100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 512 - Changes
Previously on 100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full?...
Once the initial burst of laughter subsided and the warmth of their reunion mellowed into a comfortable quiet, Lucien turned his gaze back to Lilith, observing her with a newfound intensity.
Now that the initial shock had faded, the profound change in her was impossible to overlook.
Her aura didn't just feel more potent; it felt as if it had reached a state of completeness in areas that previously seemed to be constantly refining themselves through sheer determination and willpower.
Lucien clasped his arms loosely in front of him.
"Alright, Sister Lilith," he began, his voice calm. "Can you explain how you ascended from your previous state to stand at the absolute pinnacle of the Celestial Realm?"
Lilith offered no concealment, her expression open.
She cast a brief glance towards the unexplored depths of the world they had conquered, and then recounted her entire experience.
She spoke of an inexplicable pull, a wall that seemed like a dead end, a concealed hollow within it, remarkable bark, a single, miraculously potent fruit, an overwhelming pressure that forbade approach, a consuming obsession, and finally, the distinct moment when the fruit broke free from its anchor and propelled itself into her waiting hand.
Lucien's expression shifted through a spectrum of emotions as she narrated. By the time she reached the part about consuming the fruit, his gaze was fixed upon her in undisguised astonishment.
"A fruit," he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Growing on bark."
Lilith met his gaze with a wry expression.
"That was precisely my initial reaction as well."
A soft exhale escaped Lucien through his nose.
Then, with a single shake of his head, he looked out towards the distant horizon.
"That bark you found is, in fact, one of the barks originating from the Tree of Creation."
Lilith's eyes narrowed slightly, though the revelation seemed to slot into place perfectly rather than catch her off guard.
"That certainly explains the immense pressure I felt," she mused aloud. "It felt far too resonant with your own Law to be mere coincidence."
Lucien gave a firm nod.
"So, what specifically changed within you?"
His attention now fully returned to her, he focused his gaze.
He activated his Inspect ability, and the information that returned caused his eyes to widen once more.
She had unexpectedly gained a unique Constitution.
It was the kind of profound transformation that held the power to rewrite an individual's entire destiny.
Lucien stared for a prolonged moment before murmuring quietly, "That fruit... it was utterly absurd."
A subtle smile touched Lilith's lips.
She then proceeded to detail the specific alterations that had occurred within her being.
Initially, she described the changes to her bloodline.
Her Solhorn heritage had always stemmed from an ancient intermingling of oni and human lineage. Previously, this heritage manifested most prominently through raw physical prowess, exceptional resilience, sharp combat instincts, and the distinctive horned intensity inherent in their kind, even in moments of repose.
However, this had now fundamentally shifted.
No.
It had awakened to its true potential.
"The fruit didn't merely augment my bloodline," Lilith explained. "It brought to completion what had lain dormant within it all along."
As she spoke, faint, almost imperceptible changes became more apparent to Lucien's enhanced sight.
Her physical form had become significantly denser without any corresponding increase in weight. Her bones now possessed an underlying fortitude akin to that of meticulously forged pillars. Her musculature no longer appeared as simple bundles of strength packed into flesh, but rather as intricate structures meticulously shaped according to underlying principles.
The subtle oni characteristics she possessed had also become noticeably more pronounced.
Even her skin had undergone a transformation.
Lucien could perceive this change even without direct physical contact. It had subtly acquired a greater degree of resistance, seemingly by layering itself with a coherent, lawful structure. It resembled something constructed from numerous precisely aligned components rather than something formed through ordinary biological processes.
"My strength was the first to surge," Lilith recounted. "Followed by my defenses improving dramatically. Then, I began to perceive the world... differently."
Lucien raised a curious eyebrow.
Lilith looked at him for a moment before lightly tapping her own eyes.
"I can now discern the fundamental composition of things," she revealed. "Their very essence. Not the soul, but the underlying structure beneath the visible form. How components interlock, where energies flow within them, and their potential trajectory under strain."
Lucien blinked once, processing the information.
Then, he let out a laugh of pure, unadulterated disbelief.
"That sounds remarkably similar to Structural Insight."
Lucien stared at her, shaking his head once more.
It was evident that the fruit had not merely granted her power; it had fundamentally aligned her nature.
Her existing Law of Forging already relied heavily on a deep understanding of composition, structure, stress pathways, material compatibility, inherent truths, and transformation through heat and force. To bestow upon a master forger the ability to perceive essence-structure directly was almost an insurmountable advantage.
It was at this precise moment that he reread the designation of her newly acquired constitution.
Genesis Oni Physique.
Lucien softly repeated the name.
Lilith tilted her head slightly. "That does sound rather dramatic."
"Given its nature, the drama is entirely warranted."
The more he delved into its intricacies, the clearer the terrifying scope of its functions became.
The Genesis Oni Physique was a formidable amalgamation of three distinct, powerful aspects.
Firstly, it activated the most ancient and primordial stratum of her oni bloodline. Her physical form now possessed the capacity for continuous refinement that far surpassed the limits sustainable by ordinary Celestial bodies.
Secondly, it endowed her with what could only be described as a forging-sense elevated to the level of a constitutional attribute. This was an essence-sight focused on structure, enabling her to perceive composition, points of weakness, inherent impurities, lawful alignment, resonant frequencies, and the potential for transformation within materials, living beings, constructed objects, and potentially, with sufficient time and experience, even vast, complex systems.
Thirdly—and this was the aspect that caused Lucien's eyes to narrow in genuine, profound appreciation—it bestowed upon her body a subtle yet steadily increasing affinity for generative reconstitution.
This was not Creation in the absolute sense that he wielded it.
However, it was adjacent enough to evoke a sense of profound apprehension.
A potent ability to discover the ultimate potential latent within matter, bloodline, or form, achievable through deep understanding and a price paid in forging, pressure, and willpower, was the overarching power.
Lilith observed his expression, crossing her arms.
"You've stumbled upon a significant issue," she stated.
A slow smile spread across Lucien's face.
"You, yourself, have become an issue."
This sentiment pleased her far more than she outwardly displayed.
She continued her explanation.
The fruit had not only activated her unique physique but also reshaped her innate law.
Previously, her Law of Forging was precisely as its name suggested: the mastery of refining, shaping, joining, reinforcing, and transforming materials into superior states using pressure, heat, technique, and sheer will.
However, it had since undergone an evolution.
"It feels different now," Lilith admitted, her voice thoughtful. "Before, I forged by imposing a better form onto an object. Now... it's as though I can perceive the form it has always yearned for and assist it in achieving that state."
Lucien's gaze intensified immediately.
Yes.
That was precisely it.
The fruit had not granted her the power of Creation itself.
Instead, it had elevated her forging ability into something more profound and perilous.
A law that no longer simply imposed a shape but awakened the inherent potential concealed within a structure.
"Your law has transcended ordinary forging," Lucien declared. "It is approaching a higher form of expression."
Lilith briefly glanced at her own hand before closing it into a fist.
"I am aware."
She then articulated the fundamental truth of her transformed ability with clarity.
Her law was now designated the Law of Genesis Forging.
Lucien nodded in immediate understanding.
Under this new law, forging no longer solely meant making something harder, sharper, or stronger.
It encompassed revealing a thing's ultimate potential, bringing dormant qualities to the forefront, harmonizing incompatible materials by uncovering their underlying connection, and tempering bodies, weapons, armors, and constructs until they reached their most perfected achievable state.
It was no wonder Alanthuriel had once referred to her as someone destined for greatness.
This was the kind of law capable of revolutionizing not just armaments but entire civilizations during wartime.
Lucien's focus sharpened further as he discerned the new skill that had emerged from this transformation.
Lilith noticed his intensified expression once more.
"What is it now?" she inquired.
He almost let out a laugh.
"Heartforge Revelation. You've acquired a skill that sounds like a legendary artifact left behind by a departed hero."
Lilith pondered his statement.
"That is quite the compliment."
She then proceeded to explain its function to him.
Heartforge Revelation enabled her, upon deeply comprehending the essence of a target, to strike or temper it in a manner that drew its hidden optimal form closer to manifestation.
For materials, this meant achieving impossible levels of refinement. For armor and weaponry, it signified unlocking latent traits. For artifacts tied to bloodlines, it could mean harmonizing dormant ancestral connections. For living bodies... Lucien surmised it might eventually facilitate a form of lawful body-tempering so profound it would verge on the miraculous.
Lilith's eyes sparkled as she continued her explanation.
There was more.
The fruit had also bestowed upon her a passive quality that made her feel perilously suited for the role of a future savior.
Her mere presence now exerted a subtle stabilizing influence in environments experiencing structural degradation. While not yet sufficient to dominate a battlefield, it was enough that in times of catastrophe, she would likely become a focal point around which fractured forces could rally and hold.
Matter seemed to settle more compliantly in her vicinity. Forged items responded to her commands with greater alacrity. Defensive structures she created would likely possess not only resilience but an inherent refusal to yield.
It suited her perfectly.
The proud woman who had once sought only to protect through overwhelming force had now become an individual whose very existence could transform desperate resistance into solid architecture.
Lucien stood there, listening to her account, and found himself more genuinely impressed with each passing moment.
Then, another thought entered his mind.
If he were to gather more barks... If the sapling within his Divine Energy Core were to mature... If it were to eventually yield fruits like this one...
Lucien swallowed slightly, anticipating the implications.
That potential outcome was staggering.
A single fruit had transformed Lilith into this formidable being.
If he could cultivate such things himself in the future, whether for personal consumption or to bestow upon others, then the army under his command would evolve into something monstrous, far beyond conventional comprehension.
He looked at Lilith once more, and at that moment, his pride in her was not merely theoretical but deeply felt.
"You truly earned this," he stated simply.
Lilith grew still.
Then, unlike in previous instances, she did not avert her gaze or shield herself behind her pride.
She smiled, accepting his words fully.
"Yes," she affirmed. "I did."
Lucien chuckled softly at her response.
Lilith then added, with fierce yet effortless grace, "So bring me along next time."
Lucien blinked in surprise.
She folded her arms, a determined glint in her eyes.
"The next battle," she clarified. "The next reckless endeavor you charge into, masquerading as a necessity."
Genuine warmth infused her tone then.
"Bring me with you. I can assist now."
Lucien laughed even harder at her declaration.
"That sounds dangerously reasonable." "It is reasonable." That only made him grin. "It’s a good idea," he admitted. And for the first time, the promise between them did not feel like comfort spoken to bridge a gap. It felt real. After that, Lucien told her about the instant teleportation array. Lilith listened, growing more interested with every line. Then, before he had even fully finished, she said, "I can help." Lucien stopped. Lilith’s eyes gleamed. "With this new sight. With my law as it is now. And with the materials of this world." She tilted her head slightly. "Wouldn’t it be faster if I forged the chamber here?" Lucien smiled immediately. She was right. Her current abilities made her almost absurdly suited for exactly this kind of precise architectural forging. So he drew out a set of prepared parchments and imprinted the full design into them. Lilith took them. The moment her eyes moved across the array structure, something in her sharpened visibly. She understood it almost too quickly. Then the two of them chose the place. A stable section of the conquered world. Lilith stepped forward. Then she moved. Her foot struck the ground once. The world answered. Materials beneath the surface trembled, rose, separated, and flowed upward in disciplined streams. Ore, refined alloys, law-compatible stone, mineral lattices, and support material spiraled into the air around her as if gravity had briefly decided her will mattered more than its own habits. Lucien’s eyes widened. Lilith lifted a hand. The Law of Genesis Forging unfolded around her like an invisible forge-field. Matter aligned. Impurities were cast away. Incompatibilities folded into new harmony. Heavy substances moved with the precision of writing-brush strokes across a page. The chamber began to form. Walls rose in clean arcs. Pillars seated themselves into lawful symmetry. Resonance channels nested beneath the floor. Conduction veins formed inside the chamber body. Support lines curved with perfect hidden geometry. The whole place became sleek, elegant, and exact in a way that made ordinary architecture look clumsy. Lucien watched in open amazement. Lilith moved through the process without hesitation. Every gesture was decisive. Every correction instant. She no longer fought the material into shape. She spoke to its potential and drew it out. The array platform formed next. Overlapping circles. Nested correction lines. Spatial anchor marks. Destination logic rings. Power intake channels. Return-sequence permissions. She forged them all in succession with terrifying precision. At one point Lucien almost wanted to interrupt just to praise the work. He didn’t. That would have broken the rhythm. And Lilith, in that moment, looked less like a woman crafting and more like a sovereign principle of form and pressure given a beautiful body. It did not take long. Not compared to what it should have. When she finally stepped back, the chamber stood complete. Lucien moved forward then and added the final binding himself, linking the array here to the one beneath the Grand Crown in Lootwell. The paired agreement settled cleanly. The chamber thrummed once, then stilled into dormant readiness. Both of them stared at the finished work for a breath. Then Lucien turned to her. "Let’s go back and tell them the good news first." Lilith nodded at once. There was no reason to disagree. So they stepped together onto the platform. Lucien lifted one hand. The array answered. Light bloomed beneath them. It was smooth and brilliant and perfectly without violence. And then the two of them vanished.