100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 644 - Progress

There was no mistaking it.

The three flashes reported by the shadows might have come from the newly awakened Primordial Incarnations.

The thought should have made the world feel colder.

Instead, after several breaths, Lucien slowly exhaled.

Then he smiled.

It was not a relaxed smile.

It was not a happy one either.

But it was real.

Lucien’s eyes moved to the five-continent map.

The seas remained marked in warning red. Beyond the known side of the world, the map faded into darkness.

That darkness was where the Black Mass waited.

Lucien tapped the northern sea marker once.

"If they were all waking up at the same time, the seas would not have given us three flashes."

His voice was quiet.

"They would have given us the end."

Lucien’s gaze sharpened.

The report was terrible.

But it was also information.

And information, no matter how ugly, was better than uncertainty.

The Primordial Incarnations were beginning to stir.

That was bad.

But they were not waking together.

That mattered.

Now that he thought about it, there had already been clues.

Severance and Convergence had awakened long ago, way faster than the others.

Lucien smiled.

Severance was dead.

Convergence had been injured, and Lucien still did not know whether that entity had fully recovered.

If the three flashes truly belonged to newly awakened Incarnations, then there were at least four known active threats remaining by count and uncertainty.

That was not comforting.

But it was survivable in a way that simultaneous awakening was not.

A full mass emergence would have meant the five continents being struck before the World Fortification Plan could stand.

’They cannot invade cleanly while the rest remain sealed. Not without risking separation, weakness, or being forced to act without their complete side of the board.’

Lucien rubbed his forehead.

The world had gained a few days.

Naturally, the universe had immediately found a way to spend them.

Lucien sighed.

Then he remembered Lilith.

She had just asked for a reward because she had been working too much.

And now he was about to make her work more.

His guilt became very specific.

"When this settles," he muttered, "I am giving her whatever she asks."

A pause followed.

Then survival instinct added a correction.

"Within reason."

Lucien remembered Lilith’s smile.

The correction did not comfort him.

•••

This time, Lucien did not keep the report to himself.

He closed the shadow report and sent it to the administrators through the Grace System.

Only to those who needed to know.

The message carried the full report, the northern sea location, the estimated trajectory, and Lucien’s first conclusion.

[The three flashes were most likely related to the Primordial Incarnations.]

[The World Fortification Plan had to accelerate.]

That was the only order he added.

A few replies came through the Grace System soon after.

No long discussions.

No unnecessary questions.

Only confirmation.

The administrators understood.

The surveys were already close to completion, thanks to Marie, Kaia, Sylra, and Marina.

Their elemental readings had made the difference.

Because of them, the World Fortification Plan no longer had to begin from guesswork.

The five continents had wounds.

Now Lootwell knew where many of them were.

That meant construction could begin faster.

For that, Lucien added another name to the plan.

Morphy.

The Mimic Slime had been kept mostly within controlled territory for a long time.

Morphy was too strange, too useful, and too easy for outsiders to misunderstand.

But the slimes’ reputation had returned after the five-continent stabilization. The world had watched slimes repair leylines, correct rhythm, and save damaged regions from collapse.

Now, sending a special slime to help construction outside Lootwell would no longer look absurd.

It would look like Lootwell being Lootwell.

Morphy had naturally integrated with the Law of Reflection.

It also possessed Origin Rewrite.

Those two traits made it terrifyingly suitable for repeated infrastructure work.

Lucien did not expect Morphy to truly copy Lilith’s Genesis Forging.

That would have been too unreasonable.

But Morphy could imitate enough of the rhythm to assist with repeated foundations and structural patterns.

For a project that required towers, shelters, lamps, array platforms, coastal stations, and emergency roads across five continents, that was already invaluable.

And Morphy would not be working alone.

Seren would go with it.

Seren, one of the Beacons of Light, had changed greatly after entering the Big World.

Her talent as a Forger had bloomed under pressure, resources, and constant exposure to impossible construction projects.

Some people learned slowly.

Seren learned like someone trying to outrun an explosion.

Morphy and Seren had become almost inseparable.

At first, Lucien thought it was only because Morphy liked copying her work.

Then he realized it was deeper.

They had developed a strange synchronization.

Morphy mirrored.

Seren refined.

Morphy tested the shape.

Seren corrected the weight.

Morphy rewrote the flaw.

Seren forged the correction into something stable.

Their rhythm was not the same as Lucien and Lilith’s.

It was not as profound.

It was not as overwhelming.

But it was flexible, fast, and strangely efficient.

For repeated construction, it was perfect.

Lucien assigned both of them under Lilith.

Then he silently apologized to her again.

The apology did not reduce her workload.

But at least it gave her better tools.

•••

After sending the orders, Lucien checked the progress of the other Beacons of Light.

They had changed so much.

Anya and Ronan had learned well from the Duovaris.

Anya’s progress was the strangest.

She had learned the Duovaris cooking arts.

That sounded harmless only to people who had never met the Duovaris.

To them, food was not merely food.

It was recovery.

It was preparation.

It was morale.

It was medicine that people actually wanted to eat.

Together with Sinep, Anya had begun creating dishes that carried long-lasting effects.

Strength recovery.

Mental clarity.

Stamina extension.

Poison resistance.

Fear suppression.

Formation focus.

And, in rare cases, small permanent improvements.

Lucien looked at that part of the report for a long while.

The Big World had pills, elixirs, treasures, and inheritance arts.

But food had become essential again.

A soldier who could fight longer because of a meal might survive.

A healer whose hands remained steady because of a broth might save someone.

A formation master whose mind stayed clear because of a prepared dish might prevent an array from collapsing.

That was not small.

Lucien even considered adding rare permanent-buff dishes as Grace Quest rewards.

Ronan’s progress was more direct.

The Duovaris had taught him dual-wielding methods that suited his bloodline far better than ordinary combat training.

Under their guidance, Ronan had unlocked several hidden bloodline skills.

He was still in the Celestial Realm.

But his foundation had changed.

His two blades no longer fought for dominance.

They moved as one intent through two paths.

When he reached Eternal, he would become indispensable.

Elias had also progressed under Dawnbinder.

He had learned the Luminarch way.

Routes.

Morale.

Timing.

The ability to see where people needed to move before panic told them to scatter.

Elias’ fate had always been a pathfinder.

Now, with his intelligence and Dawnbinder’s guidance, he was becoming something more.

A commander.

Robin remained with the shadows.

His progress was harder to measure, which usually meant it was going well.

He had infiltrated several sects.

He had stolen treasures.

More importantly, he had stolen techniques.

Sometimes he did not even need to take the manual.

He only needed to see enough.

That made him absurd in a very specific way.

Lucien approved.

The world needed shining heroes.

It also needed someone who could steal an enemy’s secret technique before the enemy finished showing off.

Robin was becoming that person.

Then there was Elunara.

She remained the mother figure of the Beacons of Light.

Sebas had somehow become the father figure.

After the war, Lucien had sent Elunara to Aurelia.

Elunara’s divination skill was powerful, but it demanded lifespan.

Lucien had forbidden her from using it recklessly.

He did not want her dying because she looked too far into the future.

Aurelia might be able to help her find another path.

Not burning lifespan to see fate.

But evolving the skill.

Awakening the fuller potential of her elven race.

Turning perception, nature resonance, intuition, memory, and fate sensitivity into something that could look ahead without consuming the person looking.

Lucien did not need Elunara to die seeing the future.

He needed her alive enough to help build one.

Sebas, meanwhile, had gone to the Liberator academy.

He taught the young people there discipline, manners, survival habits, and the kind of calm that made panic feel ashamed of itself.

According to one report, several students had started folding napkins with military seriousness.

Lucien decided not to investigate.

Everyone wanted to grow after the Keeper war.

Some through swords.

Some through food.

Some through shadows.

Some through command.

Some through discipline.

Some through forbidden gifts becoming safer.

Good.

The world needed all of them.