guy who escaped just moments before it happened… I also heard—what was it again? Katherine, Nia, and Summer Originat? They’ve been hunting vampires across realms, torturing entire bloodlines into madness before the end.”

In the Temporal Webs of the Chrono-Seers—a maze of crystal hourglasses hanging in strands of frozen time, inhabited by hooded oracles whose shapes shifted between past and future—a gathering of seers spoke in hushed, overlapping tones.

“The Originats… they’re not simple,” the oracle said, sands swirling backward in her palm.

“Vaeloria, the Veiled Sword Maiden—her blade can slice through anything, and no defense has been found against it. Seris, the Imperious Summoner—her legions are endless, as if every battle is won before it begins, summoning infinities that consume destiny itself.”

Another voice chimed in nervously, “They’re not to be messed with… I think it might be wise for us to swear loyalty to them.”

All around the multiverse for the last 800 years the Originat had been one of the two hottest topics. While Ash was away in seclusion, they would make use of their strength and prowess that he’d made possible.

So, just like that each and every one of them had embarked on their own journeys once again. They knew the Originat Haven would always be home… However, they all wanted something that could represent the path they were walking…

And the second hottest topic was the War that was reaching its peak. The Narakava Asura’s and Tyrannus Humans had been at war for near a millennium and over the last 800 years it had only intensified.

After leaving the convergence, neither Kaelor nor Rune had fought right then and there. Honestly, Rune was too shell shocked by what she’d seen moments before… So, the moment Ash left so did she and Zion.

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Inside a massive fortress—a towering structure of black adamantine drifting around a captive crimson star, its vast, cold halls lined with walls inscribed in runes of tyranny that glowed faintly red—the Tyrannus leadership convened in the central war chamber.

Patriarch Lester Tyrana sat upon the high throne, his massive frame cloaked in charcoal-black skin marked with glowing crimson runes.

His white, pupil-less eyes radiated pure authority, and his presence weighed on the air like an unyielding force.

Matriarch Victoria sat beside him, exuding a refined cruelty in every detail—her silver hair pulled back tightly, her eyes cold and calculating.

First Heir, Rune stood alert, the weight of old trauma still visible in her tense posture and guarded gaze.

Second Heir, Zion lingered quietly nearby, the fraying edges of his sanity hidden behind sightless eyes that still seemed haunted.

Third Heir, Nyx kept watch, her restrained fury simmering beneath the surface, her athletic frame wound tight like a spring.

“The Asuras must fall,” Lester rumbled, his voice echoing like collapsing realms. “This war is nearing its final stretch, and we must be the first to strike hard and efficiently.”

Victoria leaned forward, her smile razor-thin. “Universes on both sides have been compromised… countless allies lost… I say we stir up some chaos.” As she spoke, she waved her hand, summoning a shimmering projection.

And on it?

Nia Originat, Vaeloria Originat, Yonna Originat and a few others.

Nyx eyes sparkled as if knowing what her mother was insinuating. “Not a bad idea… if we use these arrogant fools, we can cause more chaos for sure.”

Hearing these words Patriarch Lester was about to speak up, but before he could….

Rune stepped forward without hesitation, her voice sharp and commanding. “No. Absolutely not!” she declared, drawing every gaze to her.

“That man… his strength is no joke. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Even looking at the Originat the wrong way could end in disaster.”

Zion gave a faint nod, shadows flickering around him in silent agreement.

Lester’s eyes narrowed, his gaze heavy. “That man?”

“Right, Sister—what man is so strong he could scare you?” Nyx asked, frowning.

“The one no one’s been talking about,” Zion muttered. “For the last eight centuries, all I’ve heard about is this Originat or that one, but no one mentions the one above them all.”

Rune nodded firmly. “Exactly. The Originat are completely off-limits.”

Victoria’s brow furrowed as she turned to Nyx. “Nyx, have Absence dig up any information on the Originat’s leader. We’ve got fifty years until we strike—if he’s not what they claim, we’ll find a way to take the Originat down.”

Hearing this, Rune’s face nearly paled, but instead of speaking, she remembered Ash’s words.

’Would he save my clan as well?’

The thought passed quickly… even though both the Tyrannus and Asuras were in dire straits, she would never ask for help.

She would see it through herself!