Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 282: Constellations and Gods

While Ash had been busy learning more about Quantum, Aurora she had already spent two years within the Originat Multiverse and her time here was finally done.

She was currently singing a song in the void between the universes as she used her power bestowed by Ash. In two years in had only grown into a Tier two power, but it was still enough for her to set the foundations of the power system.

As she sung her thoughts drifted towards her two years she spent exploring.

—–

Two years ago, after leaving Ash floating in the Void, Aurora stood as she thought about which universe she wanted to explore first.

For someone who’d virtually spent their entire life only around family she was undoubtedly excited.

She tilted her head, long white-blue hair shifting like liquid, her golden eyes with their twin black rings glowed a bit.

“Maybe,” she murmured to herself, voice soft and melodic like a lullaby half-remembered, “I should start with the Primavus.”

She had heard of them only in Ash’s stories.

Unlike all the other storied he told her, when talking about the Primavus, he never provided much detail. He also never barred her from interacting with them during her explorations.

In fact, he wanted her to mingle with them as they both were one in the same. Neither one had been influenced by any outside factor directly, both existed as beings untied to anything but Ash’s Lower Dimension.

And like all wants…

She wasted no more time.

hum

hum

A few gentle hums slipped from her lips… and then her form shimmered faintly before she disappeared.

Aurora emerged in a universe… or more specifically a island like world that floated amongst Galaxies, that felt simultaneously ancient and newborn.

The sky was not one color—it was a living gradient of purple dusk bleeding into a golden dawn.

The stars although she could perceive them clearly, to others they seemed to be winking in and out of existence as though the cosmos itself was still deciding how many to keep.

Below her stretched continents of grassy fields that were a multitude of colors that all seemed to blend perfectly. Rivers flowed erratically, moving uphill, some against stream…. yet it all moved in harmony.

The forests were massive as they pierced clouds high above… Yet, with a thought the tree would shrink to bear fruit.

The atmosphere felt serene, yet it felt… chaotic.

She landed lightly on a floating platform of polished marble that hovered above a city carved directly into the side of a mountain.

The city itself looked like it had grown rather than been built. The towers were all twisting in impossible angles, there were buildings below and above the mountain.

They all held clear windows, yet nothing could be seen through nor reflected.

The moment her bare feet touched the platform, every Primavus in the city froze.

Since the last time Ash had watched them directly, the civilization was had not lived far beyond a hundred years. Yet now thousands of years had passed, and they numbered well beyond the billions.

All of them each bore different Primavus traits.

Some, they could be seen with a number of wings that were pure white, that gave off embers. Yet some of them looked like the most recent Primavus, like Ash and the others.

They had no wings and only horns… or didn’t have horns at all.

One, might think they would look similar to humans, but that was not the case as their ears were pointed like elves, had fangs like Nosferatu, some had claws, some didn’t.

But there was one thing that didn’t change. Their beauty was far beyond any race….

Yet, when all eyes locked onto Aurora, they felt their bloodlines singing in praise…

THUD

One by one they knelt.

Not in fear.

Not in worship.

The Primavus they were a race that instinctively rejected external things, such as worship and fear… However, looking at Aurora, they felt the instinctive feeling as if they leader had finally arrived.

A young Primavus—barely thirty in appearance, silver hair braided —stepped forward first, voice trembling with awe.

“You… you are the First Note made flesh.”

Aurora tilted her head, music symbols in her eyes spinning slowly. She was intrigued even more as the young man in front of her spoke, yet his mouth hadn’t moved.

His voice didn’t enter her mind mentally either, but echoed as if he spoke normally.

“First note?,” she questioned simply, smile sweet and approachable.

The man nodded again as he smiled.

“Yes, you aura is the first to ever give off a natural melody…. and We also feel as if you’re our leader.”

Aurora was intrigued yet again, she knew that technically calling her the First Note wouldn’t be wrong.. she was indeed such, as she embodied Melodic Genesis. Yet, how could they make such a distinction from her mere aura?

’Or did they find some way to learn my concept?’ She mused as she stepped of the platform.

“Interesting… why don’t you guys show me around?”

—-

For two months she stayed.

She walked their streets bare feet as she picked up the habit from her father. She spent her time truly exploring and enjoying the Primavus culture.

Initially she was a bit on guard, even though they were literally in her Ash’s Lower Dimension. She couldn’t help it, as much as she looked to be so sweet.

Diana and told her plenty of times never to be guilible and always have the mentality of a warrior. So, for a few weeks she made sure these Primavus didn’t have anything planned. Which honestly was just being a bit paranoid.

After she confirmed everything to be genuine, she didn’t hold back on her curiosity.

Their culture was not built on hierarchy or conquest.

She learned it was built on becoming.

Every Primavus was born with immense raw potential and the innate feeling to want to live outside of the boundaries. And spent their lives seeking the exact moment when their existence would resolve into becoming something even beyond perfection.

Cultivation wasn’t done by gathering mana or anything. No, it was done by resolving… Their Power System had stabilized greatly since the last time Ash had seen them.

They no longer tore things apart with contradictions. Instead they mingled with paradox, each Primavus would create two opposing truths. These truths could be used for creation, destruction, or anything else.

However, the purpose of the truths were to force them into harmony until the tension birth something entirely new and unique. Such a process would continue… as they didn’t see a limit on truths.

Other than learning about the culture and power system she simply enjoyed the atmosphere.

It was also a thing to note, though they all knelt in the beginning, they didn’t treat her like some God… not particularly at least.

She felt as if she was around her second family.

They offered her their homes, some were impossible structures that shifted to accommodate her mood.

They would make foods and even teach her about some of the absurd games they would play. They asked nothing in return except to be near her, to witness the First Note, walking amongst them.

After two months passed, she returned to the floating platform and sat until all the Primavus rose. She could’ve simply left, but they treated her warmly so the least she could do was say her goodbyes.

A Primavus elder approached—robe shifting between midnight and light—voice layered with reverence.

“Will you stay, First Note?”

Aurora smiled sweetly as she shook her head.

“No, but I’ll come back eventually,” she then pointed towards the stars. It was important to note that as advanced as the Primavus were, they hadn’t found a way to leave their Universe.

It was something set up by Ash, with all the other Universes coming much later… He didn’t want the primavus to just dominate everything.

So, the best way to help was make their exit a bit extra.

“Or if you find a way past the stars, you might just bump into me again”

The elder bowed, by now she had told them of the existence of their multiverse. Once again, Ash didn’t restrict her from doing so and she thought it would be better for their growth if they knew.

“Then we will resolve ourselves until we step onto that stage.”

Aurora hummed once—soft and perfect.

Space folded around her like a lullaby folding closed.

She disappeared.

—

After leaving the Primavus, Aurora spent the remaining years of her journey wandering through every universe she could reach.

She moved without hurry—stepping from one cosmic road to the next, sometimes humming a single note to fold the distance. Each universe greeted her in its own way, yet all carried the same strange familiarity.

They were young and raw.

Still learning what it meant to exist.

Most relied purely on instinct—on their unrefined abilities and the energy that surrounded them.

Aurora mingled with every kind of race she encountered… Beastfolk, Dragons, Elves, Demons, and countless others.

The variety woven into Ash’s bloodline was honestly absurd… to the point where he had more races in his lineage than he had universes in his entire Lower Dimension.

So, after her journey finally concluded, she had gathered knowledge on countless power systems and more cultures than she could count.

Standing in the quiet void between universes, Aurora allowed her thoughts to drift.

“Hm… as impressive as those power systems were, none of them truly align with Daddy’s goal.”

She had seen the same pattern everywhere.

Eventually, every race would reach a limit. Yes, each individual possessed immense potential—but that didn’t mean an entire population could master every path.

It made far more sense, she realized, for them to channel that potential into a single path—or a small handful. Focus would let them push beyond both known and unknown boundaries.

In essence, it would streamline their growth instead of scattering it too thinly.

And those talented enough… well they would be able to be that master of all paths.

As she sorted through her thoughts, she began piecing together the ideas she liked and discarding the ones she didn’t, slowly shaping a power system that felt right.

Her fingers drifted through the void as if tracing invisible diagrams, each gesture helping her organize the concepts in her mind.

Then, mid‑thought, her eyes brightened. She straightened a little, as though a spark had just caught.

“Oh! Daddy did tell me stories from his past life,” she murmured, tapping her chin as she tried to recall the details.

“What was it he mentioned… um…”

She paced a slow circle in the empty space, brows furrowed—until the memory finally clicked. She snapped her fingers, a grin spreading across her face.

“Right! Constellations and Gods!”