100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 649 - A Call

Lucien returned to his private chamber after leaving the ruined world.

The bark of the Tree of Creation floated before him.

The moment his fingers touched it, the bark reacted.

It sensed the Tree of Creation inside him and came apart naturally. It dissolved into countless strings, then surged into Lucien.

Toward his conceptual space.

Lucien closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, his awareness had already descended inward.

His spirit remained there, still holding his Divine Energy Core.

Above the Divine Energy Core, the Tree of Creation stoowsd rooted.

Its trunk was no longer young.

Its branches stretched through his conceptual space. Its leaves shimmered with different hues.

The bark’s strings of existence entered.

The Tree stirred.

The strings wrapped around the Tree of Creation, sinking into the bark, roots, branches, and inner rings of light. Thin branches thickened. Quiet leaves brightened. New veins of creation rhythm spread through the trunk like rivers finding forgotten channels.

The Tree became bigger, more complete, and more alive.

Lucien felt the change immediately.

His laws answered.

They stirred as if the Tree had become a teacher that did not need to speak.

Leaves rustled.

Each sound carried comprehension.

Lucien stood within his conceptual space and let the meaning fall through him.

He did not need to meditate.

He simply existed near the Tree, and the universe began explaining itself in fragments.

That was the most frightening part.

The Tree of Creation turned comprehension into weather.

As long as the Tree stood inside his Divine Energy Core, Lucien was passively approaching the Laws of the universe.

Every breath.

Every silence.

Every movement of leaves.

The laws were feeding him slowly.

Lucien exhaled.

The more bark he gathered, the more impossible this Tree would become.

That was good.

That was also dangerous.

The other side knew enough to fear it.

•••

When the integration finished, the Tree of Creation changed again.

New buds appeared.

Fruits.

Lucien’s eyes sharpened.

The new Fruits of Creation grew among the branches, round and luminous, each one carrying a different depth of light. Some were small and young. Some were half-formed. Some had already begun to ripen

Lucien counted them carefully.

Then he smiled.

His guess had been right.

The leaves could regrow by consuming divine energy.

Expensive, but possible.

The fruits were different.

Once plucked, they would not simply return.

They were limited.

Each one was a concentrated chance. A transformation. A possible rebirth of body, affinity, foundation, and path.

But absorbing more bark allowed the Tree to bear more fruits.

Lucien stared at the fruits for a long time.

Many of the older ones had ripened after the war.

Clara’s work had helped more than she probably understood.

The faith of the people had strengthened.

That faith had nourished the Tree.

The result hung before him now.

Ripe Fruits of Creation.

More than before.

Still not enough for everyone.

Never enough for everyone.

But enough to matter.

Lucien looked at them and immediately began thinking of names.

Seran had earned one.

That was already decided.

But there were others.

People who could turn a Fruit of Creation into more than personal strength.

People whose growth would protect territories, stabilize systems, teach others, and change the shape of future battles.

Lucien had to choose people whose paths would become wider because of it.

He touched one branch lightly.

A ripe fruit swayed.

The Tree answered with quiet patience.

Lucien did not pluck it yet.

Not today.

First, he needed to understand what the fruit had done to the first batch of people who ate it.

•••

He had already observed the first batch.

Especially Luke and Cienna.

Their results had surprised him.

At first, Lucien had expected their laws to evolve.

That was what often happened when an old law encountered a higher origin. Branches formed. Variants appeared. Deeper meanings surfaced.

But Luke and Cienna were different.

Their Laws had not changed.

Luke’s Law of Skill remained the Law of Skill.

Cienna’s Law of Magic remained the Law of Magic.

Then Lucien understood.

Their Laws were new.

The universe had not held those laws properly before them. There were no law-branch ready to be awakened.

Their laws had no elder version.

So the Fruit of Creation did not evolve their Laws.

It evolved the bodies that carried them.

That difference mattered.

Luke’s body had changed first.

Before, Luke’s Law of Skill had already been unreasonable.

He could learn skills that should have been restricted by species, bloodline, body type, talent, race, or inheritance conditions.

Monster skills.

Thousand Race skills.

Even skills meant for bodies that did not resemble his own.

The Law of Skill had always treated requirements as suggestions that needed better negotiation.

But after eating the Fruit of Creation, Luke’s body had become something stranger.

It had become a skill-bearing vessel.

His muscles no longer adapted only through training.

They adapted through pattern reception.

His bones could adjust to the strain of incompatible techniques.

His nerves could remap themselves to carry movements that should have belonged to other species.

His mana vessels could reshape briefly to support skill activation.

His blood could imitate the activation condition of skills that normally required a bloodline he did not possess.

Even his breathing could alter rhythm depending on the skill he used.

He had become a body that could host the logic of skills.

That was absurd, terrifying, and extremely Luke.

The greatest change was not only that Luke could learn more skills.

It was that his body could now translate them.

A claw technique could become a hand technique.

A wing movement art could become a footwork method.

A monster roar skill could become a pressure shout.

A law-assisted skill could be simplified into a version that someone without that Law might still use at reduced power.

That changed his value completely.

Luke was no longer only a person who learned skills.

He was becoming someone who could adapt skills for others.

A living converter. A bridge between incompatible training systems.

His connection to the Skillpedia had also deepened.

Luke had described it carefully.

The Skillpedia no longer felt like a mere divine tool.

It felt like an authority.

Not exactly the same as the Origin Core, but similar enough that Lucien had listened very carefully.

An authority over skill records.

And from that connection, Luke had gained something new.

Skill Cards.

He could also now condense skills into cards.

Lucien felt like his father became a strategic infrastructure with legs.

Cienna’s change was equally absurd.

Her Law of Magic had already made her a violation of every narrow mage tradition ever invented.

Mana treated her as if it had been waiting for someone less boring to speak to.

After the Fruit of Creation, her body changed.

Her mana vessels no longer carried only the few compatible attributes.

They became universal channels. Tiny runic veins had appeared along her internal pathways.

Before, Cienna could learn all magic spells because of her Law. But the magic attribute has always been the problem.

Now, her body became the place where all those attributes gathered.

The Fruit of Creation had not made her magic bigger in a crude way.

It made her magical foundation compatible with variety.

She even gained the monster attributes. Even the corrupted attributes, if purified first and handled carefully.

Cienna’s connection to the Magic Book had also strengthened.

Like Luke, she described it less as a book and more as an authority.

A growing authority over spell structure, magical logic, attribute interaction, and magical inheritance.

And from that connection, she had gained the ability to create Spell Cards.

Lucien had been amazed.

Then he had become worried.

Then amazed again.

Then more worried.

That was becoming a common emotional pattern in Lootwell.

Luke and Cienna had not become stronger in the simple way.

They had become more fundamental.

Skill and Magic were no longer only their personal laws.

They were beginning to become systems around them.

That was what made the next part frightening.

•••

What surprised Lucien most was not the Skill or Spell Cards.

It was what Luke and Cienna had said afterward.

Both of them had felt something far away, beyond the void.

A call.

Luke said it felt like his name had been written on a door he had never seen.

Cienna said it felt like a throne had turned slightly in her direction.

Neither of them knew what it meant.

Lucien had not answered immediately when they told him.

Because he had a guess.

And the guess was ridiculous enough that even his standards protested.

The Law of Skill. The Law of Magic.

Two new Laws.

Born through them.

If their Laws truly did not exist before, then Luke and Cienna were not merely practitioners of those laws.

They were the first anchors.

The first holders.

The first names the universe could attach those concepts to.

Lucien looked at the Tree of Creation and felt the fruits glow quietly above him.

His parents were ridiculous.

That was not new information.

But there were levels to ridiculousness.

Luke and Cienna might be the Primordials of Skill and Magic.

And if that was true, then the thing calling to them beyond the void might not be an enemy.

It might be recognition.

Something like the Primordial Space acknowledging that two new authorities had been born and needed to be established.

Lucien swallowed.

That was amazing.

That was terrifying.

That was the kind of opportunity that usually arrived wrapped around a disaster.

He did not like it.

He wanted it.

He feared it.

All at once.

Because if Luke and Cienna were being called to establish their identities beyond the void, then the future had become larger than even Lucien had expected.

His parents had not simply become stronger after eating the Fruits of Creation.

They had begun approaching something foundational.

A new law did not remain private forever.

Eventually, the universe noticed.