Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 260: An Efficient Slaughter (2)

Nia reappeared in the center of Lester and Victoria’s private chambers.

The room was spacious and lavish, with walls of gleaming black marble streaked with crimson lightning and a ceiling swallowed by swirling shadows.

At its center stood a massive bed of dark silk and bone, while crimson light from floating orbs sent long, flickering shadows dancing across glistening skin.

“AHH! MORE LESTER!”

Lester, towering and broad-shouldered, charcoal-black skin etched in glowing crimson runes—had Victoria bent over the edge of the bed, gripping her hips with bruising force.

He thrust into her from behind with brutal rhythm, low growls rumbling from his chest, hair whipping with each motion. Victoria arched beneath him, her hair spilling across silk sheets, moans sharp and commanding, claws raking the mattress as she pushed back into him.

They were wrapped up in each other, the war fading from their minds for a fleeting moment.

Then Nia showed up.

With a gentle whoosh of multicolored flame, she appeared in the center of the room—tall and commanding, wings partly unfurled, a void-black sun marking faintly glowing on her forehead, eyes like dark voids edged in crimson fire.

The air seemed to twist—heat surging, shadows pulling back.

Lester froze mid-motion, Victoria’s moan abruptly silenced.

Nia tilted her head, her voice calm, almost disinterested.

“You two are far too relaxed for a clan at war.”

The instant her words left her lips, every defensive mechanism in the room flared to life.

Crimson runes flared along the walls—barriers of oppressive law locking into place, spatial seals tightening, void chains whipping out from concealed sigils, and negation fields spreading to wipe away intruders.

Then, almost immediately, they failed.

POP!

Crimson barriers flickered out of existence, spatial locks shattered like brittle glass, void chains dissolved into wisps of smoke, and negation fields folded inward with a gentle hush.

Lester’s eyes went wide with a mix of anger and shock.

“What the hell?!”

He yanked himself away from Victoria—still bare, still burning with adrenaline—and charged at Nia with a roar, claws bared, crimson runes blazing across his skin.

Nia’s frown was subtle, yet carried a quiet disappointment.

“So….. damn gross,” she muttered.

She lifted one hand.

FWOOOOM!

Multicolored flames burst from her feet, surging upward in a blazing mix of black, crimson, gold, purple, and deep void-purple, consuming Lester from the ground up.

“ARGHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!!”

His legs vanished in seconds, muscle and bone disintegrating into ash mid-step, the runes fading as the fire devoured them.

He screamed, but nothing worked—nothing he tried could put out the flames.

Rage twisted into agony, claws swiping helplessly as fire crawled up his torso, melting flesh, blackening organs, revealing ribs that splintered and fell apart.

He fell forward—half a man—still reaching for her throat.

Nia stood frozen, events unfolding so fast that Victoria was only just shaking off her haze of bliss. Straightening—naked and furious—she unleashed her precept.

|Absolut Precept – Ultra Dominion|

“All who stand before me, kneel, break, or cease!”

Reality warped—tyrannical law rippling outward in waves of crimson command, bending wills, crushing resistance, erasing existence itself.

But Nia’s voice rang out in that same instant.

|Absolute Precept – Obsessive Eternal Claim|

“You are mine, claimed and devoured for eternity.”

But that was not all, her physique erupted in tandem.

The Devouring Yandere Physique was utterly broken, all thanks to one man. It worked in a strange way—being a Yandere, she naturally hated sharing Ash, yet she had no choice but to accept it.

From the start, he made it clear he would have many lovers, and the physique simply took advantage of that.

Any woman who had been or would ever be near Ash would inevitably give her something of her choosing.

And right now, she used Raven’s power of Hollowness.

Victoria’s absolute dominion clashed with Nia’s claim—and crumbled.

Her oppressive law fell apart before it could reach Nia—crimson waves dissolving into a void of silence, power stripped of power, command reduced to nothing.

Victoria’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief.

Nia stepped forward—not with her usual ranked weapon, but with one forged purely for devouring. She moved faster than thought.

SHK!

With one smooth, graceful slash, Victoria’s head separated from her shoulders in a burst of crimson, her body folding onto silk sheets as blood spread in eerie silence.

Nia gave the blade a quick flick, the blood dissolving into shimmering, multicolored embers.

Her gaze dropped to Lester—still aflame, still screaming, now nothing more than a writhing torso. She tilted her head.

“Pathetic.”

The flames flared one last time, devouring what was left in a final, fevered rush.

Then, silence.

The chamber stood free of tyrants.

She glanced at the empty bed, the flickering runes now dark.

A smile crept onto her face as everything unfolded just as planned, right on cue.

“ABSENCE!” Nyx Tyrana’s scream echoed through the entire universe, and as if it had always been there, the void writhed and shifted until a formless entity came racing across the cosmos.

“Oh no, you don’t, buddy,” Nia said as she and Katherine reappeared in the void between galaxies.

——

Sandra stepped through the rift.

The space between galaxies welcomed her—cold, endless, a black stretch dotted with fading stars and the dim red shimmer of battles raging far below.

No sound. No air. No weight, unless she chose it.

Nyx was already there.

The Third Heir of the Tyrannus floated in perfect stillness—tall, slender, skin dark as the void, long silver hair drifting, eyes like bottomless pits that reflected nothing.

Her armor was smooth obsidian that swallowed the light, carved with runes of flawless symmetry. In each hand, she held a short, curved blade—one gleaming silver, the other deep black—balanced with effortless precision.

As Sandra’s foot stepped into the void, Nyx’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“You came.”

Unlike the others, she wasn’t caught off guard. She hadn’t been expecting the whole ordeal either—it was simply that Absence had passed along the information to her only minutes ago.

Even so, Sandra remained silent, a smirk playing on her lips as Thalion’s plans and contingencies proved flawless.

’Make sure this bitch pays in the worst way!’ Lysa barked in her mind, leaning forward on her throne.

Sandra laughed manically and moved as her talent erupted.

|Carnage Chain|

It was a talent she thought would be useless in this situation, something that normally only worked when killing foes—one kill triggering exponential slaughter across marked enemies.

At first, she doubted it would work at all.

But Thalion’s calculations accounted for everything, even unconventional ways to use Talents.

Talents, after all, weren’t something people could usually enhance or get creative with.

They were tied directly to bloodline or physique, meaning the only way to improve them was to improve those aspects.

Most people used them at face value, except in rare cases.

Sandra, however, had fallen behind due to her death and hadn’t had the time to truly explore her power like most Cosmic Overlords.

Yet, according to Thalion, if she channeled her Talent not outwardly but directly into her sword, the effects wouldn’t just be per kill—they’d be per attack, per damage.

Every blow she landed would trigger exponential death, making even small cuts bring someone closer to their end.

Though she wanted to punish Nyx and perhaps even torture her, she didn’t let emotion cloud her judgment. Thalion’s calculations had been flawless so far—so why would she stop trusting them now?

Her slender sword—long, graceful, and seemingly delicate, its blade a glowing crimson that spilled light—swept forward in one smooth, flawless arc.

Nyx moved in a flash, blades crossing in perfect balance to block the attack with flawless precision.

Clang!

The impact echoed through the void like a struck bell, shockwaves rippling out in concentric rings that shattered nearby asteroids into clouds of glittering dust.

Sandra didn’t hesitate.

She moved with fluid grace, her sword weaving relentless patterns—thrust, slash, spin, feint, thrust again—each motion sharp, deliberate, and weighted with the power of the Carnage Chain.

The first strike connected, carving a shallow line across Nyx’s forearm. Black, viscous blood welled and drifted upward against gravity’s pull.

And so, the chain began.

The wound refused to close.

Instead, it sank deeper—slow at first, then quickening, crimson threads of law weaving inward, amplifying the damage with every beat of her heart.

One cut became two, then four, then eight—an exponential rot crawling through Nyx’s body like a sentient infection.

Nyx snarled, her equilibrium flaring wildly as it fought against the imbalance tearing through her.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

She spun—blades flashing in silver-black arcs that met Sandra’s sword in a flurry of clashes, each strike sending ripples of force meant to push her back, to kill her momentum.

But Sandra wouldn’t yield. She pressed on, her sword slipping past Nyx’s guard, leaving shallow cuts on her shoulder, thigh, cheek, and side.

Each wound set the chain into motion again.

“Oh, Nyx, you can do better than this, can’t you?” Sandra laughed, never pausing her relentless movements.

The cuts spread—two turned to four, four to sixteen—an exponential flurry slicing into Nyx’s body. Her balance faltered, tiny cracks forming in her once-perfect poise as the chain thrived on every slip.

Nyx’s breath grew uneven.

Her blades slowed—just a touch.

Sandra’s sword cut into her ribs—another strike.

Nyx stumbled—her first real falter.

Her equilibrium sphere fractured—shards of balance drifting away into the void.

She roared, her voice breaking with a mix of fury and desperation. First, she called out for Absence… then she unleashed her authority.

“ABSENCE!!!!!”

|Equilibrium Authority|

Authority was simply the next step in understanding Concepts. Once someone reached full comprehension, they could attain Authority, much like Ash had when he became a Conceptual Existence. It was essentially just one level below Conceptual Existence.

Perfect balance rolled through in waves of silver-black essence—wounds working to heal, damage striving to even out, existence pushing for symmetry.

Sandra smiled—cool, patient, certain.

“Absence won’t save you this time,” she murmured. “Not like it did 500,000 years ago.”

She let Lysa take partial control.

Their body shifted—half of her features reversed.

One side of her hair was long and white, the other long and black.

One eye was a void of black with white specks, while the other was pure white with black specks.

Both precepts activated at the same time.

|Absolute Precept – Endless Carnage|

“Let all the marked die without end.”

|Absolute Precept – Asura’s Soul Rampart|

“All those who seek to harm me or those I shield shall be punished!”

Reality seemed to shatter as Nyx’s eyes went wide. No one truly knew about Lysa’s existence—or at least, they believed they didn’t.

It was Sandra’s greatest secret, the very thing that let her wield two Absolute Precepts.

“Imposs—”

Nyx’s protest was cut short when Endless Carnage exploded—her wounds splitting into crimson fractals, each strike multiplying into dozens, then hundreds, a relentless tide of destruction ripping through her.

With Soul of Asura Rampart active, every blow she launched came back at her twice as strong. Her own equilibrium waves slammed into her, her blades twisted against her grip, her power flipping to crush her balance.

She stumbled, screaming, as her blades slipped from numb fingers.

Her equilibrium shattered completely.

She grabbed at her chest—her body coming apart, skin shriveling, bones splintering, blood hissing into a red haze.

Sandra and Lysa watched, each wearing the same ruthless grin. As Nyx’s form unraveled before them, a thought surfaced:

“How did that guy pinpoint everything so perfectly? Even more than those who watch Fate itself.”