100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 468 - Severance

Lucien's body took shape anew close to the spot where he had collapsed.

He rose once more in human shape, naked and intact. His skin reshaped with a chilling fluidity that seemed less like recovery and more like a complete overhaul from the instant death couldn't claim the soul.

Even the recoil from his domain's destruction had vanished.

The quaking devastation that ought to have lingered after such vast power's fall—

Nothing of it persisted.

Lucien grasped the reason right away.

Eternal Soul Core – As long as the user’s soul is intact, it can grant a second life upon death. It reforms their body near where they fell.

Alanthuriel’s final boon had played its role there as well.

A sliver of the shadowy glow that Alanthuriel had infused into him had guarded his innermost essence during Severance's strike. His spirit, his soul, and even the Divine Energy Core had been shielded sufficiently to prevent the Eternal Soul Core from faltering at the critical juncture.

Lucien responded without delay.

With one mental command, clothing materialized around his frame.

Then, he donned the Beloved Bastion, followed by the Genesis Set. Every piece reappeared in a surge of familiar configuration.

He felt profound relief that the Moment Anchor Seed’s power endured. Severance had aimed at him alone, sparing his gear.

Each relic snapped back to its pristine state the moment he summoned it.

Lucien placed a hand momentarily on the Beloved Bastion's chestplate.

And offered a single smile.

Next, he retrieved yet another drop.

Interdict Lens — A crystalline lens that reveals active prohibitions and lets the user reinforce or weaken them with energy.

He raised it to his eye and spotted the lingering trace of Severance upon himself.

A restriction.

Severance had sliced more than flesh.

It had severed his ties to the three surviving Life-Link Talismans and imposed a law-wound over the ruptured bonds, blocking any reconnection.

Lucien wasted no time.

He channeled divine energy into the Interdict Lens, eroding the restriction bit by bit, dismantling its power until the severed edge flickered.

Then Nihility wiped away the mandate that the links stay sundered.

The barrier crumbled.

Lucien sensed it without delay.

The three leftover Life-Link Talismans responded once more.

The bonds reformed.

Three additional lives.

Not abundant.

Yet vital.

Meanwhile, for the first occasion in this mad chain of events, Convergence appeared truly stunned.

He gaped.

Then chuckled in utter astonishment.

"To withstand Severance’s strike head-on and return... that’s ridiculous."

His gaze roamed across Lucien, the reinstated armor, the gear, and the rebuilt form.

"Those artifacts you wear aren’t merely scarce. They defy logic. Wrong in the sense that reality shouldn’t allow them here."

Then his grin narrowed.

"Doesn’t matter. We’ll uncover your nature soon enough."

His stare intensified.

"Whether through your death or your exploitation."

The hush across the battlefield had shattered. Lucien's obliterated domain had claimed the Stillvoice Conduit too, restoring sound to existence.

Above, Severance lingered nearby.

He hovered midair, scythe gripped in one hand, like a dark verdict undecided on delivering another slice below.

He dropped toward Convergence and fixed him with a stare.

Convergence seemed annoyed.

"You and that wrecked husk of yours," he grumbled. "Won’t speak, won’t clarify, yet always complicating matters."

Then he gestured casually at Lucien.

"Over there. Superior vessel. Claim it. Mine requires a moment."

Severance pivoted.

His eyes locked with Lucien's.

Lucien's gaze tightened.

Comparing the pair, the choice was clear.

Convergence posed greater complexity.

Severance wielded superior might.

That distinction counted.

Convergence eliminated by closing options. He nullified gut feelings. He rendered responses pointless.

Severance differed. Each blow proved lethal, each move monstrous, each path drenched in ruinous certainty...

Yet he remained predictable in one key aspect.

Lucien's reflexes functioned against him.

Severance stayed direct.

He slashed. He terminated. He divided.

Thus, Lucien could rely on his body’s warnings before doom struck.

Surviving Convergence proved harder. Enduring Severance's hits tougher.

Should both fully engage—

Lucien wouldn’t endure.

So he needed to act while Convergence recovered and before Severance locked into a fight-ending pattern.

Convergence, as though divining Lucien's intent, smirked.

"Summon anyone you like," he declared. "I’m not unjust."

He lifted his shoulders.

"No desire for later accusations."

Then his voice turned gentle with feigned pity.

"Though I doubt replies will come."

Lucien's expression soured at once.

He attempted it regardless.

The Concord Pact channel throbbed.

A link existed.

He sensed its presence.

The framework endured. The vow-thread persisted un-erased. Yet no response arrived.

Not from silence on their end.

Oblivion’s imprint had erased identification. The Pact could relay in theory, but to every linked consciousness, the transmission registered as a void failing to identify as Lucien. The tie lingered. The identity vanished.

He tested the communicator tied to Seran.

Silence.

Not due to malfunction.

Tools bound to self and purposeful aim demanded universal consensus that "Lucien" remained a legitimate recipient.

Oblivion hadn’t merely wiped him from recollections.

It had detached him from connective assurance.

Any reliance on acknowledgment, invocation, or recall as the intended party... now crumbled in eerie, dreadful fashions.

The cosmos recalled such bonds once formed.

It forgot his legitimacy as their holder.

Lucien set the device aside.

His eyelids shut for a fleeting instant.

All efforts failed.

Convergence chuckled quietly.

That deepened Lucien's loathing.

Then—

Severance lunged.

Lucien's senses shrieked.

A severance surge swept the field via one scythe arc.

Lucien reacted in a flash.

He activated another drop.

Veil of Fractured Reality — A robe that lets the wearer phase between dimensions for short durations, allowing attacks and spells to pass through harmlessly. Consumes the user’s energy rapidly.

His figure slid into layered dimensional rift.

The surge traversed him—

No.

It crossed his displaced position.

Severance awaited there already.

He had bisected the gap itself.

One instant distant. The next before Lucien, scythe plunging down.

Lucien reactivated the Veil, seeking deeper shift to fully evade the blow.

Severance cleaved that as well.

He rent the phase.

Lucien's warnings blared near agony.

He contorted aside at the final second.

The scythe grazed him—

and the Beloved Bastion countered.

Rather than dismantling his being's core logic, Lucien escaped total conceptual demise. The plate absorbed the profound purpose, converting it to mere force.

The impact hurled him airborne still.

Lucien tumbled midair, yet this time his Crown of Creation adjusted.

He called forth an embedded power previously integrated.

Crown of the Colossal King — Channels earth’s raw might. When worn, it enhances strength, vitality and regeneration while providing resistance against knockback or pressure-based attacks.

The influence coursed via the Crown of Creation immediately.

Lucien sensed his frame grow denser truly. His build solidified. Compressive force lost its dominance. The propelling inertia forfeited some claim to fling him.

He escaped the trajectory.

And struck first this round.

Prior to engaging, he invoked another drop.

Shadowguard Essence – Temporarily creates a barrier that absorbs damage equal to a portion of the user’s mana.

Mana erupted, solidifying into a slim shadowy shield tracing his silhouette.

Then Morphis divided into twin daggers brimming with law-weight that made surrounding air howl.

Lucien whirled into the charge beneath the Law of Tempest. Gale, force, illusions, echoed strides from the Boots of Reflection, and Morphis’ draconic power merged until his advance resembled not a charging warrior but a savage storm selecting prey.

Severance confronted him.

Like a beast delighted at last by a foe approaching swiftly enough to merit the stroke.

The scythe swept from an inconceivable direction. The boundary of feasible and forbidden had been sliced for the assault.

It ought to have rent Lucien apart.

But—

The Shadowguard Essence intercepted first.

The shield flared, soaked the initial harm, and exacted a massive toll on Lucien’s divine energy in one voracious draw.

Lucien clenched his jaw against the depletion and seized the brief pause it granted.

He thrust.

Both blades plunged toward Severance’s flank.

They connected.

Truly landed.

Crimson seeped.

But scarcely.

Far too minor and pathetic for the price paid.

Severance barely registered hurt like Convergence’s vessel had. He noted the wound’s existence and pressed on as if it concerned another.

Lucien bellowed, flooding the daggers with laws.

But Severance altered his assault.

From close quarters, he unleashed a severance burst at Lucien’s psyche, aiming to sever the ties of flesh, soul, and mind.

Lucien triggered yet another safeguard simultaneously.

Starlit Codex.

It anchored his components' bonds just ere Severance pierced. The assault still nipped. Lucien felt awareness chill partially. Yet it held intact.

He grinned amid peril.

Previously, facing Severance first, he’d sensed like quarry before catastrophe.

Now—

Even within the Celestial Realm—

He drew blood.

That marked vast progress.

But such assurance endured briefly.

Then Severance slashed.

The daggers ceased valid presence where lodged.

And simultaneously—

Lucien detected it anew.

The eerie calm.

The unseen constriction.

Convergence... rejoined combat.

He’d timed entry precisely where Lucien, Severance, and battlefield echoes aligned too rigidly on the ensuing flow.

Lucien found himself ensnared.

He struggled to shift... in vain.

Severance’s subsequent surge struck.

And Lucien perished once more.

Salvaging radiance burst forth.

Revival yanked him back—

Yet prior to full readiness, the convergence snapped shut again.

Instant second demise.

Lucien wrenched free the third revival by instant action upon return.

He vaulted rearward and crushed another drop within.

Shedding Scale Relic – A preserved serpent scale that allows the user to purge one debuff by shedding a layer of aura.

Instantly, an aura stratum sloughed like shed hide.

He comprehended.

Convergence hadn’t merely pinned him positionally.

During revival, he’d tagged him with a covert debuff. A stealthy Inevitability Latch, a convergence-mark forcing post-restoration actions to funnel into lethal repetition.

Explaining the swift follow-up death.

The Shedding Scale stripped the latch.

Lucien staggered back, gasping heavily.

One Life-Link Talisman left.

His pulse hammered once.

Fiercely painful.

The surrounding battlefield loomed vast.

Severance loomed scythe poised. Convergence waited distant, hand restored, observing like a leisurely headsman unhurried with the blade.

And Lucien—

One life remaining—

Lifted his gaze anew.