Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 655: An Episode of Existential Painting (3)

Once the final stroke was placed, the painting stood complete.... Well, one single step from completion.

At first glance, it looked like nothing more than an exceptionally detailed and realistic piece of art.

The colors were rich, the composition was masterful, and the level of detail was breathtaking.

*At this point paint more of the frozen detail of the image the pantheon gathered in the skies like Gods on the battlefield.*

Yet, to the untrained eye, it appeared to be nothing more than a magnificent painting — nothing overtly supernatural or world-shaking.

Ash leaned back slightly on his throne, tilting his head as he studied his own work with a calm, thoughtful gaze.

’Hmm, this should do.’ He thought to himself as this is the perfect way he figured to do away with the Prime Expanse.

He seemed to be checking if anything was missing, his reddish-purple eyes scanning the canvas from top to bottom.

Elysia, who had been watching him the entire time, let out a soft, elegant chuckle. Much like the other women next to him, they could see the deeper details of what he was truly doing.

In Pantheos, one must understand that the concept of Laws—and even the idea of concepts themselves—did not exist.

This meant that art and all other forms of knowledge couldn’t be used to achieve Laws or anything similar.

What Ash had done instead was use the direct Authorities of Pantheos to paint.

While beings each had their own personal decrees, serving as the Laws tied to their star—Divine Authorities—these stood just below the new conceptual level of Divine Commands, which stemmed from the outside Fundamental Permissions that Ash converted not long ago.

"Did you really have to be so extra just to help your beings?" she asked, her tone teasing yet fond.

With them knowing had used Divine Authorities to create a painting infused with the powers of virtually every sub-profession imaginable.

Of course, while no one could truly attain Divine Authority itself, as it was something that could only be acquired within the Divine Dimension.

Yet, for those perceptive enough to notice, there lay a rare chance to alter their destinies, to awaken something drawn from the Akashic Records—or in other words... Minx.

Ash turned his head toward her, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.

"Well, maybe," he said simply, offering no further explanation.

To him, this was nothing extreme; he could have been far more over the top if he wished.

With that, his gaze then returned to the projection orb hovering nearby, his voice carrying steadily across the broadcast.

"I’m sure more than a small amount of you will be able to gain something from this," he said.

"However, for now, things will go on a short break. Once we return... the real fun will begin."

The orb’s focus smoothly shifted away from Ash and back to Don, who stood in front of the floating platform with his usual dramatic flair.

Clap!

He clapped his hands together once, the sound crisp and theatrical.

"Well, my dear viewers!" Don exclaimed, flashing his signature sharp grin. "You heard the man! We’re taking a short break, but don’t you dare go anywhere." He said while posing.

"When we return, things are going to get very interesting. Until then, stay curious... and stay divine!"

With a final, exaggerated bow, the projection flickered and transitioned into a brief commercial interlude.

Eve, who had been staring at the finished painting with a furrowed brow, finally turned her attention back to Ash. She looked between him and the canvas, her voice carrying a hint of confusion.

"...What is this painting?" she asked. "And who is that woman seated in your lap?"

Before Ash could answer, Nia let out a sharp scoff from beside him. Her black eyes narrowed as she glared at the painting.

"That damn Mother," she muttered as she was already irritated seeing how Ash drew the woman sitting in his lap while Nia was on the arm rest.

"Tsk, couldn’t you have painted yourself strangling her or something?" She questioned in all seriousness even if she could see the reason behind all of this.

She clearly knew Ash’s intentions was to add the woman into the family.

"The Mother?" Eve questioned as her eyes narrowed with slight disbelief.

She glanced back at the painting, her brows knitting slightly.

"I don’t mean to... doubt you," she said, already well aware of how much of a mystery he was.

"But are you sure?"

Though Ash had started the process of turning into Goddesses, he hadn’t truly bonded with them yet—mostly out of laziness—but since they stayed by his side, they were fine.

Hearing her words, he couldn’t fault her; with his omniscience, he understood the situation perfectly.

Across the two cycles—or two trillion years—that Eve and Eliya had spent in the Prime Expanse, they had often heard whispers of the Mother and Father’s existence.

However, these beings were always spoken of as myths, symbols of creation itself.

That perception didn’t change with strength; no, it persisted because the Mother and Father resided in a fundamentally different plane within the Primordial Expanse, entirely imperceptible to its inhabitants.

The stronger one became, the more those ancient myths seemed to take shape, becoming tangible and real.

For Eve, seeing her not as some divine embodiment of creation but as a breathtaking, ethereal woman was truly a shock.

Ash let out a low, amused laugh at her remark, leaning back against his throne with an easy, relaxed air as his gaze shifted between Eve and Nia.

"A beautiful woman... and a future mother, a true one," he repeated, giving his head a slow shake.

"That’s all she is. The rest doesn’t matter."

He stood from his throne, eyes drifting toward the distant skies.

With an easy motion, he lifted his hand and pointed to a spot far above the battlefield — the very place he had captured in his painting, where he and his wives were seated upon thrones high in the heavens.

"It’s time to get moving," he said, his calm but resolute.

Without waiting for a response, Ash began walking forward through the air. Nia, Elysia, Primordia, and Ouroboros rose from their positions and followed after him without hesitation.

Eve, she took a quick glance at them, before moving as well, still processing everything that had just happened.

A short distance away, Don stood frozen in place, clearly unsure of what to do. He blinked a few times, looking between the departing group and the projection orb still hovering nearby.

Ash shot a quick glance over his shoulder at him.

"Don’t be so dull," he said with a smirk. "Come along with the cameras."

Instantly, Don’s face lit up.

With a theatrical tug, he straightened his tie and rushed after them, the projection orb gliding in his wake.

The group drifted onward through the open sky, making their way straight toward the spot Ash had indicated — the very same place he’d painted just moments earlier.