Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 177: The Serpent’s Lullaby

“Melara, are you ready?” A woman with long black hair and matching eyes spoke as she looked at the floating Melara.

Currently they were about 10 million km out from the battlefield taking place in front of the Myriad Domain.

The Dreamweavers Sect were not ranked inside the top ten—they were just a few places behind sitting at 15. Though, it wouldn’t make a difference if they fought or not, because they would pass regardless.

But who could really miss an opportunity such as this one?

While the other sects sieged, the Dreamweavers plotted and planned.

Their strongest on paper was the woman floating next to Melara, at the Sixth Calamity… But the entire Sect knew that at the fourth Calamity, it wasn’t anyone stronger than Melara currently for their sect.

Melara’s eyes shot open as she smiled beautifully—her lips curving in a way that seemed too gentle for the chaos unfolding millions of kilometers away.

“Always, big sister. You all just need to channel your mana into this core.” She gestured to a core of mana that resembled a music symbol—elegant, glowing lines of silver and violet forming a stylized eighth note that pulsed with inner rhythm, suspended in the air like a captured heartbeat.

Hearing this, all 8,789 remaining members channeled their mana into it.

The moment they did a formation appeared in the skies behind Melara.

It looked like thousands of scriptures, verses, and songs covering the skies in a beautiful purple color—ancient glyphs and flowing musical notation intertwining into vast, shimmering tapestries that stretched across the horizon, humming with latent power as they slowly rotated like a living constellation.

|Calamity Law – Symphony of Shattered Harmony|

This Calamity Law enhanced the power of her music by turning every note into a weapon of absolute resonance. It amplified sound waves into reality-altering frequencies—each chord could shatter barriers, each melody could rewrite emotions, each harmony could unify chaos into devastating order.

Her Calamity Law activated followed by the Laws of Music, Sound, Hearing, Emotions.

Her eyes shone bright purple as the music symbols in her irises began to rotate clockwise—spiraling faster and faster, pulling ambient mana into her pupils like twin black holes of melody.

Then from the very depths of her soul… she summoned an aspect.

It was a paragon-ranked Harp that spilled the essence of Emotions and Music—strings of pure silver light stretched across a frame of translucent violet crystal, each string glowing with captured feelings: love, rage, sorrow, ecstasy, despair.

When plucked, the harp did not merely produce sound—it released waves of raw emotion that reshaped the battlefield according to the note’s intent.

The moment she played…

HUMMM!!!

The first note rang out—clear, haunting, impossibly beautiful—and the air itself shivered.

Then the second note layered in—deeper, darker—and the battlefield began to feel it. A low, serpentine hiss slithered through the music, hidden beneath the melody like a snake biting from behind.

The sound was subtle at first—almost loving—until it struck.

A serpent manifested in the skies above the battlefield—massive, coiling, formed of translucent purple sound waves laced with black emotional venom.

SHATTER!!!!

Its presence threw everything into further turmoil—barriers to the stronghold faltered, flickering like candles in wind, runes cracking …. as the serpent’s hiss burrowed into the minds of defenders and attackers alike.

Melara’s fingers danced across the Harp with effortless grace, each pluck sending ripples of emotion through the air—love twisted into longing, rage softened into sorrow, ecstasy edged with despair.

Then she began to sing.

Her voice rose like mist over a midnight lake—soft at first, almost tender, weaving through the battlefield like silk threads.

“In the quiet cradle where echoes first awaken, we sway with shadows grieving what’s been broken. Let the heartstrings loosen, let the rivers fade away, for the song of the fallen will live on beyond the day.”

Each line lingered in the air—haunting, hypnotic—beautiful enough to bring tears yet laced with an undercurrent of inevitability that made hearts stutter.

The notes wrapped around the minds of friend and foe alike, pulling at buried grief, forgotten love, suppressed rage. Allies faltered mid-swing, eyes glazing as memories flooded in—loved ones lost, promises broken—blades dropping from trembling hands.

Enemies screamed as the song unearthed their deepest regrets, turning courage into hesitation, fury into weeping despair.

“Hear the lullaby drifting through graves long cold… The cradle stands empty, the story left untold… We rise from the ashes, we tumble through flame… And the music remembers… it always recalls your name…”

The serpent in the sky coiled tighter—its translucent purple body shimmering with every note Melara sang, fangs dripping black venom that fell like rain, burning through armor and flesh with silent, emotional corrosion.

The melody swelled—her voice climbing higher, sweeter, more piercing—until the battlefield itself seemed to hum in resonance, the ground vibrating, the air thickening with sound that could no longer be ignored.

Allies turned on one another—friends seeing enemies in each other’s faces, blades flashing in betrayal—CRASH!—blood spraying in arcs as confusion reigned.

Deaths began to pile up—bodies dropping mid-swing, hearts stopping from the sheer emotional overload, screams turning to choked sobs as sorrow flooded their souls.

One moment the Serpent was in the skies and the next moment it was falling onto the entire

However, before Melara could utter another verse… she was coldly interrupted by the roar of Thalion.

Back on the battlefield, the Originats were perhaps the only ones who hadn’t lost their minds.

This was largely due to Thalion already calculating something like this happening—his mind always several steps ahead, eyes scanning probabilities even as blades flashed around him.

With Nia and Vaeloria following the plan and finishing their opponents, they were able to cut the invaders down to half—their combined destruction carving through ranks like twin blades through silk, leaving trails of charred corpses and broken formations behind.

With Melara’s intrusion, the stronghold lay defenseless, as more than half of the participants had fallen or been eliminated—bodies strewn across the ground in tangled heaps, blood seeping into the soil until it flowed in dark, winding streams.

“NOW SONNA!” Thalion exclaimed as he disengaged with his opponent.