100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 491 - Doors

Lucien lingered on the balcony, his face beaming with satisfaction.

The gathering had concluded just moments before, yet its profound impact continued to resonate within his thoughts.

What they uncovered in that chamber—

was utterly outrageous.

Such a discovery would reshape societies subtly at the start, then erupt explosively once sufficient minds grasped the power handed to them.

The Origin Core fragment didn't just forward messages.

It stored them.

Initially, nobody responded with much intensity to this fact.

Naturally, it stored them. Otherwise, how could it organize, retain, and relay them accurately?

That was everyone's initial reaction.

Elk then cocked her head slightly.

Her gaze then grew keen.

The whole atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically after that.

Lucien could still recall her words vividly.

"Young Lord, if it remembers the messages," Elk had spoken deliberately, "then should this spread widely enough, we acquire more than mere communication. We secure early warnings."

Silence fell over the room.

Elk pressed forward.

"Once the network turns everyday... with merchants adopting it, sects employing it, settlements relying on it, couriers utilizing it, and eventually the entire continent embracing it... adversaries will adopt it as well."

Her finger drummed softly on the table.

"And everyone trusts convenience."

Lucien chuckled at that remark.

For it rang so true.

Elk continued her explanation.

"Thus, if we construct the system with precision, keeping outsiders ignorant that the fragment can store and access message logs as required, someday a foe could scheme wicked plots via our network without suspecting it answers to another master."

That instant marked when Anvil-Horn let out a single grunt and declared, "Crafty girl."

Lucien endorsed it without delay.

She was spot on.

This wasn't mere casual spying for amusement. Not in any formal sense.

It concerned deliberate strategic superiority.

Once communication grew widespread, the naive, the haughty, the overly assured, and the outright malevolent would inevitably start depending on it.

The instant foes relied on the system beyond their suspicions, they'd start dooming themselves through sheer ease.

Lucien now rested against the balustrade, grinning inwardly.

A threat?

Indeed.

Yet he possessed a moniker that resolved such concerns quite thoroughly.

Menace to Society.

Pretending purity now would seem more dubious than admitting the reality.

Nevertheless, he wasn't naive enough to label vice as virtue merely for personal gain.

Wrong remained wrong.

However, faced with the choice between spotless hands and a ruined domain, purity turned into self-indulgence.

Lucien's grin turned keener.

Measured malice, wielded wisely, might preserve countless lives.

Even more vital, he now had allies sharp enough to recognize boundaries, pragmatic enough to skirt them, and devoted enough to avoid toppling everything over mere impulse.

That provided the truer reassurance.

...

The discussion had buzzed with energy.

Seren and Rurik practically radiated thrill by its conclusion.

"With the core serving as a central message hub," Seren had stated, "we mustn't squander it by equalizing all devices. Equal ones offer ease. Varied ones deliver true value."

Eldran grasped it right away.

"Ranked access," he remarked.

"Precisely," Seren responded. "Basic users merely send and receive. Administrative nodes prioritize sorting. Intelligence nodes mark suspicious trends. Emergency nodes bypass overloads."

Reaper folded his arms and declared, "I want dead channels."

"Channels that stay invisible until unlocked by the proper code. Should enemies seize a device, I refuse to let them uncover the territory's vital veins."

Rurik almost pounded the table in ecstasy.

"Yes," he exhaled. "Yes. Concealed routing layers within an open network. Overt framework externally, covert framework internally."

Eirene, silent observer through much of the session, at last contributed.

"It looks like the Big World will change again," she remarked.

Her tone lacked theatrics.

That simple delivery gave it weight.

For she spoke truth.

No longer were they debating a single invention.

They pondered the emergence of a whole new societal norm.

Anvil-Horn gave a single nod.

"It will," he affirmed. "Provided we avoid foolish construction."

Thus the veteran extended his approval.

As the session wrapped, their duties had largely crystallized.

Seren and Rurik would manage production blueprints and core framework. Elk would direct aesthetics, ease of use, design, and market appeal, for in under an hour she demonstrated mastery of a truth many geniuses overlooked:

Even if something possessed immense power, should it appear unsightly, bulky, or impractical, the world would hesitate to embrace it fully.

Eirene offered advice regarding material properties, signal steadiness, and advanced crystalline integration whenever necessary. She revealed a startling proficiency with technological setups.

Anvil-Horn had declared that genuine knowledge could be requested from him freely.

Lucien subsequently handed the Origin Core fragment to Eirene for initial stabilization efforts.

And with that, matters were settled.

Work was already underway.

...

Finally, Lucien’s mind shifted from the balcony and focused on a different endeavor.

The doors.

Skillpedia. Magic Book. Monsterdex.

•••

On the following day, Lucien headed to the training grounds himself.

While pondering the ideal spots for the new doors, another sight drew his attention.

The slimes.

To be precise—

Skittles.

Lucien halted his steps.

In a side field, the other slimes clustered together loosely, their typical joyful disorder evolving into a genuine hierarchy.

That development was odd enough on its own.

Even more bizarre was how every slime, even those much bigger and more experienced in battle, unmistakably regarded Skittles as their leader.

Skittles stayed smaller than certain others.

In raw power, it lagged behind a handful at least.

Nevertheless, the deference it commanded was total.

Lucien grasped the reason.

Skittles stood out distinctly from the rest of the slimes.

Six laws.

Rainbow slimes possess the ability to merge with six distinct Laws.

Lucien exhaled slowly, shaking his head in a wry grin.

"I shall call him the Sage of Six Paths," he murmured.

Skittles swelled proudly, as though fully aware of receiving a prestigious title.

The nearby slimes jiggled and bounced in unison.

Lucien departed swiftly to avoid fostering a cult.

He already managed one chapel.

•••

In time, he selected the perfect location.

The fresh doors would rise in a deeper area of the training complex.

He produced the trio of books.

Skillpedia. Magic Book. Monsterdex.

They floated silently in front of him, one after another.

The core idea behind his method was straightforward, though executing it proved challenging.

Lucien would retain possession of the books.

Stable mirrored authority and legal alignment to the books’ inner realms sufficed for the doors.

For a moment, Lucien remained motionless, meticulously planning the framework.

Then, he set to work.

To start, via the Law of Creation, he summoned three matching door-frames into existence, each crafted to match its associated book’s essence.

Next followed the trickier phase.

Physical integration wasn’t how Lucien linked the doors.

Instead, he bound them with five overlapping principles.

Creation, shaping the doorways and bestowing valid reality upon them.

Reflection, enabling each door to serve as a faithful local echo of its corresponding true book.

Stillness, securing the link against drift or warping from constant access.

Space, forging genuine entryways instead of mere deceptive facades.

Authority-imprint, sourced half from the books and half from Lucien’s owner soul-mark, ensuring access qualified as authorized entry, not intrusion.

Lucien kept the books. Users stepped into the mirrored training realms. Thanks to Reflection supported by Stillness and proper authority, interactions there equated to direct engagement with the books’ authentic systems.

He based the inner training layouts on those previously held in his Divine Energy Core, but enhanced and locked them into reusable designs.

Within Skillpedia’s echoed realm, learners would meet luminous figures displaying skills, combos, postures, timing, and learning flows.

Reflection ensured the figures replicated authentic movements perfectly. Stillness halted any decay with time. Access controls sorted by challenge levels, preventing kids from stumbling into lethal advanced moves out of mere whimsy.

In Magic Book’s realm, spells got instructed via stacked magical displays, safe mock battles, and hazard-free attunement areas. It went beyond displaying spells—it guided safe approaches to avoid idiotic deaths.

Monsterdex’s realm featured managed eco-layers and monster knowledge sectors, letting researchers, beast handlers, trackers, and troops examine beasts under controlled setups.

Lucien inputted training protocols, entry routes, escape protocols, safeguard thresholds, and admin controls.

The doors ignited brightly.

Swiftly, Lucien secured them using Creation and imposed Stillness over the frames until the strain subsided into ordered tranquility.

At last, the bonds stabilized.

Each book in his grasp throbbed once, in turn.

Confirmation.

Acceptance was granted to the reflected domains.

Lucien breathed out gradually.

The task was complete.

Or better said—

the toughest phase had been accomplished.

•••

Several days afterward, following rigorous testing, fine-tuning, leadership directives, and appointing overseers for controlled access, Lucien issued the proclamation.

Lootwell had gained brand-new training doors.

Overseers were chosen to oversee entry. Timetables were implemented. Requirements for admission were defined. Safety boundaries were hammered home again and again to the rule-breakers most prone to ignore them.

Throughout the domain, a fresh surge of craving ignited.

The craving fueled by potential.

From a slight remove, Lucien observed the spectacle and curved his lips in a subtle grin.

Developing the communication network demanded further effort.

Establishing the Shadow Information Network required additional time.

The greater realm stayed perilous, ludicrous, and partly oblivious to Lucien Lootwell's irregular comeback.

That suited him perfectly.

No lone wonder forges civilizations.

They emerge from one impossibility turning commonplace, then the next, and yet another, until those dwelling within lose all recollection of once settling for such paltry hopes.