Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

[A/N: FYI, only Dream’s endless Reality will be shown... the same thing is happening with the others. If you’re interested, lol, check out Nullen’s story, as the others—excluding Dream—will be revealed eventually.] ;)

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After being given the go-ahead, the Dream reappeared directly in the heart of her Reality.

She hovered above what remained of her core — a vast, once-shattered plain now slowly knitting itself back together under her will.

The lavender grass beneath her rippled like water as she descended, her bare feet touching down gently.

"To be endless," she muttered, her voice soft but resolute.

HUMMM!!!

The moment the words left her, the transformation began.

The ground trembled — not violently, but deeply, as if the very foundation of the realm was waking up after eons of slumber.

The lavender grass spread outward in waves, growing thicker, taller, and more vibrant, each blade now carrying a faint, living pulse.

Trees that had been mere skeletal remains surged upward, their trunks thickening with new bark that shimmered like polished bone.

It’s branches unfurling into canopies that bloomed with flowers made of pure thought — colors that shifted depending on who looked at them.

The sky above churned and expanded.

What had once been a slow-moving twilight canvas now stretched infinitely, layer upon layer of dream-realms stacking atop one another.

The first layer remained the familiar lavender plain, but above it, new layers began to form — each one more vivid, more real than the last.

The Dream closed her eyes, arms spread wide as she poured her newfound power into the realm.

An Endless Reality wasn’t just a single plane of existence, nor anything like ordinary realities.

It didn’t include the lower frameworks, such as the Multiverse and below.

Instead, it was 999 realities stacked seamlessly into one.

The first layer — accessible to any 20th Dimensional being or higher — was the foundation: a vast, dream-like landscape where thoughts could shape small things, where imagination could briefly become real.

The second layer, accessible only at the 21st Dimensional threshold, became more solid. In this realm, dreams lingered longer, shaping whole cities or ecosystems that endured even after the dreamer moved on.

With each hundred-level cap, the layers became denser, more solid, more real.

By the 100th layer, a 25th Dimensional being could walk through entire civilizations built purely from collective dreams — cities that moved, evolved, and remembered their creators.

And it kept going.

The higher the layer, the more permanent and powerful the dreams became.

By the uppermost layers, a dreamer could create entire functioning realities— complete with their own decrees, histories, and inhabitants — that existed independently, sustained by nothing but pure will.

HUMMMM!!!!

The Dream’s body glowed brighter as she wove this structure into being.

The once-fractured realm stabilized, expanding outward in all directions.

Mountains of living memory rose in the distance; their peaks crowned with clouds that whispered forgotten stories.

Rivers of liquid thought flowed through valleys, carrying echoes of hopes and fears that could be drunk like water.

Lastly, forests of possibility grew thick and wild, where every tree held a thousand branching futures within its leaves.

When the transformation finally eased, the Dream opened her eyes.

She found herself in the heart of a Reality unlike any she had known.

No longer a shattered, locked fragment, it was now one of countless infinite worlds.

Slowly, she turned, taking in her new form with quiet wonder and deep contentment. For the first time in endless cycles, she felt truly free.

And she knew—this was just the start.

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"Not bad," Ash said as he and the three spirits appeared alongside her.

The Dream turned toward him, her colorful eyes deep with gratitude. She opened her mouth to speak, the words of thanks already forming on her lips.

Before she could utter them, Creara floated forward with a playful grin.

"Don’t say it," she teased, wagging a finger. "There’s no need for it Dreamy, and he doesn’t like to hear it either."

The Dream tilted her head, a soft, amused smile forming as she accepted the banter. She then looked back at Ash, curiosity clear in her ever-shifting gaze.

"What are we doing next?"

Snap!

Ash smiled, a calm, knowing expression on his face as he snapped his fingers.

Ancestor Sealing reappeared beside them — the old man’s face streaked with dried tears, his eyes hollow and exhausted.

His mouth was still gone, snatched off by Ash earlier, leaving him unable to speak.

He looked as he was.... utterly broken.

Ash chuckled darkly, as he was not done with this fellow at all.

"I’ll be moving you all into your true home now."

Snap!

With another snap of his fingers, not just the Dream’s newly restored Reality, but the other seventeen Lost Realities of her siblings were all teleported into Pantheos.

They appeared as small, glowing orbs floating in the void above the vast, endless expanse of Pantheos — each one a condensed version of their Endless potential, waiting to be expanded and given proper space.

The siblings manifested shortly after — ethereal beings of various forms, each one radiating the unique essence of their own Lost Reality.

They looked around in shock, their eyes widening as they took in the sheer scale and power of Pantheos stretching out beneath them.

One of them, a being of swirling light and shadow, spoke first.

"What... is this reality?" he asked in awe. "It feels... so much more than anything we’ve known."

Another, a figure of flowing liquid gold, turned toward the Dream.

"And I suppose he’s the mysterious man behind it all?"

The Dream nodded, her voice calm.

"Of course. You all, meet Ash Originat," she said.

Ash watched them with a relaxed smile; hands tucked in his pockets.

"Welcome to your new home," he said, gesturing below.

"This is the Main Reality — Pantheos... also my Reality. Yours will exist within it now. Do as you please. Help whoever you want. Shape your domains however you like. I don’t care."

The siblings exchanged glances — some cautious, some curious, and some already thrilled by the limitless possibilities before them.

Dream had already told them about the aspect of true freedom and how casual Ash seemed to be... so hearing this they wasted no time.

Without another word, they began to disperse, each returning to their own orb to begin the process of fully manifesting and expanding their Endless Realities.

Ash hovered in the air alongside Dream and the other spirits.

"Alright, I should get things ready... before I dive into something else."