100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 470 - Remembered

While rolling aside to evade the next deadly strike, Lucien snatched up another drop.

Voidcraft Healing Ring — A spinning cosmic emblem that transforms captured momentum into steady structural restoration.

Initially, it appeared worthless.

He still took the hit.

He still felt pain.

And the pain was intense.

The ring didn't absorb damage. It took in momentum. That meant the force slammed into him first. The agony still hit. The break still occurred. Only after that, any motion that didn't kill him outright got siphoned away and turned into healing.

That offered no solace.

It merely allowed him to endure the torment a bit more.

Blood dripped from Lucien's clenched teeth as he pressed on.

Spell followed spell. Law after law. Drop succeeding drop.

He deployed every tactic his mind could still grasp.

His divine energy stores had dipped under half. Survival was draining it quicker than he could rationalize, and his mind frayed under the strain of Perfect Calculation and Perfect Loop spinning out too many paths too fast.

Solutions existed.

Far too many, actually.

That was the issue.

His thoughts still spotted dozens of paths to flip the battle.

But no chances emerged to pull any off.

His skull pounded.

Data flooded in faster than the chaos let him respond.

That's when the two Primordial Incarnations struck once more.

They gave no time for recovery. No pause for his mind to steady. Not even a moment for the pain to fully settle in.

Convergence materialized behind him.

"What?" he said casually. "Out of methods already?"

Then he swung.

Lucien responded from sheer reflex.

"Bouncy Buddy."

The ability triggered.

Convergence’s fist connected—

and for a split second, his face shifted.

His strike encountered something like ultra-dense springiness. Destruction still poured in. Force still landed. Yet the utter end he anticipated got deflected into a bounce.

Lucien got hurled back regardless.

His form crashed toward the earth.

He impacted once.

Then rebounded.

His spine howled.

The agony bit hard, yet lacked finality.

The Voidcraft Healing Ring whirled to life immediately, siphoning the borrowed momentum from the bounce. Bouncy Buddy had prevented the collision from finishing him.

Lucien might have grinned—

if Severance hadn't been waiting there.

Positioned.

Right where Lucien would land.

That was the horror of facing them as a pair.

Convergence didn't just strike. He set up exactly where your counter would land.

Severance waited there, scythe poised.

Lucien deactivated Bouncy Buddy right away. Continued bouncing would only deliver him neatly to the blade.

He sent a quiet Edict via the Covenant of Unspoken Law.

"Resistance."

But at that moment—

Convergence’s command sliced across the field simultaneously.

"Pull."

That lone word proved deadly.

Lucien sensed the law grip him.

His frame, already angled for escape, got yanked from his path onto Convergence's chosen trajectory. He was hauled toward Severance’s falling scythe like a mistake existence rushed to fix.

Lucien tensed.

The scythe clashed with Beloved Bastion.

The armor endured.

Just.

The existential cleaving meant to divide him at his core got downgraded once more... reduced to blunt force and piercing defiance because Beloved Bastion was built for such utter denials.

Lucien tweaked once more.

He half-activated Dragon Beast Mode.

Dark draconic scales erupted over his chest and ribs under the armor, bolstering the fragile barrier enough to stop the scythe a mere breath short of fatal depth.

That breath sufficed.

Morphis morphed into a massive shotgun.

Lucien blasted at zero distance.

The shot slammed Severance square, shattering rhythm and propelling Lucien with backlash.

Lucien rode the backlash.

He soared rearward—

directly into Convergence.

"Hi," Convergence greeted.

Lucien’s reflexes stayed silent.

Convergence had compressed the world into his knuckles. Dust, position, nearness, error, and approach all funneled to one spot with eerie precision.

Then he struck.

Beloved Bastion held firm.

It would have hurt less if it hadn't.

Instead, Convergence funneled the entire blow past the armor’s defiance and rammed finality deep inside. Lucien's ribs crumpled internally. Organs ruptured. Blood gushed from his mouth in a scalding torrent.

He dropped.

His body struck the ground brutally.

His vision swam instantly.

Within, systems collapsed.

That's when Lucien unleashed another counter.

Covenant of Rejected Ruin — Proclaims that the selected target cannot reach structural zero from one fatal blow, blocking instant destruction no matter the power.

The inner devastation halted.

His form stayed a wrecked mess of organ failure, but the plunge to complete structural zero got blocked.

No restoration came. Just denial of full death.

That gave the Voidcraft Healing Ring time to act.

The ring absorbed the strike’s lingering momentum, processed it, and pumped slow structural repair into his wreckage.

Lucien forced himself upright again.

Pain defied words.

Each breath felt pilfered. Each shift unnatural.

Yet he advanced regardless.

A Severance wave rushed him. He dodged on raw determination. Before balance returned, Convergence loomed anew, cornering him between the front slash and the side certainty.

"Who would’ve thought," Convergence remarked, nearly impressed, "that you could still live after that."

Then his grin turned keen.

"But not for long."

Lucien knew it already.

The Covenant of Rejected Ruin cost dearly. He'd stockpiled divine energy over the year for two sure denials.

One spent.

One left.

That ought to reassure.

It didn't.

For something inside him faded differently.

Convergence had tampered.

With his persistence.

Lucien sensed frailty creeping into his decision gaps. Thoughts persisted. Will endured. But the power to enforce them under this assault waned.

He glanced up.

Severance on one flank. Convergence on the other.

He remained upright.

But no longer controlled the battle.

He merely persisted in their granted spaces.

Then they advanced as one again.

This round, Severance sliced the link between Lucien's will and his body.

For a horrifying instant, it worked.

Lucien’s form refused his commands.

Convergence seized the moment.

He stamped down.

Lucien’s body lifted against his control, hoisted precisely where doom awaited.

Convergence’s bloodied fist drew back anew.

Then thrust ahead.

The blow smashed Lucien's skull.

The power was grotesque.

Without Abyssal Pool reforging, without Beloved Bastion's tenacious grip, without prior survivals hardening him beyond his old self—

his head would have detached.

Instead, it held.

Blood erupted.

Bone wailed.

His sight went blank.

Lucien triggered the last stored denial in Covenant of Rejected Ruin.

Death got refused again.

Again, no cure... just blockage.

The Voidcraft Healing Ring converted the hit to gradual mending, but now it seemed trivial against their onslaught scale.

It granted moments.

Not solutions.

Severance advanced to finish neatly.

But Convergence lifted a palm.

"Wait."

Severance halted.

Convergence eyed Lucien sharply.

"I feel uneasy," he stated. "The Abyssal entity gave him something. He hasn't tapped it."

His smile vanished entirely.

"That suggests he's either concealing a snare... or too composed for someone overdue for death."

Lucien’s eyes flared wide involuntarily.

That betrayed him.

Convergence caught it.

Lucien sighed in defeat.

Alanthuriel’s warning echoed.

’Trust your judgement. Nihility is with you.’

He'd planned the dark radiance for later.

Now its dormancy raised alarms.

Lucien moved to grasp it—

When the heavens shifted.

He spotted it first.

Half-shattered on the dirt, slowly reassembling via Voidcraft Healing Ring, Lucien gaped skyward in shock.

The sun and moon—

were drawing together.

For the second time that day.

An eclipse formed.

For a dazed moment, Lucien couldn't draw breath.

Then clarity struck.

The cause.

He'd been recalled.

No other reason counted.

His allies.

They'd remembered him.

Someone pierced Oblivion’s severance. Someone reclaimed his name from nothingness. Someone eyed the void where he'd vanished and declared refusal.

Lucien laughed.

Not from humor.

From hope crashing back so fiercely it stung.

He laughed till tears streamed unbidden.

The noise cracked in his throat, emerging wild, thankful, drained in impossible measures.

The Eclipse Array.

It stirred anew.

For him.

Convergence sensed it too.

For the first time in the clash, his features twisted grimly.

For he knew what approached.

Moonfall Judgment.

And worse—

it targeted their spot.

Once the Lunarian ray fixed your place as verdict and you lingered in the Big World, it didn't veer off for polite wishes.

Lucien rose steadily.

His frame still mended. Divine energy neared empty. Safeguards nearly exhausted.

Yet he stood tall.

"This is it," he murmured, swiping tears with his hand's back. "My companions have acted."

Then he grinned at them.

At Convergence. At Severance. At the unreal arena. At death, for lingering so long yet failing to break him.

"Are you ready," he whispered, "for another round?"

This was his awaited breach.

The duo wouldn't retreat simply now. Separate flight let Lucien slip free. Staying invited Moonfall Judgment.

So he picked the third path.

He expended his remnants.

He unleashed a cosmic-attribute spell.

Cosmic Convergence.

The name's twist nearly widened his smile.

He scorched almost all leftover divine energy, sparing a sliver for last tweaks.

Then the cast finished.

Portals yawned behind him.

Hundreds.

And from each emerged a Lucien.

Past versions.

Temporal echoes pulled from his timeline, each bearing a phase of his history.

Varied combat styles, scars, paces, assurance levels, Morphis forms, law wieldings, instincts, resolves.

All true him. All authentic. All once defied odds.

They filed out till the field resembled manifested recollection.

Then, in unison—

Each invoked Dragon Beast Mode.

The air shrieked.

Convergence’s look altered.

Severance tightened on his scythe.

And from the darkening sky, Moonfall Judgment plunged toward them.

Lucien pressed on.

He grasped Alanthuriel’s dark radiance at last.

A measured share.

Then shadow flooded him. His form shadowed. Edges defied normal shape. Beloved Bastion and Genesis Set clung, shining amid his personal void. His gaze turned dread.

"Abyss Mode," he declared.

And so—

with Moonfall Judgment falling, hundreds of past selves surging, companions’ recall via eclipse, tears, rebellion—

The ultimate clash ignited.