Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 277: Aurora Originat (2)

Sensing the demeanor of Nia, Aurora brow rose as she spoke looking between the Golem and Ash and Nia.

“Mother Nia, which vampire are you talking about?” She’d heard the stories of Nia, Katherine, and Summer cutting down vampires across the universe. Still, it wasn’t that she doubted their skill—it’s just that she’d only ever seen them as loving mothers.

Nia restrained her aura a bit as she placed a loving smile onto her face.

“Oh, just some bastard that should be frozen in the abyss.” She said as she stared daggers into Ash.

He smiled understanding as they didn’t quite know about the torment Vesper had been put through and since being inside of this Golem, not a day went by when he didn’t reexperience that same torture.

“Little Nia, when have I ever let someone breathe easy after wronging us?” he asked, his smile unwavering, his voice carrying the same laid-back tone as always.

“So, why do—” Ash silenced her with a finger to her lips… then kissed her.

She melted into his embrace, all her earlier fire fading away. One by one, the others appeared around them.

“Tsk, she’s only acting out because she hasn’t had his love since Aurora was born,” Vaeloria said, shaking her head.

“Oh, I can feel her pain,” Lithia added dramatically.

“Mother Nia! Shoo, shoo, Daddy’s mine!” Aurora huffed, stepping in to break up their moment of affection.

She stepped in front of Ash, determined to shield him from any perceived danger.

“Pfft! Who would’ve guessed little Aurora would keep Ash all to herself?” Creara chuckled at the sight.

Aurora was clearly a Daddy’s girl—how could she not be?

Ash spoiled her without limits; her wishes became his own, and he hardly had any of his own to begin with.

“That’s why her training needs to be extra tough,” Sonna remarked, her eyes soft with a motherly warmth. Like the rest of the women, she was… well, pent-up.

Still, Ash had been utterly absorbed in Aurora—just like everyone else.

Ash chuckled as he spoke.

“Alright, let’s focus up. Aurora, your training will be a bit different.” He said as he walked towards the golem.

BANG!

He gave it a single kick that sent it tumbling across the white-grass field—black flames twisting violently in the air as the construct rolled and shattered apart. The shards hovered for a heartbeat… then fused, reforming in a slow, grotesque spiral of black fire and shadow.

Vesper Nocturne stood once more—tall and pale, silver hair whipping in an unseen wind. Yet the arrogance he once carried was gone, replaced by a look of long-forgotten freedom.

The moment he appeared, every gaze in the field darkened, and they moved.

How could they not?

This was the guy who had crushed them at their lowest and had been the very embodiment of torment for some.

SNAP!

Yet with a single snap of Ash’s fingers, space folded.

Every single one of them was teleported back to their original positions—mid-step, mid-strike, mid-roar—frozen for a heartbeat by the sheer weight of his will.

Vesper stood tall… and froze.

None of them were in their Third Dimensional forms currently.

The air around each Originat shimmered and warped, as if reality itself struggled to render them.

Their edges blurred, shapes bending in ways that defied logic.

Limbs reached out in countless directions, eyes glanced from bizarre angles, and their presence spilled into higher dimensions where color and shape stopped making sense.

To anyone limited to three-dimensional sight, they were beyond comprehension—creatures whose very presence warped the mind, their shapes painful to witness because they could never be fully grasped…

Vesper’s eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to tiny points.

He tried to speak but only managed a silent scream.

Then his mind just… snapped.

No explosion, no blood, no dramatic collapse—just stillness.

His face went slack, eyes dull and unfocused, staring at nothing.

Every thought, memory, and hint of arrogance or cruelty buried deep inside shattered like glass under the weight of something his mind couldn’t contain. He sank to his knees, then toppled forward, landing face-first in the white grass without a sound—utterly hollow.

He was nothing more than a husk now.

Ash ignored Vesper, focusing on Aurora instead; the others already knew it was time for her training. After watching Vesper collapse from just a glance at them, they saw no reason to waste any more attention on him.

Aurora blinked, a trace of confusion flickering across her face.

Her golden eyes, ringed twice in black and marked with musical symbols, shifted as she tried to make sense of the sudden emptiness hanging in the air.

“Daddy… what just—”

Ash’s voice drew her back.

“I’m not the one who’ll be teaching you, little Rora. You’ll learn from each of your mothers and Uncles. However, I don’t want you to comprehend their Transcendent Concepts, but you’ll come to understand the essence of each one.”

She frowned, tilting her head, her white hair swaying like silk in the breeze.

“What… what exactly do you mean by the essence?”

Ash crouched to meet her gaze, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

“Aurora, you are a Transcendent Conceptual existence only because of Sonna and me. But you exist outside the framework of everything—no restrictions, no power system—just endless potential.”

His voice was steady, golden eyes soft yet serious.

“I want you to understand the essence of each concept the others embody—in other words, to master everything without fully touching the concepts themselves.”

This would be relatively easy for her, as she had direct access to beings who could simply share their knowledge, sparing her the need for deep cultivation on the subject.

Such things could, without a doubt, be accomplished using the Codex.

However, Ash truly savored the family time he had in this moment.

Aurora smirked as she caught her father’s drift.

“Okay. Let’s start!”

Ash raised a hand, golden light flaring from his palm.

The broken husk of Vesper twitched, black flames curling around his form like serpents reclaiming a corpse.

His body jolted upright—eyes snapping open, flickering with faint, muddled awareness. His mind would remain intact, at least not shattering again… though the figures before him were still blurred, each glance sending a sharp, needling pain through his thoughts.

He’d just have to live with it.

Ash’s voice was steady, almost casual.

“You’ll be our training dummy, Vesper. Every time you die, you’ll come back stronger. Once Aurora masters it all… just sit tight and wait for more of my children to eventually show up and do the same.”

A shiver ran down Vesper’s spine at the sound, though most of it barely registered—he had no eardrums.

Aurora blinked at Vesper before glancing back at Ash, her curiosity overtaking any hint of unease.

“He won’t… fight back?”

Ash ruffled her hair with a gentle smile.

“Of course he will, so just be sure to dominate him completely every time.”

What followed was a decade that passed like a single, steady breath within the Sacred Dimension.