Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 620: The Primordial Oceans - Eve, Eliya

The Mother and the Father vanished from the boundary at the same time.

The Mother reappeared on her side of the Primordial Expanse, standing alone within an endless expanse of radiant white.

The space around her pulsed gently with creative essence, yet the atmosphere felt thinner than it once had.

She stood in silence for a few moments, her long white hair drifting slowly as she gazed out into the emptiness where countless layers of her own creation had once existed.

Then, a soft, knowing chuckle escaped her lips.

"How predictable," she murmured to herself, her voice echoing gently across the white expanse. "He thinks he’s being clever."

While the Mother remained quiet during the Father’s suggestions, she had, in truth, seen through his proposal the moment he presented it.

On the surface, the Father’s suggestions had sounded reasonable — even necessary.

They were crafting vast oceans of essence to stall the decay of the Prime Expanse, rousing their ancient constructs from long slumber, and forging a fragile alliance to wipe out Ash and his clan.

But she saw through it all.

As this was never simply about staying alive.

At its heart, their eternal game had always been straightforward—one would inevitably consume the other.

The victor would rise above, transforming into something far greater than either had ever known.

That had always been the endgame.

Now, with the Lower Framework gone, that goal had become significantly harder to reach.

By proposing the creation of the Primordial Oceans, the Father was making sure that when the war finally came to an end and one emerged victorious, the winner wouldn’t just be left with the raw resources needed to reconstruct their Lower Framework.

They’d also have a kind of boost, an extra edge.

And once that base was rebuilt, their ultimate ascension would be far more whole — and far more powerful — than it could ever have been without the oceans.

It was a calculated move.

A long-term investment disguised as a necessary measure.

The Mother gave a faint smile, her expression a mix of amusement and quiet calculation.

"He really believes... he’s got this game all wrapped up. Fufufu, how foolish."

Her eyes shifted to the endless white expanse before her.

For a moment, she thought about rejecting the idea entirely. But after a few seconds, she exhaled softly and gave a small shake of her head.

"No... it doesn’t matter."

Whether the Father’s plan was crafted for the day he claimed victory or not, she had no plans to lose in the first place.

If creating these oceans could slow the collapse of the Prime Expanse and buy her more time to prepare, she’d make it happen.

In the end, she would be the one standing victorious, the one to claim the greater ascension.

With a graceful motion, the Mother lifted both hands.

"Well, creating these oceans will take at least several tens of thousands of years..."

In the Prime Expanse, that was an even greater span of time — precisely 120,000 years.

HUMMMM!

The space before her rippled as she began to weave the foundations of her own Primordial Ocean — a vast, radiant sea of pure creative essence that would soon take shape.

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Back in the Prime Expanse, while the Mother and Father worked to slow its deterioration, the ceasefire they had just agreed upon was not something they intended to enact until the work on the Primordial Oceans was complete.

This meant that, for the time being, the game and the war would press on without pause.

The Threshold of Bulwark stood as the first and most heavily fortified layer of Existence in the Prime Expanse.

Unlike the other Thresholds, this one existed directly adjacent to the colossal Wall of Death — the ancient barrier that held the battlefield that separated the Prime Expanse.

Because of its position, the entire Threshold was reinforced with dense, glowing runes etched into the very fabric of its structures.

These runes pulsed with a steady golden-white light, constantly working to resist the creeping corrosion of Nonexistence that constantly pressed against the Wall.

Enormous floating fortresses and tiered bastions sprawled across countless planes, linked together by bridges formed of dense, crystallized concepts.

The atmosphere was heavy with a controlled, razor-sharp tension, every breath charged with purpose.

Unlike other thresholds.... this wasn’t a place for leisure— it was the frontline of all of existence.

Within one of the largest war halls of the Threshold, thousands of cultivators, Wardens, and Sentinels had gathered.

The hall was vast; its walls lined with glowing runes that hummed with protective essence.

The atmosphere was heavy but orderly — these were experienced fighters who understood the weight of their duty.

At the front of the hall stood two women.... two that were very important to a certain man.

Eve, now a Bastion Lord at the 27th Dimensional level, carried herself with an air of calm authority.

Her long golden hair was neatly tied back, and the soft glow of a faint golden halo shimmered gently behind her head.

Light golden eyes moved steadily over the assembled forces, their quiet focus speaking volumes without a word.

At her side stood Eliya, also Bastion Lord of equal standing.

Her flowing white hair stood out strikingly against the polished silver-white armor she wore, while twelve enormous, pristine wings were folded neatly behind her.

Her sharp, composed expression reflected both strength and unwavering resolve.

Eve was the first to speak, her voice clear and steady as it echoed across the hall.

"There is no need for motivational speaking," she said. "We have done this time and time again... And today will be no different from any other deployment — we hold the line, we push back what tries to cross, and we return. Simple as that."

Eliya stepped forward slightly, her voice carrying a sharper edge.

"However, apparently the battlefield has become even more hectic over the past two centuries.. Several Warden squads have gone silent in this time.

We don’t know the cause yet, but we will be operating under the assumption that the horrors have increased their activity."

She swept her gaze across the thousands of gathered fighters.

"Wardens will be deployed in standard formation. Sentinels will provide support and handle any high-threat entities that break through the front lines."

Eve nodded once, then continued.

"We depart in one hour. Use this time to prepare your gear, stabilize yourselves, and rest if you can. Once we cross the wall, there will be no turning back until the rotation ends."

She paused, letting her words settle over the crowd.

"Stay sharp. That’s all."