Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 482: The Mother’s 36 Seeds

Hearing his words, Clara clicked her tongue while shaking her head.

"Tch, Tch, Tch... don’t tell me you’re a sore loser?"

The Gambler opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, the small glowing orb Clara had created earlier — the brand-new Reality she had offered as a bet — simply vanished into thin air.

The Gambler’s eyes widened slightly as he watched his potential prize disappear.

Evelyn leaned forward, her voice calm but carrying a clear edge.

"Now that the game is over, it’s time for you to hold up your end of the deal." She said with an arching brow."

"Spill the beans.... Tell us everything you know about the Lost Realities... and any forbidden knowledge tied to them."

The Gambler stared at them for a few seconds, then let out a long, heavy sigh. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his slicked-back green hair as he accepted his defeat.

"Fine... I accept my lost" He said, "I’ll talk."

He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"But I should warn you — my information is dated. And it’s not entirely accurate." He advised before explaining.

"Everything I know about the Lost Realities was either won from other gamblers over the years or pieced together from fragments I collected. It’s not like I have some ancient scroll sitting in a vault. It’s just... what I believe to be true."

At this Clara and Evelyn both frowned at the same time.

Clara crossed her arms.

"Then why the hell were sent to you, if your information isn’t even reliable?"

The Gambler raised a brow, clearly caught off guard.

"Sent?" He questioned, "What do you mean ’sent’? Who sent you?"

Evelyn answered with slight sarcasm.

"We mean someone pointed us to you, duh." As she said this, she rose her arm showing the sigil on her wrist.

"The snow-white owl in the Threshold of Existence. He gave told us to come here to find you. Said you would know more about the Lost Realities."

The Gambler blinked, then let out a short, dry laugh.

"That old bird... still playing games, I see." While shaking his head he spoke again, "Looks like you two have been, ’had’.’

He then looked upwards as if he could see something or someone.

"What do you mean?" Clara questioned.

The Gambler gave a small, knowing smile.

"That old owl... he likes to watch. That’s what he does," he said, even though it wasn’t really part of the conversation.

He figured these two might not be bad to get acquainted with.

"He sits in that hallway and observes everything. If he sent you here without giving you much himself, it’s because he wants to see something he doesn’t understand."

He then paused, "I would say he’s curious about you two. About where you came from. About what you’re really after."

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she stayed quiet

The Gambler sighed again and finally began explaining what he knew.

"Alright... from what I’ve gathered over the years, the Lost Realities were once part of the Threshold of Existence at the very beginning of Time...."

He then went on with the things he pieced together.

Essentially back then, it’s said that the Mother created 36 Mana Verses or distinct realities that operated on mana variants.

These 36 verses were meant to birth 36 Absolute Warriors, beings who would one day rise to defend all of existence itself.

Evelyn suddenly raised a hand, cutting him off.

"Wait..." she said, her gentle voice laced with genuine confusion. "The Mother? Is that supposed to be a figure of speech?"

The Gambler paused and chuckled softly.

"You don’t actually believe everything came from some giant star explosion or whatever, do you?"

He glanced at both of them, clearly waiting for a reaction. When Clara and Evelyn neither laughed nor seemed to understand, he shook his head with a faint, amused sigh.

"No. The Mother isn’t a figure of speech at all." He said, "She’s the being above all things else. The one who created this.... All of it."

Clara tilted her head, her curiosity clearly piqued.

"How do you know that?"

The Gambler leaned back in his chair, his green eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and mystery.

"The same way I know everything else. From winning games." He added with a shrug,

"Over the ages, I’ve taken knowledge, secrets, and truths from beings who had no business losing them. And I’m one of the only two beings in existence who has ever laid eyes on her."

He let that statement hang in the air for a moment before waving a hand dismissively, clearly not wanting to linger on the topic.

"But that’s a story for another time. Let’s get back to the Lost Realities."

He leaned forward again, his voice dropping to a quieter, more serious tone.

"Over time... many of them vanished. Some fell to invaders from beyond the Thirty-Six. Others simply... disappeared without a trace."

"They can sometimes be found through rifts, ancient ruins, and the like. That’s why they’re now called the Lost Realities."

Clara and Evelyn listened intently, taking in every word.

"I think that’s enough for him, right?" Evelyn said looking towards Clara who was still recounting the information.

"More than enough..." She muttered as they stood up.

The Gambler watched them with a raised brow, clearly intrigued by how quickly they seemed satisfied.

Clara reached into the air and drew out a small, elegant black envelope that glimmered with faint golden runes. She set it on the table before him.

"For being a good sport... this is your invitation to the Grand Ball my family is hosting," she said.

"It’s in about two months. Once the final details are ready, the envelope will open on its own and form a teleportation gate directly to the venue."

Evelyn said with a small smile, "You can bring whoever you like—guests, subordinates, even rivals if you’re feeling daring. Just leave any nonsense behind. This isn’t the kind of event for causing trouble."

The Gambler picked up the envelope, turning it over with clear interest. "A Grand Ball hosted by the Ineffable Pantheon..." he murmured. "Now that’s something I wouldn’t miss."

Clara shot him a final, knowing glance.

"Good. See you there."

Without another word, the sisters turned and strolled out of the chamber, their footsteps fading down the golden hallway.

The Gambler stayed put, eyes fixed on the invitation in his hand, a slow, calculating smile spreading across his face.