100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 471 - Execution

"This is impossible," Convergence declared.

Beneath the humor in his tone hid a genuine edge—a hint of doubt he failed to mask swiftly.

"How can anyone evade an Abyssal Being’s certainty? How do you endure memory?"

Severance stayed silent.

He hung motionless in the air, gripping his scythe, gazing up at the growing shadows in the sky as the second eclipse gathered above the Big World.

And in that fleeting moment—

His quiet demeanor rang familiar.

Like the scene overhead stirred a buried recollection he wished to forget forever.

Then Moonfall Judgment struck.

The ray plunged from the moon with ruthless accuracy, akin to a verdict long set, now simply delivered for declaration.

It targeted them both.

That fact alone revealed all Lucien required.

They had recalled him.

Someone yanked him from oblivion with force enough to trigger another eclipse.

Lucien grinned.

Under the falling ray, the battlefield shifted instantly.

Convergence and Severance darted away in opposing paths at horrifying velocity, each forsaking the mutual kill-zone the moment Moonfall Judgment fixed upon them.

Yet the ray showed no pause.

It selected.

And selected Severance.

Lucien’s gaze intensified.

Naturally, it would.

Of the pair, Severance offered the purer path to total destruction.

The ray veered toward him with icy, mechanical resolve.

Severance reacted.

He evaded with flawless precision, slashing gaps, adjusting trajectories, shortening the route from current spot to desired one. He even slashed his scythe once, unleashing a Severance surge skyward against the oncoming Moonfall.

The outcome shocked even Lucien.

The surge disappeared.

It got consumed.

Moonfall Judgment engulfed the Severance surge and pressed onward, as if the defiance amounted to a mere pebble dropped in a vast sea.

The Eclipse Array proved far more terrifying than Lucien had grasped fully.

The Devourer had crumbled before it. Now Severance’s straightforward counter failed to slow it.

Precisely then, the Luciens sprang into action.

Scores of former incarnations charged ahead together.

Not at Severance’s present location.

At his future one.

Every Lucien slipped into a synchronized pattern with the instinct of habits forged over countless lives of battle.

Dragon Beast Mode transformed them into a horde of warfare unlike any other.

Their united power rattled the atmosphere.

They divided into tiered wedges and shifting arcs, forming a dynamic barrier tactic meant to render Moonfall Judgment evasion increasingly difficult until the ray turned into the arena’s deadliest edge.

Convergence responded without delay.

His hand shifted, compelling the world to comply.

He spawned convergence nodes amid the oncoming horde, compelling routes to intersect, schedules to crumble, and forms to converge on deadly spots for collisions that would shatter their momentum.

He decreed commands over the battlefield, warped winds, shifted trajectories, diverted the moon-ray’s seeming target, and maneuvered segments of the Lucien array into spots where Moonfall Judgment could incinerate them directly.

Lucien countered right away.

He triggered yet another drop.

Covenant of Unbroken Stampede — Enforces a unified advance where all aligned forces move as one, allowing momentum to compound and rendering individual disruption incapable of halting the whole.

The influence rippled across the time-based array like an oath.

Instantly, the Luciens stopped acting as separate entities in the usual way.

They merged into a single surge. A single power. A single assault. A single growing resolve.

Convergence’s nodes still appeared, yet they failed to block progress.

Separate Luciens got thrown off. Routes twisted. Some smashed together. Some vanished. None of it counted.

The collective pressed on.

And with perfect unity from the Covenant, the array’s drive amplified at every stride. The greater Convergence’s meddling, the more it bolstered the mounting tide of unstoppable advance they forged.

Even his disruption efforts started to falter.

Severance observed it as well.

Now he faced dodging Moonfall Judgment while repelling a thundering legion from his foe’s past.

He struck out.

His scythe gleamed, wiping out entire rows of prior Luciens in brutal arcs that severed motion, stance, and existence alike.

But the survivors adjusted on instinct via shared recollection and intimate self-awareness.

Beneath the eclipse, they shifted to Eclipse attribute magic.

One Lucien lifted both palms and unleashed Black Horizon Inversion, a incantation converting a severing surge into eclipse-black absorption, drawing the assault’s power into a realm of dense darkness.

Another retaliated via Whitefall Reprisal, hurling the amassed ruin outward as gleaming spears that forked and rained upon Severance from multiple angles.

More piled on.

Umbral Tide. Pale Zenith Burst. Moonshadow Lattice. Eclipse Pulse: Twin Descent.

Black consumed. White expelled.

Amid the eclipse, those incantations gained unnatural strength. Severance’s strikes got devoured, reversed, and flung back as luminous heavenly fury crafted by hundreds of unified beings.

For the first occasion—

Severance faltered in tempo.

...

At the same time, Convergence couldn’t focus solely on aid anymore.

For Lucien had closed in on him.

His shadowed shape in Abyss Mode no longer resembled bodily motion.

It materialized.

As if space itself grew ashamed of feigning relevance.

Lucien materialized next to Convergence in a haze of shadowy emergence and lashed out.

Nihility erupted from his limb like reality’s gash.

Convergence smashed a fist into his skull.

Lucien didn’t evade.

The knuckles pierced the shadowy contour of his visage—

and halted.

No force registered.

Rather, Convergence sensed his fist plunge into void oblivion. Prolonged touch let Nihility gnaw not at skin, but at the assurance defining the fist’s persistence.

Convergence blinked away instantly, rematerializing below on solid earth by advancing to a prior safer instant.

He jerked his hand sharply, flinging off clinging Nihility with clear annoyance.

"So that’s the gift from the Abyssal Being," he remarked.

His face shifted once more.

"Powerful. Utterly troublesome. Yet insufficient."

Lucien’s shadowed visage betrayed no feeling.

"We’ll see."

Then they collided.

This battle stage differed wildly from prior ones.

Convergence avoided prolonged close combat. He hit, yanked, rerouted, and retreated. His blows grew more abstract now that Abyss Mode compelled him to view Lucien beyond mere physicality.

He struck at "existence." Kicked at "manifestation." Warped the field so Lucien’s next spot turned fatally unwise.

Lucien mirrored the approach.

In Abyss Mode, he nullified space personally. Convergence drew threads tight; Lucien obliterated gaps between clashing loci and passed through the rift.

Convergence sealed outcomes. Lucien stripped the sense holding those outcomes firm.

The duel grew horrific.

No mortal watcher could track it.

They flickered in and out across the field swifter than vision permitted. Their exchanges birthed no tidy blasts, just localized aberrations.

Hollow warps in void, nullified paths, shattered assumptions, and split-seconds where reality lost sequence order.

Lucien held pace in this state.

Temporarily.

That marked the positive side.

The negative was Convergence’s alarmingly swift evolution.

His strikes now bore abstract repercussions. Deep enough contact would compel Lucien’s form to accept harm before Nihility purged it fully.

Lucien wounded him likewise.

Each touch cost the striking hand dearly. Shadowy glow crept along flesh, consuming assurance, turning the exterior against itself. Convergence required brief moments to dispel the persistent Nihility.

And at such velocities, that pause created gaps.

Lucien seized them all.

He etched dark wounds on the exterior. Induced faulty landings. Herded Convergence into zones of disrupted consensus, rendering even the Primordial’s stance perilous.

They inflicted pain mutually.

They persisted.

Yet elsewhere, Luciens dropped in greater numbers.

Severance proved overwhelmingly mighty.

The Covenant of Unbroken Stampede rendered the array inexorable collectively, but left singles fragile.

A precise Severance blow still obliterated each prior Lucien near-instantly. One by one, they perished...

Still, every demise funneled divine energy earthward, threading unseen paths to join a groundwork Lucien had laid far earlier, unnoticed by the fray.

He felt no concern.

That segment followed the scheme.

Severance’s aggression mounted as the horde and Moonfall Judgment hemmed him ever narrower. He felled Luciens by droves now, but prolonged struggle amplified the horde’s relentless surge and saturated the terrain below with covert patterns.

Then Lucien spotted the issue.

Moonfall Judgment endured excessively.

Beyond its due span.

He understood the toll for one Eclipse Array activation. The second demanded steeper cost. He sensed, with unnamed dread, the sustainers paying dearly per extra tick.

His Abyss Mode waned too.

The shadowy aura never proved boundless. It merely masked agony. It never negated his prior exhaustion upon entry.

Now reserves dwindled.

Amid dozens of exchanges per instant with Convergence, Lucien detected initial fraying at the dark form’s borders.

The eclipse ray withdrew gradually until gone. It endured precisely 10 seconds.

Additional Luciens fell. Their divine energy plunged soilward.

Convergence detected the decline at once.

"So," he noted amid strikes, "your power wanes."

Lucien’s stare steeled.

One final instant.

All he required.

They traded a frenzy of blows. Convergence landed. Lucien nullified partial harm. Convergence rerouted. Lucien bridged space. Convergence leaped to future secure ground. Lucien eroded that ground’s surety, compelling withdrawal.

Then the shadowy aura collapsed fully.

Abyss Mode ended.

Lucien reverted to mortal shape mid-flight.

Instantly, torment reclaimed full dominion.

Breathing grew labored. Pulse thundered wildly. Limbs weighed leaden. Sight hazed peripherally.

Convergence observed it all.

He drew back a fist.

Lucien met his eyes directly.

"Punch me in the chest if you dare," he taunted with a grin.

Convergence arched a brow.

"I didn’t know you had that kind of fetish."

Yet he obliged.

The blow slammed true into Beloved Bastion.

The armor endured.

The force didn’t.

Again, Convergence drove ruin beyond surface denial into Lucien’s core. Lucien sensed internals crumple around the hit as he hurtled downward.

This time, he stayed down.

Prone, immobile, innards aflame, frame too frail to feign strength.

Convergence held back.

That spoke volumes.

Instead, he pivoted to aid Severance in thinning the leftover Luciens.

Hundreds dwindled to fifty. Fifty to thirty. Then scant more.

Each temporal duplicate faded to divine energy, merging into the soil.

Lucien witnessed it.

And grinned.

Then he chuckled.

A vast, fractured, weary guffaw bordering on insanity.

Convergence glanced over first.

Severance peered amid dodges too.

A last Lucien crumpled nearby, melting to radiance.

The ultimate segment sealed.

Finally—

The array stood complete.

Lucien’s digits clawed the soil.

And the battlefield responded.

A colossal array ignited below.

It had assembled piecemeal throughout, concealed under fallen Luciens’ infused divine energy, shaped via precise paths, moments, and demises Lucien had orchestrated.

Lucien poured his essence within.

Never before had he expended Essence so urgently. So trapped. So earnestly willing that if death claimed him, one foe joined.

The array ignited.

A construct refined by Lucien’s cleverness and Seran’s twisted tactics.

Pilfered Gargoyle rationale. Honed killing framework. Core remnant of an ancient beast retort.

It roused beneath.

The Execution Circle blazed across the earth.