Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP-Chapter 230: Love’s Euphoric Carnage

Days flew by inside the Pavilion, and for the millions of participants, it felt like only a few hours had passed.

One after another, participants stepped up to share their visions, and ever since Ash’s turn, the nonsense and mocking had quieted down considerably.

Meanwhile, the man sat with his eyes closed, arms folded behind his head, reclining on nothing but air. He smiled, already aware of the direction this little event would take, though he waited patiently—something about it had been unclear to him in the timelines.

As the first event drew to a close, his eyes slowly opened, landing on a figure he knew well, carried forward by her zafu.

Her appearance, however, was entirely different now, with black hair cascading to her waist, pure black eyes, and pupils dotted in white.

It was Shia Narakava, formerly known as Shia Solace, the eldest sister of Ash and Nia.

The moment he appeared a few days ago and revealed his vision, she noticed him instantly.

In that instant, fear mingled with the excitement and all the other emotions she’d kept bottled up through decades of separation.

Everything froze... how could it not?

She had never truly been a loving elder sister—if anything, she’d been the opposite.

How could she tell anyone she’d only been playing the fool, fulfilling the role society forced on her while her true ambitions stayed hidden?

No one would believe it, least of all Ash.

For her, being a loving sister had always been a distant, almost impossible goal.

It wasn’t just their shared history, but her own nature that had shifted even more since becoming an Asura.

She no longer knew how to express herself; years of staying frozen in public had made the real Shia forget expression entirely.

And before she could adapt, she had changed again—into a completely different race.

Not a normal one, but one known for its love of battle and blood above all else.

So, as she floated above the crowd and her vision played out, she came to a conclusion mentally.

’If he hates me, so be it... haha. But if he does, then everything will pay!’

It was an erratic thought but perfectly fitting for an Asura.

And as Ash watched her vision, he quietly appraised her.

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[Shia Narakava

Race - Prime Asura (Narakava Bloodline of Fractured Ecstasy (Divine))

Age - 79 Years Old

Rank - Early Cosmic Overlord (Existence Level - 50M)

Talent - Fractured Mind Dominion (Mythic), Psychotic Gaze (Divine), Unbreakable Delirium Armor, Euphoric Fracture Wave (Divine)

Aspect - Shattered Smile (Divine)

Precept - Smile of Fractured Ecstasy

Concept(s) - Madness 15%, Battle 20%

MP - 670,000,000]

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’The Narakava, huh?’ He paused, letting their history flood his mind.

’Arch-Eternal Clan, and my mother is their princess... interesting...’

In that moment, the legacy of a clan that had endured eight cosmic cycles unfolded before him, even the revelation that his mother had supposedly died half a million years ago.

He had long known she carried two souls—Elysia had told him during his training at the Vossmere’s—but discovering her death was something new, and strangely fascinating.

Before he could delve too deeply into the past, Shia’s vision stole his focus, accompanied by the sound of his mother’s voice. Her race might have changed, but her voice remained—only now... more unhinged.

The pavilion dimmed again—not into void, but into a vast, starless expanse throbbing with primal hunger.

Nebulae within the dome twisted into storms of blood-red rage, the air growing heavy with the metallic taste of oncoming slaughter, every breath laced with raw, animal terror.

Sandra drifted at the center of a brutal galaxy—worlds infested with mindless nightmares made flesh: titanic serpents of molten obsidian winding through asteroid belts, packs of void-wolves with jaws that bent reality, and avian monstrosities with wings of fractured space shrieking across burning skies.

GRRROOOAAARRR!!

The void shook with their roars—worlds splintering beneath claw and fang, stars dimming as raw auras collided in endless battles for dominance.

Shia drifted at her mother’s side, only a bit shorter, uncertain, with traces of human gentleness still softening the Asura fire within her.

Sandra’s voice sliced through the chaos like a weapon born of war—cold, commanding, tinged with a wild new thrill.

"If you want power... if you’re done hiding behind that silly mask you wore back on Elaris... if you want to be the Eldest Sister your younger ones can admire... if you want to make up for your past mistakes..." She paused, eyes alight with manic joy, as the galaxy’s beasts fell still, sensing the change.

"Then get stronger. Become a true Asura."

Those words—remnants of confessions Shia had spilled years ago on Elaris—hit her like a bolt of lightning.

She longed to make up for not being the best sister to Ash, to inspire Nia, to relive old moments with Aster, and to finally become the person she’d always dreamed of—someone who made everyone proud, kept them safe, and would give everything for those she loved.

And in that instant, Shia let go.

Humanity slipped away like an old layer of skin, tender emotions hardening into something at once beautiful and terrifying.

Her bloodline surged to life, but in a warped form—molded by her ambition, her passions, and her unyielding drive to embody it flawlessly.

The Bloodline of Fractured Ecstasy awakened.

The usual Asura rage twisted into a strange contradiction—not mindless fury, but a cold, euphoric psychopathy where destruction brought a sharp, blissful clarity.

Pain, fear, and chaos became endless wells of joy and strength—the more minds she broke, the more bodies she crushed, the nearer she drew to perfection in the act itself.

Shia’s form transformed—her skin paling and laced with crimson ecstasy, eyes splintering into twin voids speckled with white, her hair lengthening into a cascade of void black as a tattoo bloomed beneath her left eye.

Then she descended.

Carnage played out like a symphony of beautiful ruin.

She drifted into a world of rampaging titan-beasts—giants clad in living magma, their fangs dripping with stellar acid.

ROOOAARRR!!!

One lunged—jaws unhinging to swallow stars.

FWOOOM!

Shia met it with open arms, aura flaring, waves of fractured ecstasy wrapping the beast in euphoric embrace.

Its roar twisted into wild howls as its mind splintered—raw dominance breaking apart into giddy chaos, its body trembling with strange joy before bursting into a cascade of glowing embers that fell like festive sparks.

"For them... I’ll make it right..." she whispered, her voice gentle and warm amid the wreckage, eyes alight with shattered bliss as another beast lunged—only to lock eyes with her, a spark of ecstatic madness flaring.

The creature froze—its body splintering with euphoric cracks, rage melting into blissful surrender as it imploded in a stunning ruin, its essence pouring into her like the sweetest nectar.

"I love you, Ash... Nia... Aster..." The words flowed from her lips like poetry, tender and devoted, even as her domain grew—waves of ecstatic war-lust sweeping across worlds, transforming primal fury into shared bliss.

Beasts fell in countless numbers—not in agony, but in transcendent joy—their forms unraveling into dazzling light, galaxies quaking as she danced through the chaos, her laughter soft, mad, and wholly devoted within the symphony of destruction.

"For you... I’ll be perfect... I’ll protect you all..."

The galaxy burned in a beautiful mess—worlds collapsing into blooming voids of ecstatic ruin, beasts briefly reforming into radiant shapes before dissolving into her swelling power, her laughter ringing like mad, devoted bells through the void.

The vision ended with Shia drifting in the heart of silence... A galaxy once teeming with mindless beasts of countless kinds... now utterly gone.

The pavilion stirred—prodigies left breathless, some trembling with unwelcome clarity, others pale from the echo of madness they couldn’t quite comprehend.

Shia’s zafu slid back, her gaze locking with Ash’s for the briefest second before she quickly turned away.

Ash absorbed it all, a flicker of conflict passing through his thoughts.

Even though he’d already known what this vision would reveal, it still left his mind clouded with uncertainty.