Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 637: Ash vs The Father

The Father was one of the three primordial beings to ever exist in the known cosmology of this story.

Alongside the Mother, he embodied the very height of power—beings who could bend, reshape, or erase reality with nothing more than a thought.

Everything that followed them—every fragment of existence, every Idea, every Warden, Sentinel, and Domain Lord—were merely pieces on a board.

Tools for an endless game between two forces long weary of their own creation. But now, in this moment, that carefully crafted illusion of supremacy was beginning to unravel.

Ahem..... Enough of this NovelGeek2 bullshit.

Yes.... As you can probably tell, I’m Ash, and right now I’m making some slight edits to Chapters in NovelGeek’s drafts.

Let’s skip the unnecessary explanations and get to the real reason I came here.

By now we should all know there’s no being that could ever make me fearful. I’m also not here to prove any point—haha, I’m much simpler than that, and you should know that by now.

I just wanted to see this guy—someone older than time itself—put to the test.

That’s all... truly, I was only curious to witness how a being who had never actually fought in his entire existence would handle himself when thrown into a real battle.

Sure, NovelGeek2 hypes up his power like it’s the stuff of legends, but I think that’s complete nonsense.

That’s exactly why I showed up without even trying to raise my rank, just to keep things fair.

It should level the playing field, right?

Not that it’ll matter in the grand scheme of things. Anyway, enough talk—let’s get to the action.

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BOOOOOOM!!!!!!

The Father’s body was violently blasted backward.

A long, golden streak of pure existence tore through the black expanse of the Primordial Expanse as he was sent flying at incredible speed.

The golden trail burned behind him like a scar across the void.

"GRRRAAAAAHHHH—!!!"

A raw, agonized scream tore from the Father’s throat.

It wasn’t just pain from impact — it was as if his very essence was being scorched from the inside.

The golden energy left behind by Ash’s attack continued to burn into him, refusing to fade.

And unlike the Mother’s pure white existence, Ash’s was golden, and far more aggressive in its rejection of Nonexistence.

The Father’s flight eventually came to a violent stop as he crashed through several floating structures of screaming stone, shattering them on impact.

When he finally regained control and stabilized himself, he slowly raised his head.

His eyes burned with pure, unrestrained rage.

On his forehead, right where Ash had flicked him, a glowing golden mark remained.

It pulsed faintly, refusing to heal or disappear.

Ash watched quietly as the Father raised a hand to the golden mark burned into his forehead.

The moment his fingers made contact, a sharp, pained hiss escaped him. The mark flared violently in response, as if rejecting his touch.

The Father’s silhouette quivered with barely restrained fury, the darkness swirling around him like a brewing storm.

From Ash’s viewpoint, though, something far more intriguing was unfolding.

"Hmm, this is pretty neat," he muttered, his newly evolved eyes—enhanced by the Unseen—granting him sight beyond what was ever meant to be perceived.

As the Father glared at him with fury, Ash noticed the narrative itself responding. Faint, unseen threads of the story began to twist and rearrange around the Father.

At first, it was barely noticeable, but soon Ash could see it plain as day.

An unseen hand reached from above and tore a page straight from the novel.

HUMMMM!!!!

The instant it was removed, reality around them snapped backward in a violent rewind. The golden mark on the Father’s forehead blinked out of existence.

The long streak of pure being carved through the Primordial Expanse dissolved. Even the feeling of Ash’s finger flicking the Father’s head vanished, as though it had never been.

Everything returned to the exact moment just before Ash had moved.

Ash stood in the same position he had been in prior to the attack, his hand lowered. The Father was once again untouched, his silhouette steady and whole.

The only thing that remained was Ash’s knowledge of what had just occurred.

The Father, unaware that Ash had witnessed the narrative correction, glared at him with renewed hostility.

The Father’s silhouette grew darker, the pressure around him surging with ancient, primordial fury.

His voice echoed across the void, cold and layered with ancient authority.

"I will punish the Mother’s unruly child," he declared, his tone carrying the weight of absolute judgment.

"You will learn what it means to raise your hand against one of the three primordial beings."

As he spoke, the Father raised both hands.

HUMMMM!!!

His movements were unhurried and precise, as though he were fine-tuning something unseen in the space around him.

To the casual onlooker, it might have seemed like nothing at all was taking place. But to Ash, it was unmistakable.

The Father was altering the story itself, shaping reality with deliberate care.

Ash watched with calm, narrowed eyes as thin, invisible threads of the story began shifting around him. The Father was actively editing reality, attempting to strip away Ash’s connection to his own Existence Essence and Divinity.

HUMMMM!!!!

With a final, sweeping motion of his hand, the Father wrote a new sequence into existence.

The darkness of the Primordial Expanse itself came alive.

The black void around Ash suddenly surged forward like a living entity, condensing into a massive, clawed hand made of pure Nonexistence. It moved with terrifying speed, aiming to deliver a retaliatory "pluck" directly to Ash’s forehead — mirroring the attack he had used earlier.

But Ash had already seen it coming.

With a casual tilt of his head, he leaned to the side at the last possible moment.

The massive claw of darkness missed him by mere inches, tearing through the space where his head had been just a second ago.

The attack continued past him and slammed into a distant structure of screaming stone, reducing it to nothing in an instant.

Ash landed lightly a short distance away, his expression unchanged. He glanced back at the Father with a faint, almost disappointed smile.

"Tsk, I knew it," Ash remarked, his tone laced with mockery. "NovelGeek2 should have at least given you some kind of hidden mechanism."

He casually brushed off his shoulder, unfazed by the close call.

"Honestly, it’s a bit pathetic. For someone who’s supposed to be one of the three strongest beings in this cosmology... you really have no idea how to fight, do you?"