Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

As the members of Ash’s Eternal Guard dispersed, Nia herself appeared on top of the fortress.

She stood on the highest tower, the wind tugging at her long black hair as she overlooked the quiet landscape.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she accessed the Map of Existence through her status menu. Ash had long removed all the Sub-Nexuses, but his wives and children of course had special privileges.

The map spread out before her like a living scroll — a complete, intricate layout of Reality Twelve.

The Map of Existence revealed everything about the realm one called home. And with each evolution, it became only more precise and richly detailed.

Before her eyes on a projection, every faction was marked clearly.

Territories, strongholds, hidden bases, and resource points, along with member counts, average ranks, key leaders, and rough estimates of combat strength, were all laid out in sharp, glowing text.

Like majority of Realities, there were 99 Domains in total, each one ruled by a powerful Clan, Sect, or other faction.

Some were vast cultivation empires, others hidden orders of alchemists or master artifact forgers, and a few were wild beast territories ruled by primal hierarchy.

At the very pinnacle stood six Ancestors — ancient beings whose power spanned from Seventeenth to Nineteenth Dimensional rank.

Their names and domains appeared in bold, radiant script....

Ancestor Shadow— Ruler of the Shadow Dominion

Ancestor Flame — Master of the Eternal Pyre Sect

Ancestor Storm — Patriarch of the Thunder Heavens Clan

Ancestor Popo — Guardian of the Eternal Chambers

Ancestor Wukong — The leader of the Sayian Warriors — the most reclusive, said to dwell at the heart of the First Domain

Nia’s eyes scanned every detail of the map and not long after, a small, predatory smile formed on her lips.

"99 Domains... six Ancestors... and countless others prancing beneath."

She zoomed in on a particular area, noticing countless dots moving in and out.

"Huh?" She raised an eyebrow, knowing the dots represented beings at the location. Normally, it would be no different from a single faction.

But this time, the colors varied, indicating multiple factions gathered in one place.

With a swift motion, she folded the map and looked out toward the horizon.

"With a single Ancestor there, I wouldn’t call it perfect, but..." she murmured before vanishing without a trace.

She had said things would start the next day, yet it wouldn’t be the Ineffable way if she didn’t offer this Reality a hint of warning before the true countdown began.

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Ancestor Shadow stood at the center of a massive underground hall, surrounded by thousands of lower faction leaders and their most loyal followers.

The hall was dimly lit by floating orbs of dark energy, the air thick with incense and the low chanting of devotees.

Banners bearing the emblem of a devouring shadow hung from the ceiling.

He had been planning this scheme for cycles — a grand ritual that would propel him and all those under him to become the undisputed rulers of Reality Twelve.

Which meant Ancestor Wukong and the Saiyans had to die.

The beginning of the plan was the Great Sacrifice.

As mentioned before, beings in this realm thrived on loss and even death, which made Ancestor Wukong and the Saiyans unmatched in this Reality.

Their race, a hybrid between Humans and Battle Monkeys, was naturally strong in this regard.

Every battle they fought, every loss they endured, only made them stronger by nature. It was as if they were perfectly made for this Reality.

All the lower factions had already pledged to give up everything — not for actual death, but for a grand resurgence in power and mana-qi. It was a mass offering meant to fuel their rise.

Ancestor Shadow stood at the center, his voice low as he muttered to himself, shadows curling around him like loyal pets.

"Soon... with their sacrifice, my power will surge," he said, his black-and-white tail flicking lazily behind him.

"Wukong and his monkeys will fall. The Saiyans will be erased from existence. And I... I will reign as the sole ruler of Reality Twelve."

He paused, watching and listening to the chanting that rose like a symphony.

"There will be no more sharing the throne with those fools. Only me."

It was clear that once his power rivaled Ancestor Wukong’s, everyone beneath him— even the other Ancestors— would fall under his will alone.

The chanting swelled, the air in the hall growing heavy with energy.

Then, without warning, Nia appeared in the middle of the gathering.

She wore her usual baggy black attire, long black hair falling straight down her back, black eyes calm and sharp, with the black sun symbol glowing faintly on her forehead.

With her appearance, the chanting stopped abruptly.

Ancestor Shadow frowned, his shadowy aura flaring as he sensed her presence.

He could feel her existence level was lower than his own, and in that moment, he subconsciously began treating her as such.

Like a lesser being.

"Tsk, little ants crawling into places they have no business." he said with a scoff.

The shadows around began to move around him as he continued to speak.

"Speak, who are you?" He asked.

Nia smiled—slow, sharp, and completely unfazed.

Her gaze wandered, curiosity piqued by what could bring such a mix of beings together.

But then she noticed them, all cloaked in dark hoodies, standing hand in hand in a massive circle... their blood streaming from their chests into the center.

She tilted her head, not paying any mind to the words of the Ancestor.

"Just what the hell is going on here?" And though she asked aloud, the question was not for them at all.

But to Elysia through their bond.

Ancestor Shadow studied her for a moment, noting how casual she was standing there in the middle of his ritual.

In this moment he noticed that there was no mana nor any variant of mana coming from her.

His frown deepened. ’Is she from a lost reality?’ he wondered, as it seemed the only logical answer.

Yet something felt off.

There was no mark on her wrist from the Threshold of Existence, and if she had crossed over from another Reality, the Watcher would have reported a Breach.

Still, noticing she didn’t react to the Sacrifice unfolding before her, he discreetly signaled the others to carry on with the ritual while he stalled for time.

"What Reality are you from?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of suspicion and forced politeness.

As they spoke, Elysia’s voice came through the bond, calm and steady.

’Well, he’s performing a mass sacrifice. From what I’ve learned about this Reality, these beings thrive on loss in battle...’ she explained, continuing with the details of the realm and the ritual.

Taking it all in, Nia’s smile remained unchanged as she casually addressed the Ancestor Shadow.

"Does it matter where I’m from? I’m just passing through," she said with a shrug. "Though this little gathering of yours does look... interesting."

Ancestor Shadow’s eyes narrowed further, but he kept his tone level, still trying to stall.

"Interesting?" He questioned, "For your information, you are interrupting a sacred rite."

He paused for a moment, trying to see if Nia would show anything besides her absolute casualness.

Seeing that she didn’t he shook his head. Usually he wouldn’t even waste words, but currently he himself could do nothing until the ritual ended.

"Young Lady, you should leave before you offend forces far beyond your understanding."

Behind him, the ritual pressed on—the cloaked figures chanting louder, their blood spilling faster into the central pool as the air thickened with rising power.

Nia tilted her head, and as she finished speaking to Elysia, she reached a conclusion. Crossing her legs effortlessly in midair, she spoke.

"Go ahead, continue your ritual," she said. "Only then will I give you a proper introduction."