Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 261: An Efficient Slaughter (3)

HUMMMM!!!!

As Lysandra relished the slow, delicate unraveling of Nyx—watching the Third Heir’s form crumble into drifting ash, her screams dissolving into the void—something deeper awoke.

The whole universe seemed to hum with mana, a low, endless vibration that made stars blink and distant battlefields quiver. Sandra turned her gaze upward.

High above it all, suspended in the starless gulf between galaxies, two figures floated.

Nia and Katherine.

They floated side by side, their auras blazing in perfect harmony.

Nia’s multicolored flames licked at the void with a hungry, living energy, while Katherine’s crimson essence wound through the air in silent, possessive streams.

Between them, the Nullpoint Anchor hovered—a palm-sized sphere of void-black crystal streaked with rose-gold veins, pulsing slowly like a heartbeat in reverse.

“Now, for the final pest,” Nia said.

She lifted it.

The Anchor came alive with a single, silent pulse. Reality twisted, and the void opened like a mouth—not with anger, but with an undeniable sense of inevitability.

From it, Absence emerged.

Not as shadow. Not as absence

But as a humanoid figure of pure darkness—tall, featureless, a silhouette cut from the very absence of light, yet made solid.

Skin like polished obsidian that swallowed every glimmer, no face, no eyes—just the faint suggestion of form, limbs outlined by subtle distortions in the air. He was solid. Present. Exposed.

For the first time in his existence, Absence felt solid ground beneath feet that didn’t exist.

He stopped cold.

Shock—an entirely new sensation—rippled through the void, making his form waver and blur, edges fraying as if trying to slip back into absence.

But the Anchor held fast.

He was here… and he was stuck.

Nia and Katherine sprang into action.

They rushed him.

Nia moved first—her wings bursting open in a whirlwind of multicolored fire, a sword of pure, consuming flame already in hand. In a blink, she closed the gap, her slash cutting toward where a throat should be.

Absence reacted—arm lifting as an instinctive shield of negation flared—but it wasn’t enough.

The blade sliced into his limb—SHK!—tearing through darkness that spilled black mist, the wound stubbornly refusing to heal.

Katherine moved like a graceful streak of crimson silk and blood essence.

For the longest time, she had been a vampire who used sound to her advantage, able to sing and manipulate it with ease.

Yet, since becoming Primavus, she hadn’t completely abandoned it.

Instead, she just focused more on blood.

With Sonna already embodying Sound and Music, she sought something unique to herself—blood, which no other Primavus, not even Raven, had claimed.

Her hands danced, sending blood whips snapping in sharp, crisscross patterns around his torso, legs, and arms. With a hard pull, she yanked.

Absence stumbled—the first real mistake in ages—and as the fight turned one-sided, he panicked and unleashed his titles.

Yes, titles, not just one but two.

Normally unable to speak or make a sound, he now let out the most emotionless roar his newly formed body could produce.

“I AM ABSENCE!”

{The Unseen}

Reality pushed back—space around him folding into emptiness, trying to wipe Nia and Katherine from awareness.

But the Nullpoint Anchor throbbed again, rose-gold veins blazing.

The title flipped.

Absence was forced to show itself again—too bright, every edge of his form carved clean, the darkness flaring into a blinding negative light.

Nia laughed, wild and exhilarated, and pushed the attack.

Her flaming sword struck again and again, slicing away pieces of his form, each wound resisting any chance to mend, every fragment consumed by her fire before it could fade back into the void.

Katherine’s blood whips constricted—wrapping around his neck, wrists, and ankles—yanking hard in every direction at once.

Absence writhed, its shape twisting out of control.

{Devourer of Being}

His second title sprang to life as the void itself lunged to consume them—black maws yawning wide in every direction, tugging at reality.

But Nia’s flames roared back.

A multicolored blaze erupted, devouring the devourers, swallowing the maws before they could snap shut, hurling negation back at its origin.

Absence faltered once more—its form shrinking, flickering.

It wasn’t just the Nullpoint Anchor that made this fight so tough for Absence.

He was facing two women who had reached the highest known state of being in the Lower Dimension.

They weren’t just Peak Cosmic Overlords—they were Conceptual Existences, beings even True Progenitors struggled against.

And in this case, Absence, a false Progenitor without an artifact, could do nothing against them.

His titles meant nothing, as everything he tried was consumed by Nia while Katherine struck with whips that bound his movements at each and every turn.

He roared once more—desperate as ever now.

|Absolute Precept of Negation|

“All that is, shall not be. All that exists shall cease.”

Space collapsed around them—reality trying to enforce non-existence.

Katherine’s smile was soft—terrifying in its calm certainty.

Her precept flared in answer.

|Absolute Precept – Eternal Devotion|

“You’re mine—soul, blood, existence. No betrayal, no escape, only eternal devotion.”

The words weren’t loud; they didn’t have to be.

Reality yielded.

Absence’s Absolute Precept of Negation slammed into it—and broke apart.

The space around them stopped collapsing and began to reverse—not with force, but with a quiet certainty. The void that had tried to erase them folded in on itself, compelled to exist, to be seen, and to belong to Katherine.

Then the sound of Nia’s voice could be heard as she was smiling ear to ear.

|Embrace of Destruction|

HUMMMMM!!!!

Her power burst forth, arms stretching—not of flesh, but of pure hunger and ruin—multicolored flames twisting into massive, clawed limbs of void-born destruction.

They coiled around Absence in a fierce embrace.

He froze.

The flames sank deep.

Then, something impossible happened.

Absence—made entirely of absence—wanted more.

His form trembled, edges blurring, darkness rolling in waves of strange euphoria as the fire consumed him from within. He reached out, claws gripping Nia’s ’shoulders’ of destruction—not to push her away, but to draw her closer.

More.

More.

The craving took hold of him completely.

Nia’s flames drew in tighter.

They swelled and surged—consuming everything: titles, beliefs, negation, existence, nothingness—every trace of what had once been Absence.

He broke apart—quietly, beautifully—like shadow-glass, scattering into shimmering embers of every color, spiraling upward into the pull of Nia’s void-sun mark.

She let out a single breath—soft, content.

“Ah, not too bad… we finished a bit ahead of schedule at that.” She said as Katherine floated beside her.

“Well, that should count as being Primavus like, right? We ended the war even before Thalion’s infinite calculations.”

And she wasn’t wrong, as the sound of Creara reached their ears.

“Well, well, it seems our little sisters are quite impressive. Now, tell me, what is it you desire?” she asked in a sweet tone.

The girls exchanged glances before speaking in unison.

“We’ll wait until Ash is back.”

—-

Back in Universe 28, Tylor and Lirael stood in the same spot, with the cosmic roads stretching behind them like veins of starlight.

Before them floated a sweeping multifront display—dozens of translucent panels hanging in the air, each showing a different battlefield across the Tyrannus Universe in real time.

The scenes shifted with sharp, unyielding clarity: galaxies aflame, fortresses collapsing, legions colliding in a silent, destructive rhythm.

Tylor’s eyes stayed wide, unblinking.

Lirael’s hand rested gently on his arm, her fiery composure giving way to something almost like disbelief.

The destruction spread with eerie precision.

Sure, they were Asuras, infamous for their psychotic, battle-crazed nature and all that. But right now, they were stunned—what lay before them wasn’t just fighting, it was absolute domination.

In the first panel, Nia’s Eternal Guard ripped through the eastern front.

Waves of multicolored fire rolled over entire sectors, void-black armor glinting as they descended like a living storm of hunger.

Tyrannus fleets disintegrated mid-formation, ships collapsing into ash before a single shot could be fired.

One guard—a tall woman with wings of black-and-crimson flame—touched down on a command dreadnought; her fire exploded outward, consuming the hull, the crew, and the very idea of the ship until it was simply gone.

Another panel revealed Katherine’s Bloody Covenant.

They slipped through enemy lines like silent predators—white and crimson shapes gliding, their blood-essence silks flowing.

With a simple gesture, Simone sent blood whips snapping out, sealing whole battalions inside crimson voids.

Trapped soldiers pounded at unseen walls, mouths open in silent screams as their loyalties twisted, weapons turning on comrades before they crumpled into obedient husks.

The allied leaders ran the battlefield like clockwork. Ignis Drakon and Sola Drakon tore through the Tyrannus fire-lords—eternal flames clashing with molten fury, phoenix rebirths turning enemy attacks into fuel for bigger blazes.

One swing of Ignis’s greatsword lit up an entire armada, while Sola’s lava whip wrapped a flagship and crushed it into molten scrap.

Umbra and Ebon Reven slid through shadow-weavers—void swallowing void, their scythes and veils wiping out whole shadow legions without leaving a trace.

Umbra’s whisper drifted across the projection.

“Your darkness was never yours.”

Thunderforge’s hammer smashed into storm-forged titans—thunder meeting thunder, crystal shattering crystal, each strike sending shockwaves that cracked planetary crusts light-years away.

Crystalveil’s rapier danced—lightning weaving through enemy lines, turning their storms back on them.

Temporal Echo and Fateseer faced off against chronomancers—time twisting against time, futures rewritten in layered murmurs, pasts cut off before they began.

Everywhere told the same tale: overwhelming, precise domination.

No wasted motion.

No hesitation.

The Tyrannus Universe bled from a thousand perfectly placed cuts.

Tylor’s towering frame was tense, his dark eyes fixed on the projections, breath coming in shallow bursts.

“This…” he murmured, almost in awe, “…this isn’t war. This is erasure.”

Lirael’s fingers tightened on his arm.

“They aren’t fighting. They’re… ending it. Like pruning dead branches.”

Then, all at once, the projections shifted.

Rifts flared open across every battlefield—rose-gold portals blooming in perfect sync.

Nia and Katherine came through first, flames and blood-essence rising together.

Sandra followed, her thin sword still slick with the black ichor of Nyx’s fall.

Shia stepped out next, her fractured grin wide, euphoric madness still in her gaze.

One by one, the allied leaders made their return—Ignis and Sola wrapped in blazing solar fire, Umbra and Ebon cloaked in drifting void shadows, Thunderforge and Crystalveil crackling with stormlight, Temporal Echo and Fateseer folding seamlessly back into single timelines.

Behind them, the legions advanced—Eternal Guard and Crimson Veil moving in disciplined waves, armor gleaming, auras alight in the glow of triumph.

The many fragmented views flickered, then fused into one: the Tyrannus Universe in ruins, its leaders gone, its armies scattered or kneeling in broken surrender.

Tylor let out a long, shaky breath.

“They… did it.”

Lirael’s voice was soft, almost awed.

“In minutes.”

Nia stepped forward, folding her wings as the flames softened to gentle flickers. She glanced at Sandra and Shia, her smile easing.

“Now that those weaklings are out of the way… we have time to reconnect.”

Sandra exhaled, her eyes shining with pride and something more.

Shia’s broken smile returned—eager, wild, devoted.

The void pulsed with energy—victorious legions, awestruck allies, and the weight of an ending settling over them like a promise kept.

Nia cast a glance at Tylor and Lirael.

“Oh… and Welcome to the family.~”