Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP Chapter 357: General of Existence

As Ash approached, not only he but also his wives, still seated, shed their varied skin tones, returning to their natural hues.

It was only ant to last a mont, just long enough for the won to grasp the situation.

The General fixed his gaze on the man he considered unbearably arrogant, unwilling to yield.

His eyes narrowed, the air heavy around him, and he shook his head before speaking.

"I don’t know what faction you arrogant whelps crawled from," he rumbled, his voice echoing through the chamber like distant thunder in stone.

"But you’d best learn so respect. Outside, Peak Hyperversals might an sothing up to the Peak of the Middle Dinsions—but here, it ans nothing!"

He took a heavy step forward, the obsidian floor splintering beneath his boot.

"I told you... arrogance gets people killed here, kid. So, before you ruin yourself... let show you what humility feels like."

FWOOOOM!

The General raised one enormous four-fingered hand.

A bright orange fla roared to life around his fist—thick enough to warp the light, hot enough to make the air scream.

He swung toward Ash, who only watched with a calm smile.

The General surged forward at speeds unthinkable for soone over thirty feet tall, his arm driving toward Ash’s chest like a siege ram built to shatter worlds.

But the strike.... it never landed.

|Quantum Apotheosis|

Ash simply willed his power into action.

The General, much like the woman nad Vetri, was an Eternal Hierarchy Saint—a twelfth-dinsional being.

Normally, that would be an intimidating challenge for soone like Ash, who was still at the Peak of Hyperversal Weaver, standing at the pinnacle of the eleventh dinsion.

This usually ant he operated within 110 Layers of Reality, maybe 180 at most if he was exceptionally gifted.

The General, on the other hand, worked within at least 120 Layers—but Ash had already gone far beyond that. In his battle with the Infinite Weaver, he hit a wall at 300 Layers, so in his eyes, this man’s power was nothing.

Ash tilted his head and Creara waved her hand from behind as a projection appeared. All around the Bastion of Existence on the first inversion each inhabitant could see what was taking place.

"Now, I don’t fault you for the way you’ve been thinking." Ash said casually, "But you know, you should never read a book by its cover."

As he said this, he looked at the General who had been frozen in place along with the orange fla still burning in his hand.

Seeing all of this the entire briefing chamber went deathly silent.

The two Generals stared in stunned disbelief as the first, once the unbreakable wall between them and certain doom, froze mid-strike like a statue caught mid-breath.

"Now, I won’t kill you all. Consider your defense against the Eldritch as life-saving rit. Instead, whether you like it or not, today you’ll be following a new General."

Outside, the Devas watching drew sharp breaths.

It might not seem like much to the naked eye, but for Ash to render their strongest completely useless without even lifting a finger was nothing short of terrifying.

That was telling enough.

Ash glanced at his wives, spoke, then turned back.

"The Deva here will be your first troops for your Pantheon branches. Elysia will transform them into the Unus, each reflecting your essence."

Only Katherine and Seraphiel had troops for their branches, and Seraphiel’s were a recent addition—still a work in progress.

Looking straight into the projection, Ash spoke, this ti releasing the full force of his All-Origin essence.

HUMMMM!

A wave of golden light rolled out from his body — warm and gentle, yet carrying an undeniable weight.

It swept through every Deva in the Bastion — passing through walls, armor, and flesh — touching each one at the very core of their being.

Instinct took hold.

Thousands upon thousands of Devas dropped to one knee in perfect unison. Not by choice, but because existence itself demanded it.

Ash’s voice flowed through the projection—calm, unwavering, and reaching every mind.

"Since they call us the Frontier... the most important land, we will treat it as such."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"Forget any plan you’ve heard before—that’s nothing but a highway to the abyss." He knew this too well; following those generals in so of the tilines was why he’d died so many tis.

’Talk about hero syndro,’ he thought, raising one hand.

"From now on, you are part of the Ineffable Pantheon. These six won are my wives and your new Branch Leaders. et them, choose your path..."

"But when the horn sounds, you must be in the main plaza. Today, you don’t need to move a muscle—just keep your eyes on the lands beyond the gates. Nothing more. Nothing less."

The projection shifted, revealing a perfect countdown in glowing gold numbers.

"Ten hours," Ash said. "That’s when the next wave begins. Be ready."

After those words, the projection blinked out of view. He then adjusted the now Ex-General’s position allowing to move.

He then said with a casual tone, "After the showing in ten hours, if you think you can be a better General then I will gladly allow it."

With that he went back to join with his wives.

This entire ti, Morgana had been fairly quiet. Even when she saw the nonsense of them all becoming an entirely new race. It was truly like they beca more beautiful in a blink of an eye.

So much so, she found it hard to not pounce on one of them.

And as Ash, made his way back she spoke.

"Just... what are you?" She asked with genuine curiosity.

When she first noticed Ash back when he was slaughtering Sables, she knew he was different, operating beyond the Oath’s influence.

Still, the longer she stayed around him, the more incomprehensible he beca.

"Tsk, don’t even bother trying to understand," Rune said with a dismissive wave of her hand before stepping toward Ash and throwing herself into his arms.

"Yeah... this man has been quite the mystery to , even after more than fifty thousand years," Seraphiel said, recalling when Ash first alerted her with his Nirvana.

Ash chuckled and shrugged. "Well, I guess I can be considered the Origin of Unus now."

"Anyway, go get those Devas settled. In the anti, I’ll be painting."

As he spoke, he ran his hand over Rune’s ass making her whimper softly against his neck.

"Ugh, you’d give us such a task instead of just doing it yourself," Katherine said, rolling her eyes.

Still, she stood, accepting a hug and kiss before heading off.

Once everyone had done the sa, they left to tend to the horde of kneeling Devas, while Vetri and the others watched on with deep intrigue.

[Vetri Alo’s Affection - 95%]

’Are you planning to have a woman from every new race you et?’ Creara teased as she appeared on his shoulder.

’Hmm, you know I don’t have a plan. But who knows.... I might?’

As he said this, he sat down in the air and as he opened his hand the necklace around his neck humd.

Then primordia shifted into a paint brush that could paint with any color he desired.

Then using the very fabrics of this place as the canvas, he began.

|Ineffable Artisan|