Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 613: Shaking the Foundation (3)

The moment their feet crossed the threshold—

KKKRRRAAABOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

It wasn’t an explosion of matter.

It was the sound of something far more fundamental breaking.

The invisible veil that had been concealing the truth for so long was violently torn apart.

For countless millennia, Ash had used his quantum authority to mask the destruction of the lower frameworks, maintaining the illusion that everything beneath the Prime Expanse still existed and functioned normally.

And.... that illusion had now been completely shattered.

Across the lower layers, entire Realities, planes of existences, multiverses, dimensions simply vanished.

Once, there had been stars, galaxies, and countless worlds, but now all that remained was an endless stretch of pure, empty white void.

Every law, concept, trans-concept, and influence had vanished—wiped away so completely that even the memory of them seemed to be dissolving into nothingness.

In this moment, mana no longer coursed through the lower frameworks, causality had lost all significance, and even the notion of something being "beneath" had been erased entirely.

And all of that accumulated erasure, all of that conceptual backlash, came crashing upward.

RUMBLEEEEEE!!!!!

The Prime Expanse shuddered violently.

It was as if the entire higher realm had suddenly been forced to carry the weight of everything that had been destroyed beneath it.

Unlike the lower frameworks, there were no such things as Laws here.

Everything rested on Trans-concepts, Influences, and Ideas.

But now, the domains shaped by those once-absolute influences began to weaken and unravel.

Ideas that had seemed eternal started to lose their luster, becoming fragile and dim.

The very fabric of the Prime Expanse began to fracture—not in any physical sense, but in an existential one, like a painting whose colors were slowly fading away.

AHHHRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Deep within the battlefield that separated Existence and Nonexistence, the Death Wall let out a long, mournful wail.

For the first time in anyone’s memory, the colossal barrier shuddered, its surface quivering in waves as though some immense force was pushing from the far side.

It wasn’t just noise—it carried the weight of a warning.

A low, powerful cry resonated outward, rolling across countless realms, the very wall itself seeming to howl that something had happened—something that could never be undone.

Across the Prime Expanse, powerful beings reacted to the sudden shift.

In a war-torn bastion floating within a crimson nebula, several ancient generals who had been locked in a strategy meeting felt the ground beneath them tremble.

One of them, a being whose body was made of living darkness, stood up abruptly.

"...Did you feel that?" he asked, his voice low.

Another general, her form wrapped in chains of fate, narrowed her eyes.

"Is it those things on the other side...," she said. "Or... something far worse?"

In a dimly lit bar built inside the hollowed-out skull of a dead cosmic beast, several high-ranking cultivators who had been drinking and gambling suddenly went quiet.

One of them, a scarred man with glowing purple eyes, slowly set his drink down.

"This feels wrong," he muttered. "Like something has just changed without us knowing."

Far away, in a heavily guarded war camp where two rival factions had been gearing up to face the dangers of the Death Wall, the commanders on both sides suddenly felt the same unsettling ripple.

They didn’t need to speak to understand—something deep and vital had just fractured.

Those with the strength and sensitivity to sense it all realized the same grim truth: the Prime Expanse was no longer as steady or secure as it had once been.

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High above one of the fractured sectors of the Supremacy Threshold, two women stood on a wide balcony that overlooked the vast, deteriorating expanse.

The air here was heavy, carrying a faint metallic tang and the distant sound of cracking concepts far below.

The once-stable layers of the Prime Expanse now flickered with visible fractures — golden threads of law and order slowly unraveling like worn tapestry.

Destiny stood near the edge of the balcony, her long silver hair flowing behind her despite the lack of wind. Her expression was tense, her 22nd Dimensional presence flickering slightly with unease.

"I told you, Victorious..." she said, her voice low but urgent.

"Something bad would soon come. I felt it the moment that anomaly appeared in my threads. That fox— but then she simply vanished from my sight."

Victorious stood with her arms crossed, her tall, imposing frame clad in dark crimson armor that seemed to drink in the surrounding light.

She gazed out over the splintering Prime Expanse, her expression set in steel, though a subtle furrow between her brows betrayed a flicker of unease.

Destiny shifted, turning to face her squarely. "

I’m here to collect on that old favor you owe me," she said, her voice steady but edged with urgency.

"Because whatever erased that woman from my threads... it wasn’t something from our level.

Someone’s tampering with the Greater Narrative itself. And if they can pull that off fighting someone like me, then we’ve got a much bigger problem on our hands."

Victorious remained silent for a few seconds, her gaze still fixed on the distant cracks spreading across the sky like veins.

Finally, she spoke, her voice calm but heavy.

"...You’re certain it wasn’t some higher entity from within the Prime Expanse?"

It wasn’t such a crazy question to ask.

Contrary to what many might believe, everyone in the Prime Expanse, even the lower Wardens, knew exactly what they were fighting for.

They weren’t living in a peaceful environment or clashing over petty whims.

No, they understood that if they failed—if they lost the ongoing war against Nonexistence—then it would all be over.

And yet, even with that looming reality, people still schemed and plotted, regardless of whether they were allies or not.

Destiny shook her head.

Before, she might have assumed such things, but she had seen firsthand that Kagami wasn’t using any powers that didn’t require mana.

Nor was he tapping into any higher conceptual ability she could recognize.

"I seriously doubt that’s the case... I honestly think another faction has stepped into this war."