100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 574 - Fruit of Creation

Lucien's consciousness descended into his inner, conceptual realm.

His spirit enveloped his Divine Energy Core, from which the majestic Tree of Creation ascended. Hung upon its boughs were its fruits.

Dozens of them, yet not a single one had reached full ripeness.

Lucien's gaze traveled upward.

The fruits emanated a soft luminescence, each enshrouded by nascent creation laws. Some were diminutive and pallid, while others were more substantial, laced with fine threads of gold beneath their skins.

One fruit, positioned near the tree's center, felt heavier than the rest. Its surface was already warmed by the influx of divine energy and the sustenance from Lucien's recent breakthrough to the Eternal level.

It was not yet ready.

But it was the closest.

Lucien's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint appearing.

He could not afford to simply wait.

Prior to achieving the Eternal stage, his interaction with the Tree of Creation had been limited. He could nurture it, draw benefits, and gain insights, but true command was beyond him.

Now, circumstances had shifted dramatically.

The tree had become an intrinsic part of his internal system.

Lucien extended his will, and the Tree of Creation responded.

Its leaves rustled with a subtle sound. The fruits swayed in response.

Instead of merely plucking the nearest available fruit, Lucien recognized the risk. A half-ripened Fruit of Creation might aid Eirene, but it could also falter at the most critical juncture.

He required a fruit to achieve maturity, and swiftly.

Thus, Lucien made a pivotal decision.

He reached out to the other fruits, influencing their growth to a state of dormancy. Their ripening process decelerated, and the excess creation nourishment began to recede.

The divine energy, creation laws, vital dew, and accumulated life force flowing towards them were carefully rerouted through the tree's branches.

The entire Tree of Creation illuminated brilliantly. A gentle golden current ebbed and flowed from fruit to fruit, converging upon the one Lucien had designated.

The chosen fruit pulsed with renewed vigor. Once. Twice. Then, a transformation began.

Its pale exterior deepened into a radiant gold. Verdant threads emerged from within, followed by silver, and then hues that defied earthly naming conventions. Creation laws swirled beneath its skin, resembling living veins.

The Tree of Creation shivered, a profound tremor running through it.

Lucien sensed the expenditure incurred.

The other fruits were not ruined, but their maturation had been postponed.

This was an acceptable consequence.

Achieving one miracle now was far preferable to losing someone soon.

The chosen fruit ripened completely, hanging from its branch like a miniature sun for a single, suspended breath.

Then, Lucien extended his hand.

The fruit descended gracefully into his palm.

A subtle softening of Lucien's expression took place.

"Perfect," he murmured.

His awareness withdrew from the void, and the Fruit of Creation materialized in his hand.

• • •

Eirene continued to flicker, her existence being pulled apart by the opposing forces of Stillness and Equivalence.

Her Floran form trembled under a verdant light, while her Lunarian form pressed forward beneath a silvery moonlight. The universe relentlessly assessed her.

The pressure surrounding Eirene was immense, terrifying.

The universe harbored no intent to end her life; it merely refused to acknowledge a contradiction.

Lucien observed the maelstrom of Law pressure engulfing her.

He knew he could not intervene directly.

Eirene had entered a state of self-preservation, her concentration maintaining the fragile boundary between her two identities. Any disruption—a startle, a forced movement, a pull, or an interruption of the surrounding rhythm—could cause a backlash that would shatter the very balance he sought to preserve.

Therefore, Lucien refrained from pushing forward.

He chose instead to listen.

The essence of Living Creation stirred around him. His newly established Eternal Authority gently permeated the space. He perceived the rhythm of Stillness, the pulse of Equivalence, and the universe's query pressing against Eirene's soul.

"Who are you?"

Lucien began to match the frequency of the pressure.

The universe initially resisted his interference, attempting to reject his presence.

Lucien adapted his approach. Creation was not about imposing a new answer upon the breakthrough; it was about fostering the potential for an answer to exist.

Step by careful step, Lucien drew nearer.

Where Stillness attempted to freeze the void, Creation forged an unprecedented pathway. Where Equivalence demanded a sacrifice, Creation offered compatibility without cost. As the pressure twisted and contorted, Lucien moved in harmony with its flow.

He did not attempt to break the storm; he became an integral part of its intricate rhythm.

Finally, he reached Eirene. From this proximity, the sight tightened his chest.

Her Floran petals were now tinged with silver, her verdant hair shimmering between the essence of life and moonlight. Her fragrance had turned cold, and frozen motes of light drifted around her, each suspended between the moment of bloom and eternal silence.

Lucien swallowed, a lump forming in his throat.

He couldn't seek her consent.

But he trusted implicitly that she would understand his intent.

The Fruit of Creation glowed brightly in his hand.

Lucien closed his fingers around it, and with a deliberate motion, crushed it.

The fruit did not rupture messily. Instead, it dissolved.

A golden liquid coalesced in his palm, dense with the essence of creation. Not a single drop was spilled. The liquid shimmered like liquid dawn.

Lucien raised his other hand.

With utmost care and gentleness, he touched Eirene's chin. Her body trembled slightly.

For a fleeting instant, her eyelids fluttered beneath their closed state. She recognized him.

Lucien gently parted her lips with the slightest pressure he could apply.

Then, slowly, he began to pour the liquid essence into her mouth.

For the duration of a single breath, nothing occurred.

Eirene swallowed, and the void before her suddenly illuminated.

Her entire being pulsed with light. Her innate Floran nature surged, and her Lunarian side responded in kind. A profound stillness descended once more, but this time, Equivalence did not emerge alone. A new essence began to spread beneath both of them: a root.

The Fruit of Creation had not bestowed a second Law upon Eirene; she already possessed two. Instead, it provided a foundation for both Laws to flourish from a complete, unified self. The previous violent fluctuations began to change.

Lucien instinctively pulled back. This immense transformation was beyond his capacity to resolve for her; he could only bear witness. Eirene’s two forms flickered anew, but their rhythm had shifted. They were no longer clashing like adversaries vying for a single vessel, but were learning to coexist, to breathe as one.

The pressure enveloping her intensified, yet it no longer felt like an impending collapse. It emanated the aura of profound transformation. Lucien's eyes blazed as he activated his Inspect ability. However, even Inspect seemed to falter, as if the unfolding change was still in the process of being written.

Eirene’s form radiated with brilliance. Her soul, which had teetered on the brink of a schism, began to weave itself into a more intricate pattern. The two defining axes did not simply merge into a singular, crude line. Instead, they gracefully curved around each other, establishing a harmonious structure akin to twin moons mirrored in a tranquil lake adorned with flowers.

Stillness and Equivalence ceased their struggle as disparate Laws within a single host. They evolved into dual manifestations of one perfected existence. Lucien observed the settling outcome, his breath catching in his throat.

"Dual Law Constitution," he murmured, "Stillbloom Moonbody." The designation resonated with immense significance. The Lunarian past and the Floran present had not annihilated each other. They had forged a constitution capable of encompassing both.

Eirene’s flickering subsided, then ceased altogether. Her two forms merged seamlessly. A novel appearance emerged: her hair transformed into a cascade of green-silver, flowing like liquid moonlight intertwined with living vines. Delicate petals bloomed within its strands, no longer exclusively Floran or lunar in nature, but moonlit blossoms, pale at the edges and vibrant at their core.

A subtle fragrance permeated the void as motes of light began to orbit Eirene in a slow, gentle dance. Each mote contained a faint stillness, not one that suppressed life, but one that preserved its very essence. Lucien gazed in awe, momentarily silenced by the overwhelming beauty. Every urgent thought vanished from his mind. "Beautiful," he whispered, the single word wholly inadequate to capture the scene.

Within the heart of her metamorphosis, Eirene expanded her awareness. She found herself positioned between her two selves. Before her stood the Lunarian she once was, bearing sorrow with the refined grace of one who had learned to withstand shattering without visible fracture. Behind her stood the Floran she had become, radiating fragrance, balance, warmth, and the fragile courage of choosing a new life.

For an extended period, Eirene contemplated both figures. The Lunarian spoke first, her voice tinged with melancholy, "If you choose her, what becomes of all that we have preserved?" The Floran responded softly, "And if you cling only to preservation, what becomes of all we have lived for?" Both aspects turned their gazes towards Eirene as the universe seemed to hold its breath.

Eirene lowered her head, memories flooding her consciousness—her past, her present. After reliving these moments, she finally understood. Stillness was never meant to imprison memory, nor was Equivalence intended to transmute love into mere obligation. Stillness served to safeguard what must not be forgotten, while Equivalence permitted the continuation of what was lost, preventing it from becoming binding chains.

One without the other was incomplete. Stillness alone could devolve into stagnation; Equivalence alone could lead to cold, detached exchange. Together, however, they could preserve meaning and allow life to progress. Eirene lifted her head, her voice a quiet but resonant declaration that echoed through the cosmos: "I do not need to choose between the life I lost and the life I have now. I am both."

The Lunarian's eyes softened, and the Floran offered a gentle smile. Eirene continued, her resolve firm, "I will preserve what mattered, and I will move forward without betraying it." The two selves gracefully converged, silver moonlight and verdant radiance folding into a single, unified form. The universe responded to her declaration.

Externally, Lucien sensed the reverberation before he witnessed it—a profound hum that resonated through reality itself. Unlike his own breakthrough, Eirene's transformation was subtler, yet no less potent. Moonlight illuminated the void, and flowers bloomed where no ground existed. The petals did not scatter; they hung suspended, perfectly still, each laden with a balanced weight of memory and continuation. The universe had recorded her essence.

Her Laws had been irrevocably altered by the Fruit of Creation. Stillness transcended its previous limitations of halting, preserving, suspending, and silencing. It evolved into the Law of Absolute Stillness—a power that did not merely freeze the world but preserved meaning against the ravages of decay, forgetfulness, corruption, and time itself. Equivalence, too, underwent a profound transformation. It moved beyond its function as the Law of equal exchange and balanced cost, blossoming into something both gentler and more terrifying: the Law of Living Equivalence.An equivalence was established, not just demanding a price, but permitting loss, sacrifice, memory, life, and continuation to find their just balance without reducing the core of existence to mere figures. One cherished what was vital. One enabled what was vital to persist. They did not combine. They existed side-by-side. Eirene’s Law intensified its pressure. Her Stillbloom Moonbody emitted a more brilliant radiance. Lucien observed, rendered speechless. Moments elapsed. The surrounding void remained tranquil around her. At last, the profound resonance subsided. Eirene's eyes fluttered open. She. . . had attained Eternity. She turned her gaze toward Lucien. For a single inhale, silence reigned between them. Then, Eirene's lips curved into a smile. A smile so authentic, so exquisite that Lucien lost track of his intended words. Lucien gazed at her for another extended moment. Then, a smile bloomed on his face. "Congratulations, Sister Eirene." Eirene’s smile transformed into a radiant glow.