100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 462 - Moonfall Judgement

Every eye beneath the darkening sky lifted upward.

It did not matter whether they understood what they were seeing.

The ignorant stared in shock. The informed stared in disbelief. The ancient stared in dread.

That beam—

That impossible column descending out of the moon—

Awakened memories older than most kingdoms.

Moonfall Judgment.

That was what the ancient ones had called it in the old war.

The old ones stirred.

Those who had lived through the Millenia War and still possessed enough memory to fear properly did not see only light.

They saw extermination.

They saw battlefronts erased so completely that even monster tides had broken in confusion before realizing they were already dead.

They saw the old backbone of the war:

The Lunarians.

Ever since the Eternal of Stillness vanished, the Lunarians had retreated to the moon. No one had reached them since. Their technological laws and array systems had advanced far beyond the level where brute power alone could knock on their door.

The moon had become untouchable.

Which meant that when the sky darkened and Moonfall Judgment descended once more, old minds across the world arrived at the same conclusion.

The Lunarians had returned.

Some felt relief. Some felt awe. Some felt fear.

If the Lunarians had chosen to emerge again, then the chaos in the world had become far worse than many had realized.

They did not know the true reason.

Those who knew nothing of the Lunarians were simply terrified.

To them, it looked like the heavens had chosen a place to kill.

And in the West, enough people knew what that beam was aimed at.

The Devourer.

Nearby forces, sect sentries, city-watch officers, and hidden practitioners all stared upward and watched the impossible spear of annihilation descend upon the living disaster above Sareth.

In the Lunareth Sect, the disciples looked up, crescent eyes glowing in silence.

Some stood with hands folded inside their sleeves. Some bowed their heads slightly. Some stared with a stillness so complete it felt like reverence.

They knew more than the others.

The moon had judged again.

•••

The beam descended.

Lucien’s delay had worked.

By the time the eclipse-force struck, he, Morveth, and Aerolith were already tearing themselves away from the immediate kill-zone in one violent retreat.

Then the world below them vanished into white-black ruin.

The beam did not simply hit the Devourer.

It fixed it.

The column locked onto its immense body and followed.

The Devourer screamed.

The sound shook mountains.

Tentacles flailed across the sky, carving through cloud and air with enough violence to split shockwaves into visible rings. Entire lengths of its flesh disintegrated under the beam. Eyes burst one after another in wet detonations. Great chunks of its impossible body were burned out of existence.

And yet—

It recovered.

Even while annihilation chewed through it, its Law fought back.

Raw extinction-force erased it.

Continuance rebuilt it.

A terrible balance formed in the sky.

The beam reduced. The Devourer restored. The beam deepened. The Devourer answered.

It looked less like a creature being killed and more like two laws arguing over whether it still had the right to remain.

Lucien watched, breath tight in his chest.

He had expected this.

But expectation did nothing to lessen the sight.

The Eclipse Array was devastating against armies because armies died normally.

This thing did not.

Its persistence was monstrous.

Its hunger had become structure.

Its existence had been layered so heavily in consumed power that even celestial annihilation could not erase it cleanly in one pass.

Still—

that had never been the point.

They just needed time.

And Moonfall Judgment had bought it.

Five seconds.

Only five.

But five seconds of that beam was enough to permanently change the shape of the Devourer’s body.

When the beam finally ceased, the sky did not return to normal immediately.

The false eclipse lingered like a bruise across the heavens.

And the Devourer—

looked wrong.

A massive patch of its upper mass had been erased entirely. Several tentacle roots were gone. Whole fields of eyes had been burned out. Its flesh writhed with unstable regrowth.

Then its surviving eyes healed first.

One by one.

And as they reformed—

their color changed.

They became blood-red.

Lucien’s expression hardened.

"It’s angry now," Aerolith said.

"That implies it wasn’t before," Morveth answered.

Lucien did not waste breath.

They moved.

No one needed to say why.

The core.

That was the only answer that mattered now.

If they could expose it, if they could shatter it before the Devourer restored too much of itself, then maybe...

But even the eclipse had failed to reveal where the beast-core was hidden.

Lucien’s Burrower’s Eye had been useless against that scale of distorted mass. Structural Insight did not work too.

The Devourer’s body was too vast, too layered, and too conceptually turbulent for him to trace the exact knot of life at its center.

And they did not have enough firepower to simply shave the whole thing down properly.

Still, they attacked.

The moment they closed in, the Devourer’s blood-red eyes darted toward them.

Then it shrieked.

This time there was no delight in it.

Only hostility.

It struck the world itself.

Its tentacles pounded the land below, and whole ridgelines rose upward in an instant, mountains torn free and hurled as projectiles. Pieces of terrain spun through the air like divine execution stones.

Each one carried enough force to flatten cities.

Lucien, Morveth, and Aerolith split immediately.

They maneuvered well.

Too well to be hit cleanly.

But the Devourer had become cleverer in its rage.

It no longer cared only about striking them.

It aimed through them.

If they dodged, the attack continued. If they redirected, the remnants still fell. If they broke one projectile, three more followed the same path.

Nearby settlements began suffering for it.

A sect barrier exploded under falling debris. A merchant outpost lost its entire outer wall in one strike. A defensive formation in a smaller city shattered after taking a tentacle-cast mountain directly into its upper grid.

Morveth had no choice.

He took the hits.

Again. And again.

His shell blazed under continuance as he shoved himself between the falling destruction and the settlements beneath. Each impact made the sky ring. Each block sent stress-lines of void-light rippling across his shell. He endured, but even he could not intercept everything.

Aerolith moved through the air like a silver storm, breaking trajectories, redirecting fragments, and forcing smaller pieces aside with enormous sweeps of continuity-laced pressure.

Lucien fought in the middle of that chaos.

He layered Horizon to bend the angle of descending mountains. Stillness to freeze projectile-lines just long enough for settlements to restore partial barriers. Burden to force heavier debris off-course. Creation to throw up transient clauses of impact-splitting geometry in front of population centers.

He was fast.

He was clever.

He was... not enough.

A whole district on the edge of one settlement was flattened anyway. A watchtower vanished. People died.

That made frustration rise like acid in Lucien’s chest.

If this went on even a little longer—

The Devourer would fully heal and the casualties below would multiply faster than he could justify to himself.

Then Astraea’s voice hit the Concord link.

[We are coming, little brother. Hold for one breath more.]

Lucien smiled despite everything.

Finally.

"Hold on," he said sharply to Morveth and Aerolith.

That was all they needed.

The two of them moved as one.

Morveth deliberately drew the Devourer’s next heavy strike, shell-first, while Aerolith glided above the line of pursuit and folded the beast’s visual field through motion, confusing its target-lock just enough to force hesitation.

Then—

The ruined ground below erupted with presence.

Eleven vast forces rose from the broken earth.

And Shadow with them, already falling back and controlling the Void Disc from a safe line behind their advance.

The ancient beasts had arrived.

Condoriano broke upward first.

His Law of Horizon burst around him in layered displacement, and he struck the Devourer not with brute impact alone but with altered position. For one impossible instant, the beast lost ownership of where it was.

That was enough.

Its whole body was displaced upward.

Lifted back into the sky.

But far enough.

"We are here!" Condoriano declared, laughter and violence mingling in the same breath.

Astraea rose next.

"We take this battle into the Void," she said immediately. "Its scale is wrong for the world below. If our strikes miss, whole settlements die for our accuracy."

Grave’s burden settled across the air beneath the Devourer, making space itself heavier.

Aurvang thundered into position. Noctryn took the rear angle. Saber moved lower, already searching for killing lines. Thal’voryn, Ashkara, Xianru, Virex, Kira—all of them spread in a pattern that only ancient beings who had fought old catastrophes before could form so quickly.

Shadow kept his focus on the disc.

Astraea’s eyes flicked once toward Lucien.

"Leave this to us for now."

Kira’s voice followed.

"I heard from the Puppeteer that you are under trouble, little brother. Do not spend yourself wastefully here if you are needed elsewhere."

Saber’s voice cut through the link like stone dragged across steel.

"Stay alive. That is the more difficult task at the moment."

Lucien smiled.

Though he did not like stepping back from the battle, the logic was perfect.

Then Saber shouted,

"Puppeteer. Now."

The ancient beasts moved together.

For one second—

one single precious second—

their combined laws locked the Devourer in place.

Tempest. Horizon. Burden. Momentum. Depth. Stagnation. Storm. Predation. Renewal. Echo. Metamorphosis.

All of it slammed down at once.

The Devourer convulsed beneath the sudden conceptual weight.

Shadow acted instantly.

Condoriano had already shifted his position to bring the Void Disc within exact range.

The Covenant of Pathless Sovereignty ignited.

Reality folded.

And the whole battlefield tore itself away.

The Devourer. The ancient beasts. Shadow.

Gone.

Taken into the Void.

Only Lucien, Morveth, and Aerolith remained behind in the broken sky above Sareth.

Lucien let out a breath he had not realized he was holding.

That save had been flawless.

And terrifyingly close.

Morveth and Aerolith returned to their human forms soon after.

Aerolith landed beside him first, brushing dust from herself with the complete seriousness of someone who had just participated in a catastrophe and still felt personally offended by debris.

"What now, big brother?" she asked.

Lucien looked at the damaged settlements in the distance.

His expression dimmed.

"We go to the affected ones first," he said. "We help the injured."

Morveth looked at him sidelong.

"You still think this is your fault."

Lucien smiled faintly.

"I released it before. If I hadn’t, those Void-Walkers wouldn’t have had this exact disaster to turn back around."

"That is not a clean line of blame," Morveth said.

"No," Lucien agreed. "But it is close enough for me."

Neither Morveth nor Aerolith argued after that.

They moved.

Settlement by settlement.

Wherever the Devourer’s redirected attacks had landed, they went.

The nearest one had suffered worst. A quarter of its outer district had been leveled flat. Homes crushed. Market roads buried. Defensive posts broken open like brittle toys.

The people’s reactions were as mixed as expected.

All of that was natural.

Lucien did not waste time.

He helped.

That was more useful than speeches.

Morveth and Aerolith moved through the rubble with enormous care.

Those gravely injured and close to death received Continuance directly. It was enough to deny ending for a little longer.

Lucien stabilized crushed bodies, mended what he could, and used his drops and skills on those most likely to survive if given one more chance.

When they finished one settlement, they went to the next.

Then the next.

The work was brutal.

And human.

It grounded the whole disaster in a way battle never quite did.

By the time they reached the last affected place, Lucien’s hands felt heavier than they had in the sky.

This final one was different.

It was luckier.

It was a smaller city, something closer to a reduced Aurion. Its barriers had bent without fully breaking, and the governing force here had reacted quickly enough to limit the damage.

Only a few injuries remained by the time Lucien arrived.

For the first time since the Devourer appeared, he could breathe without feeling like every second was already late.

They came through the market district.

It was quieter than it should have been, but not ruined. Stalls stood open. Vendors were shaken, but alive. The smell of scorched air mixed bizarrely with candied fruit and chilled milk.

Aerolith’s eyes widened.

"Big brother," she said, pointing with complete sincerity, "there is so much food."

Lucien laughed despite himself.

"Yes," he said. "Go. Eat your fill."

He tossed her a storage ring full of spirit crystals.

Aerolith brightened instantly.

Morveth gave Lucien one slow look, then sighed with the resignation of someone who understood what came next.

"I am supervising," he said.

"Please do," Lucien replied.

Aerolith was already halfway gone.

Lucien stood there a moment longer, looking around the market.

It was peaceful here.

Too peaceful.

For a brief second, he almost forgot the pressure sitting beneath everything. Almost forgot that he was still waiting for an inevitable meeting that could rip reason apart at any ordinary moment.

Then he saw Aerolith again a little farther away.

She had already acquired what looked unmistakably like an ice cream.

Then he noticed the person standing beside her.

A curly man. Holding an ice cream of his own.

He was licking it slowly.

His gaze never left Lucien.

The peaceful market blurred around him.

Lucien’s body reacted first.

Every instinct in him tightened.

The man took one last lick. The ice cream vanished neatly.

Only then did he speak.

"Hi," he said.

His tone was casual and almost friendly.

"We finally meet."

Lucien’s hair stood on end.

The market noise around them suddenly felt very far away.

It was him.

Convergence.