Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

"Although I like watching your confusion," NovelGeek2 said casually, taking another slow drag from his joint, "I’ll be short... in order to win this battle. It’s not about killing Set or proving you’re stronger than him."

With the immense pride NovelGeek2 held for Ash, he would never dare make his final challenge something as simple as destroying a failed protagonist of his own creation.

No — that would be tantamount to disrespect toward all the hard work he had poured into Ash, and all the glory Ash himself had carved across existence.

The question was no longer how strong he could be within his own novel.

It was now beyond that.

With Ash having achieved all his goals — becoming the strongest, attaining complete freedom — that left only NovelGeek2’s final ambition.

One he was certain marked merely the beginning of a long, boundless road ahead.

"It’s about becoming the Epitome," NovelGeek2 said, his voice carrying quiet weight. "The Epitome of all power in fiction."

With those words.... Ash smiled.

He tossed his head back, looking up into the boundless white void with a low, genuine chuckle that echoed through the emptiness.

For a moment, the weight of everything — the journey, the power, the endless climb — seemed to settle comfortably on his shoulders.

"Alright..." he said, voice laced with amusement and quiet resolve. "Just this one time, I’ll move to the Author’s tune. It’s the least I can do for everything you’ve done for me."

In that moment, Ash looked toward the three Sets charging at him with unhinged fury. He leapt gracefully from the last supernova orb still burning in the void, landing lightly as the three mad figures closed in.

He zoned them out completely.

"GGs, mate."

HUMMMMMM!!!!!!

And then, for the first time, Ash released his true form.

In that very moment he began to change.... the entire boundless white void shattered.

A cataclysmic surge of power erupted from him — raw, absolute, and beyond comprehension.

The white expanse cracked like glass under the weight of his presence, fractures spreading outward in every direction as reality itself trembled and broke.

And as light and darkness bled together in violent harmony.... it was as if the void itself screamed.

Then... Ash completely shed his human disguise.

What emerged was no longer a man, but the Ineffable Canvas — the living embodiment of all things that had ever existed, and all things that had never been.

His form unfolded as a vast, ever-shifting expanse of pure glowing light and primordial darkness intertwining in an infinite, breathing painting.

Countless realities, stories, and possibilities were drawn and redrawn in real time across his being — great cosmic battles unfolding in fleeting brushstrokes.

In some there were ancient demons clashing against radiant heroes, fallen gods rising from oceans of shadow, entire civilizations blooming and crumbling within the span of a heartbeat.

Threads of luminous fate and dark potential wove endlessly through the canvas, creating and unmaking existence itself.

At the serene center of this living masterpiece sat a calm silhouette of Ash — cross-legged, eyes gently closed, as if he were both the artist and the painting at once.

His presence was absolute tranquility amid infinite creation.

Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

They were ever-shifting — sometimes holding nine spinning black rings, sometimes clocks ticking backward through time, sometimes galaxies being born and dying in their depths.

And... when those eyes fully opened, the transformation deepened.

HUMMMMM!!!!

In that very moment, Ash did what he had always done since the start of his journey. He saw, and he took—only to make it infinitely better.

And he took everything that made Set who he was.

Set’s eyes widened in pure, unfiltered horror as he felt something fundamental being torn from his very existence...

His body jerked violently, red eyes flickering with confusion and dawning terror.

"W-What... what is this—?!" he stammered, voice cracking. "What are you—?!"

He made every effort to wrap his head around it, struggling to piece together the fragments that might make sense.

At the same time, he fought against it with all the resistance he could muster, unwilling to let it take hold without a battle.

But the more he looked at Ash, the more he felt pieces of himself slipping away.

His memories, his madness, his power, his very name — they unraveled like threads being pulled from an old tapestry.

Each fragment was gently, mercilessly drawn into Ash’s infinite canvas, becoming nothing more than another stroke in the endless painting.

Set’s laughter died in his throat....

His body began to dissolve, slow and agonizing. As He reached out with a trembling hand, red eyes wide with disbelief as his fingers started to fade.

"No... I don’t... I don’t understand—" His voice grew smaller, more desperate. "Stop!"

But Ash didn’t slow down.

He didn’t even spare him a glance, and he certainly wasn’t finished yet. No — from the very beginning, his goal had been the Unknown.

And so, without hesitation, he stripped away everything that gave it meaning, everything that made it what it was as well.

HUMMMMMM!!!!

The remaining white void began to tremble.

The last traces of the ruined dungeon, the bizarre room filled with human clutter, the shattered remnants of reality itself — all of it started to break apart.

Piece by piece, they dissolved into streams of light and shadow, flowing toward Ash like rivers returning to the ocean.

The entire space folded into him, becoming part of the eternal canvas.

And.... in that moment, Ash conquered the Unknown itself.

His form expanded further, becoming something beyond even the concept of existence.

He and the rest of his clan now resided as something to which the very ideas of "knowing" or "not knowing" no longer applied. They were the Epitome — the living pinnacle of all power in fiction, the final word written across every story ever told and untold.

And... even the white void around him no longer existed as a space.

It had become an extension of him — a canvas upon which all things were possible, and from which all things could be unmade.

NovelGeek2 watched from the side, still lounging casually with his joint and pineapple slices. A proud, deeply satisfied smile spread across his face as he took a slow drag, exhaling a thin trail of smoke.

"That’s my boy," he murmured with quiet pride, eyes gleaming with genuine admiration. "Now... I think my time here is done as well."

He stood up slowly....

As he did, a portion of his own essence flowed forward, merging gently into Ash’s infinite portrait — a final, willing addition to the canvas.

His body began to dissolve, fading into a swirl of soft, glowing particles.

Just before disappearing entirely, he glanced at Ash with a gentle smile.

"We’ll meet again soon." And with that, he was gone, leaving the space wrapped in deep, echoing silence.

Ash slowly reverted, his true form folding back until he once again stood as himself — calm, steady, and alone in the emptiness.

A small, quiet smile rested on his lips.

He had come so far.

From the very beginning, through blood, power, loss, and victory... he had finally reached the end of this long road.

And yet, standing there in the quiet aftermath, he felt something rare settle in his chest — not pride, not satisfaction, but a deep, peaceful sense of completion.

"Ah... well, there’s just one last place left to erase, and then," he said, starting to fade away...

"Pantheos will stand as the only true cosmology."

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