Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 619: Ceasefire?

"...It was him."

She looked back at the Father, her radiant eyes now carrying a weight they hadn’t held in countless cycles.

"All of this... was him."

The Mother stood in silence for a few seconds after her quiet revelation, her radiant presence dimmed by the weight of her thoughts.

Across the thin veil of the First Absence, the Father remained perfectly still, his silhouette of pure void watching her closely.

Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and measured.

"Do you care to elaborate?"

The Mother turned her gaze back toward him. Her expression was no longer calm — there was a rare trace of unease in her eyes.

"I’m not certain how he managed it," she admitted. "But I am certain it was him. My son... Ash Originat. He is the one behind the erasure of the Lower Framework.... both of ours."

The Father did not react outwardly, but the darkness around him seemed to deepen slightly.

The Mother continued nonetheless as even this revelation was something she couldn’t truly comprehend.

"A few centuries ago, my Watcher came to me with a warning. He spoke of strange movements in the Lower Framework."

She kept filling him in on the details she knew, actively piecing them together as she went.

Some might think it foolish for her to dismiss such a warning, especially given her stature.

After all, she was the embodiment of all existence, with nothing able to exist without her.

Much like Ash, she could sense nearly everything happening within her vast being. The connection she shared with existence was something only she and others like her could truly comprehend.

This meant that whenever something vanished, was destroyed, or otherwise ceased to be, she would know instantly—even if it was something as seemingly small as a world or a universe.

In Ash’s earlier years of destroying the Lower Dimensions, such events never triggered concern for the Father or the Mother, as universes and even multiverses constantly died and were reborn.

So, it wasn’t too far-fetched for her to dismiss what the Watcher had spoken of without giving it much thought.

The Mother looked across the thin veil of the First Absence, her radiant eyes still carrying that trace of uncertainty.

"So, tell me..." she said quietly, "how is it possible that a being I created... my own son... could grow so far beyond our perception?"

The Father remained silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but carried a note of honesty.

"I do not know."

He shifted his focus, his presence growing heavier as he moved on to the more pressing matter.

"Regardless of how it happened," the Father continued, "we now face a far greater problem. The Prime Expanse is deteriorating. Slowly, but inevitably. And without the Lower Framework to sustain it, that process will only accelerate."

The Mother listened quietly, both of them fully aware of just how serious the situation was.

It wasn’t only because everything had been lost, but because of the sheer amount of time it would take to rebuild it all.

Unlike a certain Main Character, they couldn’t simply wave their hands and restore their entire cosmologies in an instant.

They could rebuild piece by piece, sure, but even that would take far too long.

And waiting for things to slowly reaccumulate to their former state would be even worse.

By the time that happened, the Prime Expanse would be long gone, making their game—and everything else—utterly meaningless.

The Mother’s face clouded at the thought, a shadow flickering across her expression.

"Right... I get it. I know what that would mean, and neither of us wants to go down that road," she said.

"No," the Father replied simply, his tone firm. "We don’t."

She watched him for a moment, searching his face as if weighing his resolve, before finally asking,

"So, what do you think we should do?"

The Father was quiet for a few seconds, as if arranging his thoughts.

"Three things," he finally said.

"First, we will create two separate Primordial Oceans. These oceans will contain the fundamental laws, concepts, and foundations that once existed in the Lower Framework. It will not restore what was lost, but it will slow the deterioration of the Prime Expanse significantly."

He paused before continuing.

"Second, we will awaken and release our most forbidden and ancient creations. The ones we sealed away long before."

The Mother’s eyes narrowed slightly at that, but she did not interrupt.

"Third," the Father said, his voice turning icy, "we’ll a temporary ceasefire—just for two trillion years.

During that time, we’ll show ourselves to our creations for the first time, put your son and his whole little clan up as bounties... and then launch a full-on assault against them."

He met her gaze without flinching.

"And we’ll lower the Wall... not so they can turn on each other, but so the beings of Existence and Nonexistence can stand side by side against a shared enemy."

The Mother watched him for a long while, her face giving nothing away as the faint, unsettling crack of the Prime Expanse breaking apart echoed in the distance.

She didn’t argue in the slightest—in fact, she seemed perfectly fine with everything he’d said.

Even though she called Ash her son, it wasn’t as though he truly was.

No, if anything, he had always been just a valuable pawn, and like all pawns, simply a means to an end.

At least, that’s how it should have been.

But now, with things having spiraled into such a state, what sense would there be in still thinking of him as nothing more than a pawn?

Clinging to that notion would only hasten their downfall.

Still, she had no intention of just sitting back and letting her creations handle everything—and neither did the Father.

Yet in this moment, neither of them dared reveal what they were truly thinking.

After a brief pause, she gave a slow, deliberate nod and spoke in a calm, steady voice.

"...Very well," she said softly. "I agree."