Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP-Chapter 414: Nia vs Kaelthyr

"I can’t believe Ashy still hasn’t found us a sister attuned to space," Nia said as she and Aphrodite appeared in the Abyss Kaelthyr had been guarding and calling home.

They had used a simple teleportation artifact from the resource fountains. Still, if there were a space waifu, she could just use her ability directly instead of relying on the fountain.

"You’re such a cheat, you know?" Aphrodite remarked, her eyes wandering over the Abyss.

"How is Husband’s master supposed to stand a chance against you..."

She couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for him, knowing the conditions tied to the situation. She was also aware that Nia could tap into the powers of nearly all the Ineffable members.

"He just has to win one round... or at least impress me," she said with a shrug, before noticing him sitting cross-legged, the wheel of reincarnation floating before him.

The moment their eyes met, Kaelthyr’s senses flared like blaring alarms.

Nia didn’t hesitate for a heartbeat—she instantly tapped into Raven’s power over Emptiness.

The space between them disappeared in an instant. One moment she was beside Aphrodite, and the next, she was standing right in front of Kaelthyr.

"Shi—" Kaelthyr barely got the word out before her fist crashed into his chest with raw, crushing force.

BOOM!

Kaelthyr was flung backwards like a meteor, crashing through several layers of frozen souls. The impact shattered massive sheets of ice, sending shards exploding outward as he tumbled across the frozen sea.

The commotion was instantly noticed by the others.

Ellyn’s eyes flew open mid-cultivation, her black hair whipping around as she sprang to her feet, aura flaring with alarm.

Kyron was already in motion, turning toward the source of the disturbance—only to freeze when they saw the women.

Meanwhile, Nia stood where Kaelthyr had been, casually cracking her knuckles with a bored look.

"Have you been sitting around all these years? And you still dare to call yourself Ashy’s master?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Maybe we should’ve left you to die with the rest of the Myriad Sect of Races."

It was true.

While a few of the Originats had returned to the sect over time, not many truly felt any attachment to the place, and like the rest of existence, it had been reset.

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Ellyn and Kyron stared at the two women in silence before speaking.

"M...mother?" Ellyn murmured, clearly confused.

"Uhhh..." was all Kyron could manage as his eyes fell on Nia. He knew exactly what her presence meant.

"Master... is in for a rough time."

Ellyn turned sharply toward him. "You know this woman... and why would my mother be with her?"

Kyron nodded. "Well, I’ve told you before, Master and I are both part of a much larger faction... the Ineffable Pantheon," he said.

"She’s Big Sister Nia, the Goddess of Devouring Love." He paused for a moment, realizing he didn’t know Aphrodite at all.

Still, he figured one thing—if there was a new woman around, then...

"And I’m not sure, but if that’s your mother..." He glanced at Ellyn with a wry smile. "Maybe you have a new father?"

In the brief moment their eyes left Nia and Aphrodite, both women had already shifted positions.

"Oh, Kyron, is it?" Aphrodite said, suddenly appearing behind them. "You really shouldn’t spread rumors, you know?"

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"Dammit," Kaelthyr muttered as he soared into the skies, unscathed despite having been thrown into the frozen sea below.

He glanced at Nia, who was already on the move...

CLANG!!!!

His blade flashed into his hand just in time to deflect Nia’s sudden onslaught.

"I never pegged you for the type to go for a surprise attack..." he remarked, almost casually.

But Nia offered no verbal response.

BOOOM!

BOOOOM!

She simply drove forward, her slender black-and-red katana colliding with his weapon in a rapid series of sharp, resonant clashes.

Every strike rang out like steel singing under pressure, her movements relentless and precise.

Even though she was clearly still holding back, each blow was imbued in the immense power of Vaeloria’s essence of Swords, intricately intertwined with the consuming force of her own Devouring nature.

Her swings were sharp, relentless, and deceptively effortless, yet each block from Kaelthyr sent shockwaves through the frozen abyss, splintering more sheets of ice.

Swordplay was where Kaelthyr shone.

When he moved, it was with practiced precision, relying on his reach and experience to keep her at a distance.

For a few fleeting moments, he managed to hold his ground.

But Nia was on a whole other level, and in that moment, the true prowess of being an Unus shone through.

With pure technique layered over Vaeloria’s essence, she was simply more than he could handle right now.

She faked left, then flicked her wrist—her blade gliding past his guard with an almost eerie ease.

SHK!

The edge skimmed his shoulder, not deep enough to cause real damage, yet the Devouring essence laced within it burned far more than it should, as though it sought to erase the very idea of injury from his being.

"Shit..." Kaelthyr grunted, stepping back.

Still, Nia didn’t ease up.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Another flurry of blows came at him—this time, impossibly faster—driving him straight back into defense.

Only after a few warm-up rounds did she finally speak.

"Kaelthyr... if you can’t prove why vampires deserve to exist, if you can’t even beat me in a single round..." she said, her once calm demeanor gone in an instant.

In that moment stood the Nia who had waged war on Elaris, the one who ensured that every vampire clan across the multiverse was wiped out.

Long before any cycle could reset.

Now, she was nothing short of the Obsidian Devourer.

"Heh, if you can’t even manage that... then I swear on my love for Ash that I’ll destroy your entire bloodline and force you into an Unus."

She paused, a slow smile forming. "And... if you somehow win a round but still lose the fight, every vampire in Pantheos will suffer an eternal curse."

[Oh... she’s even crazier than I thought,] Kaelthyr’s system muttered in a barely audible tone.

Kaelthyr’s eyes widened for just a fraction of a second before he closed them briefly.

’Haha, you better fight like you mean it,’ a voice echoed in his mind—not his system, but Ash.

’Brat... I can’t possibly hurt your lover,’ he answered.

’Pfft, old man... like I said, fight like you mean it, or I won’t save you.’

At that, Kaelthyr’s eyes snapped open, and before him stood the man who had struck fear into countless civilizations.

"For the future of my kind..." he declared. Those were his final words before both of their auras erupted.

HUMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!