100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 528 - Clash

The goblins reacted with terrifying speed.

The moment Covenant-Breaker sensed them properly, its will spread through the occupied world like rot finding cracks.

Orders moved at once. Black Mass monsters turned. Goblin towers flashed with corpse-green light. Hidden arrays awakened beneath the ground and along the hanging mountain roots.

Then the first wave found them.

Lucien looked up.

Seran did too.

And both of them laughed.

Because they had not even truly begun moving yet.

Then the world exploded.

The highland ruptured under a rain of bombardment. Bone-forged bolts screamed down from the goblin towers. Miasma-beasts lunged over fractured stone. Black-robed goblin casters arrived in layered formations, trying to close the area before the intruders could force open the battlefield.

They were too late.

Seran moved first.

Reflection unfolded around him with elegant cruelty.

The air rippled like a lake remembering too many moons at once, and then his image split.

One Seran became ten. Ten became fifty. Fifty became hundreds.

At the same time, Lucien raised a hand and invoked Cosmic Convergence.

Space behind him bent inward, and his past selves answered.

One hundred Luciens stepped out of converged time.

Two intruders became an army.

The goblin advance faltered for exactly one breath.

That was all the time they were given.

Lucien’s past selves erupted into motion.

Dragon Beast Mode spread across them in a wave. Weaker monsters, anything below the level of Monster King, were crushed immediately by the sheer dominance in the air before many of them even understood what had gone wrong.

Seran’s reflected selves went stranger.

Origin Rewrite activated across them in sequence.

Their forms changed.

One reflection became Moltsage, complete with the impossible slipperiness of the Law of Molting. It shrugged off impacts by shedding not flesh, but the very state of being struck.

Another became Cassian and wielded the Law of Interval, cutting timing apart so attacks arrived either too early to matter or too late to save.

Others changed into different remembered forms with different law. Not the full originals. But enough of the principle to make every reflected self a different answer to the same battlefield.

When Lucien saw it, he whistled.

"Now that," he said, "is a fucking cheat."

Seran laughed outright while splitting a charging monster in half with reflected force.

"And still less offensive than yours."

The first great clash lasted only moments.

It was not a battle yet.

It was a slaughter that had not accepted its own name.

Monster Kings rushed in with formations behind them, trying to hold the line through sheer scale of presence, but Lucien’s converged selves tore through them too quickly. Seran’s reflections broke cohesion wherever it formed.

Every advance collapsed into fragmentary struggle before the goblins could stabilize command.

Drops flashed and vanished as Lucien’s Auto-collect drank them into storage.

The monsters had numbers.

Lucien and Seran had violence with structure.

That was worse.

Covenant-Breaker understood too quickly that if this continued, the outer forces would be shredded before they served their purpose. So it stepped in far sooner than a cautious commander should have needed to.

Its voice thundered over the battlefield from the direction of the black towers.

"You dare enter my world and cause chaos?"

Seran turned his head with offended calm.

"No," he said. "We came to clean filth."

Lucien smiled and added, "And gather fuel."

The goblin Monster Emperor’s face darkened with real fury.

Its Law of Collapse erupted.

The world around it seemed to sag inward. Space dulled. Pressure warped. The lawful integrity of nearby matter began to fail as though reality itself had lost confidence in remaining assembled.

Lucien and Seran moved at once.

Reflection curved the first wave of Collapse away and flung a distorted copy of the force back toward its owner.

At the same time, Lucien struck from the side with layered laws woven together through brutal precision. He attacked the blind intervals between the goblin’s larger authority pulses.

But Covenant-Breaker was no weak thing elevated by title.

It had survived too long and killed too many to be overwhelmed by first brilliance.

In one hand, it held a blackened artifact shaped like a broken ring wrapped around a fang of void-metal. The moment Lucien’s layered attacks closed in, the artifact awakened and erased the laws touching its field.

Lucien’s strike collapsed into shredded fragments of force before reaching flesh.

But the artifact paid for that act by exhaling miasma.

Lucien saw it at once.

There was always a cost if one looked long enough.

He laughed.

"In the past, I might have hated dealing with you," he said. "But you still died."

For the first time, Covenant-Breaker’s composure cracked.

Its eyes widened.

"You encountered one of my clones?"

Lucien’s smile remained unchanged.

That was all the confirmation needed.

The goblin’s entire presence shifted immediately. Its previous caution morphed into a deadly imperative. It was no longer focused on merely repelling intruders; its intent turned toward eradicating witnesses.

This was precisely Lucien’s objective.

Should Covenant-Breaker prioritize escape over victory, it might deem it more important to transmit its memories back to the main entity. If that occurred, the original would gain knowledge that Lucien and Seran had discovered this world.

It was far preferable for the clone to feel an intense personal drive to eliminate them right here.

The intensity of the battle escalated.

All around them, Lucien’s past iterations and Seran’s mirrored army continued their relentless assault on the surrounding monster masses.

Numerous Monster Kings were vanquished. Tens of thousands of lesser monsters became insignificant losses under the combined force of law, primal power, and impossibly complex tactical maneuvers.

This served as a testament to an age-old principle.

Sheer numbers only held significance when superior quality was absent.

Here, the quality present was insultingly overwhelming.

Covenant-Breaker launched another attack.

Collapse effects, tainted sorcery, goblin war-sigils, curse-spikes, and severance-fields rained down simultaneously in a barrage engineered to overwhelm predictive capabilities through sheer density.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed with focus.

Seran’s did as well.

Then, a transformation occurred.

Lucien activated Slime Beast Mode.

A wave of miasma flowed past him, akin to poisoned rain striking an unblemished mirror.

Seran, displaying an astonishing level of reckless confidence, utilized Origin Rewrite once more.

This time, he replicated the Primordial Slime.

The effect was potent enough that the battlefield suddenly hosted two improbable, gelatinous entities radiating divine energy and uncorrupted purity, standing defiant before a goblin Monster Emperor seemingly born from the deepest nightmares of the Millennia War.

Covenant-Breaker faltered.

Its voice fractured, laced with a panic and hatred so ancient it sounded inherited rather than acquired.

"No... impossible. How can this be?"

Its subsequent roar sent tremors through the hanging roots overhead.

"Slimes! You absolutely must perish!"

It attacked with genuine desperation now.

Seran leaned slightly towards Lucien, a gleeful whisper escaping his lips, "That creature genuinely believes I am the Primordial Slime."

Lucien let out a hearty laugh.

"That means your imitation was sufficiently outrageous."

The goblin unleashed its full might upon them.

Zones of collapse overlapped disintegration circles. Spears laced with curses shrieked through the air. Glyphs inscribed by goblins erupted like malignant stars. The artifact clutched in its hand nullified law after law whenever their combined assaults threatened to become too pure.

However, none of these actions addressed the fundamental issue.

The pervasive miasma had become irrelevant.

It simply flowed past them.

Corruption found no purchase.

The immense pressure that Black Mass monsters had perpetually exerted against living beings had diminished to mere ambient weather before two individuals audacious enough to counter it with slime forms and amused laughter.

Lucien and Seran attacked in alternating waves.

The principle of reflection distorted their trajectories. Collapse effects disrupted their spatial positioning. Rewritten forms introduced alien laws where the goblin anticipated standard follow-up actions.

Each time Covenant-Breaker committed to a particular defense, another front became exposed.

Yet, the goblin persisted.

It possessed formidable strength.

Immensely strong.

It truly lived up to its imposing designation.

This was precisely what made the confrontation so exhilarating.

Lucien slipped in from one flank, launching a sequence of stacked laws meticulously designed to disrupt the goblin’s left-side defensive cadence.

The artifact swiftly nullified the initial law. Seran immediately redirected the resulting consequence into a delayed reversal pattern, compelling Covenant-Breaker to break its own stance to evade its recently nullified momentum.

The goblin snarled and slammed its fist into the ground.

A dome of collapsing energy expanded outwards in all directions.

Seran responded instantly.

He reflected the expanding dome upwards, exclaiming with the unrestrained dignity of a legendary drunkard, "Savor the might of friendship!"

Lucien materialized directly in front of him mid-advance, cast a sideways glance, and remarked, "That’s unbelievably cringey."

Seran’s laughter was so boisterous that it nearly jeopardized the timing of his subsequent spell.

Even Covenant-Breaker appeared visibly affronted.

Frankly, Lucien mused, that reaction was entirely justified.

The goblin was now confined.

And once cornered, its actions became significantly more predictable.

This was the nature of highly astute adversaries. As long as they retained multiple options, their threat appeared formidably multifaceted. However, once those options dwindled, they frequently became more transparent than straightforward beasts.

Lucien was the first to perceive it.

The tightening spiral of its movements.

The excessive commitment in its shoulders.

The subtle shift in its lawful pressure.

The artifact being drawn inwards instead of projected outwards.

He immediately transmitted the urgent warning.

"It intends to detonate itself!"

Covenant-Breaker’s eyes widened in genuine astonishment.

That particular reaction confirmed Lucien’s deduction.

The initial clone he had encountered previously had attempted a similar tactic.

The goblin moved regardless, lunging.

It lunged directly towards Lucien, intending to grapple him so that the subsequent detonation would ensure their mutual annihilation.

Seran proved faster.

A flash of reflection manifested.

A duplicate materialized in the goblin’s intended trajectory, and the Covenant-Breaker, its course already set, collided with the mirrored phantom rather than its intended prey. For a fleeting, absurd moment, the goblin Monster Emperor fixated on a reflected illusion with murderous intent, while Lucien observed from a few paces away with evident amusement.

"Truly unbelievable," Lucien remarked.

Then, he acted.

Just before the self-destruction sequence could finalize, he unleashed his own Law of Collapse.

Simultaneously, Seran struck, ensnaring the goblin’s transitional state via reflected restraint. This action froze the detonation sequence just long enough to render it vulnerable, rather than final.

Lucien engaged Structural Insight.

The entire reality dissolved into visible threads.

"There."

Lucien reached into the intricate weave.

He selected a specific clause, a solitary, crucial element embedded within the goblin’s predetermined sequence.

Then, he brought about its collapse.

And with that single action, the formidable Covenant-Breaker was denied the completion of a move it had already irrevocably committed to.

The goblin's visage morphed.

Initial bewilderment.

Followed by outright terror.

Then, Lucien pushed the collapse effect even deeper.

Seran’s binding maintained its hold.

The reflection sealed any potential escape routes.

The goblin struggled furiously to break free, but its operational sequence had already crumbled.

A tremor ran through the goblin.

Its inherent authority shattered.

And then, the Goblin Monster Emperor, a dreaded survivor of the Millennia War, disintegrated under the synchronized efforts of two impossibly skilled individuals who, mere moments before, were engaged in levity, only to turn serious precisely when it counted.

A profound silence descended upon the ravaged battlefield, arriving in fits and starts.