100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 536 - Cause

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Lucien and Vivian departed for the Celestial Dominion, passing through a golden barrier. Inside, they found a paradise inhabited by Celestials. They were greeted not as intruders, but as expected guests, told their leaders had given instructions for their arrival before falling into a deep sleep. Lucien and Vivian were led to a palace, where they finally found their parents, Virel and Aniel, sleeping peacefully.
"Brother," Vivian's voice trembled, "Please, help Mother and Father." Her plea held no hesitation. Only the absolute certainty that if anyone in this world possessed the slightest chance to intervene and pull Virel and Aniel back from the brink, it had to be Lucien. Lucien's response wasn't immediate comfort. It was swift action. He moved closer to the jade beds, took a forced breath, and then acted. From his Inventory, he produced the Breathglass Film. He unfurled the delicate, transparent sheet between his fingers, holding it before his eyes. The world seen through it transformed. The hidden channels of power, deep beneath the visible form, were thrown into sharp relief. Lucien's gaze intensified. His jaw clenched. Virel and Aniel's internal pathways were in a dire state. Their divine vessels weren't merely strained; they were critically damaged. He nearly uttered a curse. Then, a memory surfaced. The East Continent. And causality. The intervention that had once been directed at him. They had placed themselves in its path. He whirled around to face the Celestials standing nearby. "What transpired on that day?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "Please, recount every detail you can still recall." The lead Celestial guard paused. Then, his expression darkened. "That is the most perplexing aspect," he admitted. "We do not remember everything." Lucien nodded; he had anticipated this. The guard continued, speaking with caution, as if the memories themselves resisted solidifying. "We journeyed to the East Continent to safeguard someone. That much is clear. They stated that their personal presence was required there. They insisted the matter could not be delegated." He furrowed his brow. "It is difficult to articulate. Even more so because I cannot recall who we were protecting." Lucien froze. The guard appeared embarrassed by his own lack of clarity. "I am aware that sounds preposterous," he stated. "But the void in our memory is undeniable. Every time we attempt to grasp the identity of the individual at the heart of it, the thought dissolves like mist." Lucien remained silent. The guard took a steadying breath and proceeded. "The East was already volatile at that time. Ancient adversaries began to stir. Factions that had never relinquished their resentment towards the Celestial Race for its past dominance saw an opportune moment. They initiated a siege against us." Another Celestial lowered her gaze, a flicker of pain crossing her features. "They refused to yield. They held their ground, buying precious time. And then, at some point, it seemed they recognized that their objective had been achieved. They commanded the retreat. They salvaged what stability they could. They issued final instructions." His voice grew somber. "And then they fell into a profound slumber." Vivian covered her mouth, her tears now flowing unhindered. Lucien turned his gaze back to Virel and Aniel. The more he understood, the tighter the knot in his chest became. He closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them, dismissing the Breathglass Film. Lucien activated Structural Insight. The world resolved into a complex tapestry of interwoven strings. And there— he perceived it. The damage extended far beyond what was apparent in their vessels alone. Their divine vessels were indeed fractured and unstable, but this was merely an external manifestation. The true peril lay much deeper. The foundational strings of their very existence had been stretched to the verge of collapse. Entire sequences within their inherent lawful identities bore the unmistakable marks of impact, overload, suppression, and hostile enchainment. To make matters worse, several foreign laws had become entrenched within those strings, relentlessly eroding them even now. Lucien's expression turned grim. Those adversaries hadn't merely inflicted wounds. They had deliberately selected laws specifically designed to assail the Celestials at the most fundamental level. Anti-harmonic laws. Corrosive laws. Laws of dissonance. Implements crafted to corrupt light, destabilize consecrated channels, and corrupt divine coherence from within. This was the reason the Celestial healers had proven ineffective. This wasn't a simple matter of infusing more light into compromised systems. The very nature of the harm inflicted was inherently antithetical to light. Lucien allowed Structural Insight to dissipate and stepped back slowly. Vivian immediately met his gaze. The Celestials did the same. No one dared voice the question, for all of them already harbored a deep dread of the answer. Lucien exhaled softly. There was good news. There was also bad news. He detested this predictable duality. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady. "They can be healed." Vivian's knees nearly buckled from the sheer surge of relief. The Celestials visibly straightened. Lucien continued, however, for he knew that offering false hope would be an act of cruelty. "But it will not be a swift process." A palpable tension returned to the room. Lucien addressed Virel and Aniel as he spoke. "Their divine vessels are damaged to such an extent that conventional restoration methods will not suffice. Even if I were to concoct elixirs to rebuild the vessels, that would address only a fraction of the issue. Their deeper existential frameworks are also under immense strain, and malevolent laws remain intrinsically bound to them. Should their existence continue to degrade and one of these primary supports falters..." He let the sentence hang unfinished. He didn't need to elaborate. Everyone understood. The lead guard's face turned ashen. "How long will this take?" he inquired. Lucien contemplated the question for a moment.

I responded frankly, "To fully cure them from the start with my current capabilities would take far too long."

Vivian lowered her gaze, but only for a fleeting moment.

Then, she lifted her head again, feigning a lack of desperation that was clearly there.

Lucien observed this and added, "I am aware of a physician who can assist in expediting this process. A genuine expert. With her legal knowledge and proficiency, we can develop theories much more rapidly and formulate a proper cure, rather than merely stumbling towards one."

Vivian's eyes widened.

The Celestials looked on, astonished.

The elder guard voiced the question first. "You know someone who can aid our leaders?"

Lucien confirmed with a nod.

"Indeed, I do."

A fragile hope, too delicate to yet name, permeated the chamber.

Lucien did not carelessly fan the flames of this newfound optimism.

Instead, he requested, "I require your authorization to bring her here."

This plea astonished them even more than his initial promise.

The Celestial healers had labored for years without success. Some amongst them had likely resigned themselves privately to the possibility that their leaders might never awaken again. Therefore, the notion that an outsider not only believed in their recovery but had already identified a potential helper—

this was a significant development.

The lead guard immediately bowed his head.

"You have it."

Another guard added, in a softer tone, "If there exists a genuine possibility, we would be foolish to impede it."

Lucien gave a single nod.

Then, another immediate concern presented itself.

The Void Disc.

He looked down at the disc in his hand.

It was almost depleted.

It would not be sufficient for another significant spatial leap anytime in the near future.

Thus, there was only one logical course of action.

He raised his head and inquired, "If I were to establish an instantaneous teleportation array here, linked to my territory, would you permit it?"

This proposal elicited a brief moment of silence.

The Celestials exchanged glances.

They were unaware of Lootwell's more extensive infrastructure. They knew nothing of the communication network, the subsidiary connections, or the true extent of the influence Lucien had already begun to exert across the globe.

However, they understood one crucial point.

He intended them no harm.

They could sense it.

And at this critical juncture, the lives of their leaders took precedence over any suspicion.

Therefore, the response was swift.

"Yes."

Lucien nodded.

"Then I must request a chamber."

They provided one.

What followed was one of the most strenuous applications of his energy Lucien had ever willingly undertaken.

He entered the chamber, verified its structural alignment, and commenced his work without delay.

This time, he did not work alone.

Split Body was activated.

Numerous smaller versions of Lucien materialized.

Parallel Thoughts were cleanly distributed amongst them. Each mental thread assumed responsibility for a distinct aspect of the array's design.

Light cascaded through the chamber in overlapping concentric circles.

Dozens of miniature Luciens moved with precise synchronicity, each meticulously placing lines, sigils, anchors, and binding contracts with near-mechanical accuracy, while the original consciousness maintained overarching control.

The Celestials observing from the entryway refrained from interfering.

They were too engrossed in redefining their comprehension of what was achievable.

Lucien exerted himself to his utmost.

Pushing harder than he typically preferred for tasks of this nature.

But expediency was paramount.

Once more than an hour had elapsed, the chamber was completed.

The final connection was established with a soft click.

The array pulsed with light once, seamlessly linked to Lootwell's central nexus, and then stabilized.

It was finished.

Lucien reabsorbed the fragmented bodies.

He then turned to face Vivian and the assembled Celestials.

"I shall depart to retrieve the physician," he announced.

Vivian nodded instantly.

Her eyes, though filled with tears, conveyed unwavering trust.

Lucien stepped onto the array and activated it.

His passage first led through Lootwell, as all connected arrays ultimately routed through the core network there.

Then, without the loss of even a single breath, he initiated another leap towards the Eastern Continent, arriving directly within Seraphine's medical facility.

He located her with remarkable speed.

There was no jesting this time.

Lucien approached her with evident urgency, explaining the situation in a single, rapid outpouring.

"My parents require healing. I need your assistance."

Seraphine did not demand evidence. She did not ask him to reiterate his words.

She merely studied him for a moment, perceived the urgency etched upon his features, and responded immediately.

"I am on my way."

She then turned and began issuing directives to her staff with a sharp, imposing efficiency.

The clinic branch responded instantly to her commands. Senior medical practitioners were granted temporary authority. Information streams were reallocated. Supply duties were delegated. No one dared to waste her valuable time with frivolous inquiries.

Within minutes, she was prepared.

Afterward, the two of them stepped through the array, bound for Lootwell.

•••

Upon Lucien's departure, Marie detected a subtle energy fluctuation.

As she was already in proximity to the primary internal transit hub, she naturally proceeded to investigate the disturbance.

What she witnessed left her in silent awe for several prolonged moments.

Lucien stood there.

Beside him was a woman Marie had never encountered before.

A strikingly beautiful individual, possessing an air of sharp elegance, and clearly held in high regard by him.

Before Marie could even form a question, the pair activated the teleportation array once more, vanishing into thin air.

Marie remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the empty space where they had just stood.

Then, with agonizing slowness, her jaw began to drop.

She spun around immediately and strode away with the urgent pace of someone bearing earth-shattering social news, the kind that could possibly impact an entire nation.

Her closest friends absolutely had to be informed.

•••

Meanwhile, Lucien and Seraphine had materialized within the Celestial Dominion.

He wasted no time.

Guiding her directly through the opulent palace corridors, he led her towards the chamber dedicated to healing, where Virel and Aniel lay in slumber.

The instant they stepped inside, every single eye in the room snapped towards them.

Vivian was present. The formidable Celestial guards stood at attention. Virel and Aniel, the subjects of their concern, remained in their unbroken sleep beneath the soft glow of the protective ward-light.

Lucien took a single, steadying breath and announced, "Sister. This is Seraphine. She's the finest physician I know."

Then, after a fleeting pause, he added with a remarkable, unashamed honesty:

"And… she is my woman."

That declaration struck the assembled company with the force of a falling star.

Seraphine, who had entered with a professional demeanor, prepared for medical work and composure, visibly flushed crimson.

Vivian’s eyes widened in astonishment.

For a heart-stopping moment, she could only stare.

Her pupils dilated, her mind clearly struggling to process the information from multiple angles simultaneously: Shock. Recognition. A rapid, internal recalibration of emotions.

Seraphine stood perfectly still.

Anxious, perhaps for the very first time that day.

Then, Vivian moved.

She covered the distance between them swiftly and took Seraphine’s hands firmly in both of hers.

"Please," Vivian pleaded, her voice wavering slightly but regaining strength through sheer will. "You must help Mother and Father."

That was all she said.

There was no hint of accusation, no icy coldness, and none of the cautious hostility Seraphine had braced herself for.

Only a raw, desperate sincerity.

Seraphine's demeanor shifted instantly.

The lingering blush and her private nervousness evaporated, replaced by the unclouded seriousness of her chosen profession.

Her gaze sharpened, her mind becoming laser-focused.

She gave a single, decisive nod.

Then, her attention turned towards the ornate jade beds.

Lucien moved with her, a step behind, without hesitation.

Together, they approached Virel and Aniel, drawing the silent, hopeful attention of the Celestials who had endured so much waiting that they dared not even whisper.

Now, the crucial work was about to commence.