100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 483 - Tour

Lucien exhaled slowly.

The final memory bubble dissolved into nothingness above the table, and the room at last reverted to its normal state.

He leaned back a bit, yet his mind refused to quiet in the ensuing hush.

Truthfully, that fight left him unsatisfied.

He possessed the ability to achieve even more.

Others might view it as impossible. Yet Lucien spotted the openings, the untapped choices, and the routes he had opted against.

It stemmed not from hesitation.

Rather, it was deliberate restraint.

Additional tools lay at his disposal.

He merely refrained from deploying them.

Slime Beast Mode counted among those options.

The Incarnations harbored extreme caution toward slimes, which explained their extreme measures to wipe out the species from the Big World.

Next came the Origin Core Fragment.

Brandishing it publicly would have drawn inevitable scrutiny. Should the Incarnations seize it from him, the consequences would extend far beyond his personal defeat.

Lucien shook his head then.

Rehashing it further served no purpose.

He had come back.

That fact alone shaped the path ahead.

He would cultivate greater strength.

Silently.

In manners that revealed themselves only when countermeasures proved futile.

This round, survival would not hinge solely on razor-thin escapes and precise gambles.

This time, he aimed to forge an unassailable presence immune to such tight corners.

…

Following several moments of quiet, Lucien raised his gaze once more toward Marie.

"I want to see my original body."

Marie stood up right away.

"I’ll get it."

Without delay, she stepped into the black cube and soon emerged carrying the cryogenic chamber.

They had kept it hidden from everyone in this world. A wise choice. Its appearance would have shattered too many who ought not bear that haunting vision.

The chamber descended softly to the ground.

For an instant, silence reigned.

Lucien’s original body rested within.

It still bore the Genesis Set and Beloved Bastion.

Lucien gazed upon it.

With a mere thought, the gear detached from the corpse and slipped back into his inventory.

He approached and triggered Structural Insight.

Reality shifted.

Everything transformed into threads.

And right there—

embedded deep in the corpse’s structure—

sat the Divine Energy Core.

The sprout atop it persisted. The surrounding inner mechanisms still appeared vast beyond Lucien’s full comprehension. Yet now, he could observe it without succumbing to its overwhelm.

He lifted two fingers and performed a subtle gesture.

A response came.

The Divine Energy Core extracted itself from the former body through a whisper-quiet tug of exquisite precision.

The onlookers held their breaths.

The core floated toward Lucien’s brow—

and merged into his conceptual space.

In that fleeting moment, Lucien peered inward.

His rejuvenated spirit whirled instantly to welcome the core, enfolding it with profound gentleness.

Then—

all transformed.

Divine energy surged toward him from every angle.

No.

From across the continent.

His eyes flared wide.

The deluge rushed in with overwhelming power, forcing the others to retreat a step while city hall occupants sensed their hair lifting amid air crackling with potency surpassing mere mana.

Comprehension dawned on Lucien swiftly.

Instinctively, he turned toward Clara.

She remained poised, hands clasped, a faint yet deeply satisfied smile gracing her lips.

Obviously.

This constituted faith.

Five years of nurtured faith.

The epiphany hit him harder than anticipated.

Throughout his time in the Big World, thoughts of those left behind had occupied him constantly. He fretted over them, strategized for them, factored them into nearly every pivotal choice.

And they—

had kept him in their thoughts as well.

The influx of divine energy confirmed it.

Lucien sensed the core swelling.

Words failed to capture the feeling adequately. The expansion felt opulent yet crushing, leaving him motionless for seconds as he basked in the sheer improbability.

He still grasped not the full mechanics.

How faith fueled growth. How loyalty bridged that divide. How Clara had foreseen it swiftly enough to erect this foundation before he even recognized its potential.

Analysis could wait.

For the present, he accepted the gift.

The room’s occupants gawked openly.

Clara alone betrayed no shock.

Once the cascade ebbed and the final divine strands receded, Lucien breathed out steadily, rolling his shoulders one after the other.

He appeared unburdened.

•••

Later that day, Lucien ventured out solo.

Amid all the upheavals, he craved simplicity.

He yearned to stroll through Lootwell.

The others voiced mild objections before relenting, recognizing this as integral to his homecoming.

Daylit Lootwell differed from the recollection in his thoughts.

It had expanded remarkably.

Roads now featured superior layouts. Docks stood fortified. Fresh districts occupied former vacant expanses or provisional zones.

Goblin-adapted tech blended seamlessly into the infrastructure, exceeding Lucien’s projections. Defensive pylons mingled with civic devices, lending the territory a vibe of sophistication intertwined with everyday vitality.

Population had exploded.

Children dashed about where tension once dominated paths. Merchants traversed tidy streets. Warehouses had doubled up. Signal towers beamed synchronized lights across areas. The original land retained its essence, now infused with vibrancy, assurance, and inner strength.

Lucien surveyed it all with a smile.

"Well done," he whispered, unheard by any.

Then his first pet spotted him.

Skittles barreled forth like airborne delight.

The being plopped directly onto Lucien’s head, claiming its perennial perch.

Lucien reached up, chuckling, and scooped Skittles into his palms.

"Oh, Skittles," he said, pulling the slime tight in an embrace. "I missed you."

That sufficed as summons for the rest. They swarmed Lucien instantly.

Lucien chuckled anew, extending arms to greet them all.

"Of course," he declared, engulfed by fur, scales, feathers, warmth, and rival bids for his focus. "I missed all of you too."

They mobbed him without shame.

Skittles vied to reclaim the head spot. Oreo protested. Nyxis summoned a portal beneath Skittles in blatant interference. Peek trilled louder for notice. Aboo chimed in cluelessly, escalating the volume contest. Korvyn nudged Lucien’s leg, almost toppling from the attempt.

Lucien permitted the chaos.

Only gradually did he spot another detail.

His split body.

It perched remotely atop Sparkles.

Vivian, who had trailed discreetly before opting not to intrude, clarified upon his glance.

"When we realized you died," she said, "it stopped moving. It didn’t disappear. It just... emptied."

Lucien eyed the split body.

"And they protected it?"

Vivian gestured at the pets.

"They guarded it like it was the most important thing in the territory."

That stirred a deeper warmth in him than foreseen.

The split body had not been forsaken. It had been safeguarded.

He approached, brushed the husk lightly, then drew it back into himself.

Next, he petted each pet anew.

"Good work," he praised them. "Thank you for protecting it."

Skittles ballooned with pride, prompting Oreo to shove it aside in retaliation.

Soon, Sparkles knelt before Lucien in offering.

Lucien grinned and mounted.

Thus commenced the genuine inspection.

He traversed the territory astride Sparkles, pets flanking like an honor guard too overcome with feeling for disciplined ranks.

Nyxis portaled to distant spots where Lucien’s eyes dwelled.

Oreo and Skittles waged sporadic battles for shoulder supremacy.

Peek and Aboo, with tiny Peeko, caroled forth in piercing yet fervent unison.

Korrak, Vyrran, and Korvyn trailed with satisfied thuds that spared the roads despite their heft.

Occasionally, folk glimpsed him.

Then they bowed. Or waved. Or stood weeping and beaming as Lucien acknowledged them, resurrection already rendering the day surreal enough.

He halted when feasible. Chatted when possible. Pressed on lest lingering sparked a street party.

The sights delighted him.

Lootwell now ranked as the continent’s premier territory.

Goblin tech integrated adeptly. Local flavor endured unswamped by alien devices. The core haven pulsed with its innate spirit, merely honed keener, sturdier, and more resilient.

At length, Nyxis portaled to a district Lucien had merely eyed, depositing him amid Sinep and Aginav.

Their twins, Xes and Lana, had matured so swiftly Lucien almost overlooked their forms at first. And cradled by them—

a newborn girl.

Aginav beamed with evident pride.

"Young lord."

They shifted to kneel, but Lucien halted them short.

Noting Lucien’s focus, Sinep advanced softly to present her.

"My Lord, this one is Suna," he said.

Lucien regarded the infant, then the family, then the infant once more.

His expression melted utterly.

"Your family grew," he noted.

Sinep chuckled.

"Quite literally."

Lucien offered warm felicitations before departing, bearing that glow onward.

By his return near the heart district, influxes from beyond Lootwell swelled.

They had sensed the earlier disturbance.

Just one inference fit.

It tied to Lucien.

And then, parting the throng, Lucien recognized a familiar cluster.

His smile shifted instantly.

The Silvermine.

His uncles had arrived.