100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 650 - Absurdities

The others who had eaten the Fruits of Creation had become something different.

It did not give everyone the same result.

Virel and Aniel had both practiced the Law of Light.

After eating the Fruits of Creation, their Law of Light had branched in two directions that felt separate, yet strangely inseparable.

Virel’s Law had become the Law of Guiding Light.

Aniel’s Law had become the Law of Nurturing Light.

One led.

One restored.

One showed the road.

One made sure those who walked it could continue.

Together, they were almost unreasonable.

Virel’s light no longer existed only to illuminate or purify. It became direction itself.

During the Keeper war, that had saved armies by preventing people from dying stupidly.

Aniel’s light was gentler, but not weaker.

The Law of Nurturing Light did not burn evil away first. It strengthened what remained good until corruption had nowhere comfortable to stay.

Her light entered wounds and made flesh remember wholeness.

The Celestial Race was already gifted in healing and support.

Virel and Aniel had pushed that gift into something higher.

Their bodies had transformed as well.

Their Celestial blood no longer only carried racial purity. It carried resonance.

Virel’s body became a beacon vessel. His bones, blood, and spirit could store direction-light, allowing him to guide many people across a vast battlefield without exhausting his focus too quickly.

Aniel’s body became a cradle vessel. Her light accumulated gently within her flesh and wings, allowing her healing to linger even after she withdrew. Those touched by her light continued recovering for a time, as if a small sunrise had been left inside them.

That was why so many people had survived the Keeper war.

The two Laws were different. But when used together, they became something like a road and a home at the end of it.

•••

Vivian’s change was also born from the Law of Light.

But hers had not followed the same direction.

Vivian’s Law had become the Law of Redeeming Light.

It suited her too well.

Lucien almost sighed when he realized it.

Vivian had never been only bright.

Her light had always carried responsibility, guilt, protection, and mercy.

The stubborn refusal to let someone remain broken just because the world had already judged them finished.

After the Fruit of Creation, that nature became Law.

Redeeming Light did not merely heal.

It corrected what should not have remained stained.

It could wash away curses without destroying the person beneath them. It could separate corruption from wounded souls. It could calm bloodline backlash. It could soothe spiritual guilt that had turned into chains. It could even make certain fallen powers usable again after purification, though that part required extreme caution.

Vivian’s constitution had changed with it.

Her Celestial bloodline awakened fully.

She could now assume her Celestial form at will.

When she did, her body became radiant, sacred, and terrifyingly gentle.

The Wings of Atonement and the Halo of Absolution were no longer simply five star skills when she entered that form.

They became part of her.

And yet, most of the time, she still preferred her human form.

When Lucien had asked why, she had only smiled.

She felt closer to him that way.

Lucien remembered that answer and felt warmth settle quietly in his chest.

•••

Cielius had changed more quietly.

That made his transformation easier to underestimate.

His Law of Nature had become the Law of Worldroot Nature.

Living Nature.

The world as an organism.

Cielius had always possessed a deep affinity with nature because of his skill. Before, he could listen to the natural world better than most. He could guide growth, understand plants, soothe beasts, and feel the emotional rhythm of living lands.

After the Fruit of Creation, that boundary thinned.

Cielius was no longer merely close to nature.

Nature recognized him as part of itself.

His body had fully turned youthful again as if old age had been peeled back from him gently by spring. His eyes became clear and deep, carrying the calm of someone who had survived time and then been given more of it.

Yet he remained the same kind old man.

His appearance had changed.

His nature had not.

But beneath that kindness was something vast.

If he stood still long enough, local nature began adjusting around him.

Grass turned toward him.

Trees lowered branches.

Beasts grew calm.

Even damaged soil seemed to breathe easier.

That was why Lucien became more protective of him, not less.

Cielius was too valuable.

If he reached Eternal, he could become one of the greatest stabilizers of the five continents. He could help repair ruined lands, detect corruption early, nourish shelter zones, and strengthen the living foundation of the world itself.

But if enemies discovered what he could truly do before he reached Eternal, they would not simply try to kill him.

They would try to use him.

•••

Seraphine’s Law of Remedy had also evolved.

Her Law had become the Law of Restorative Remedy.

At first, the name seemed simple.

Then Lucien saw its full potential.

Remedy was treatment.

Restorative Remedy was the return of a body, spirit, or system toward its proper state through the correct cure.

That difference was enormous.

Seraphine no longer saw disease as a list of symptoms.

She saw interruption, a broken rhythm, a body arguing with itself.

Her evolved Law let her understand what a patient was trying to return to.

Then her remedies followed that road.

Her system had also changed with her.

It could now access ancient, forgotten, abandoned, and nearly extinct remedies under the right conditions.

Lost formulas. Old treatment methods. Racial medicines. Battlefield cures. Spirit stabilizers. Plague counters. Anti-curse prescriptions. Remedies that civilizations had once developed through suffering and then lost through pride, death, or time.

Seraphine had become a ridiculous doctor.

During the Keeper war, she had proven it.

She saved people who should have died.

Not because she waved light over them and declared everything fine.

Because she understood what was wrong.

She could look at a curse-wound and know what kind of remedy would persuade the body not to surrender. She could read poison progression like a map. She could combine medicines that should have contradicted each other and make them cooperate because her Law understood the purpose behind the cure.

The universe seemed to want her to treat everything.

•••

Sebas had changed in a way that was deeply unfair to everyone else.

His Law of Stealth had become the Law of Hidden Presence.

The old butler had always been quiet.

Now quiet had become a legal argument the universe accepted.

Sebas did not merely hide.

When he wished to remain undetected, the world helped him be overlooked.

Eyes slid past him.

Senses found no reason to stay.

Divination lost interest.

Formation detection treated his position as unimportant background.

Even killing intent could be folded so neatly that the air itself behaved as if nothing worth mentioning had arrived.

That was the frightening part.

Sebas was not simply absent.

He was present in a way the universe politely declined to announce.

Lucien tested it once.

The result had annoyed him for a few minutes.

If Sebas truly did not want to be found, even Lucien had to concentrate seriously to locate him.

That was ridiculous.

It was also completely in character.

Sebas remained dignified, gentle, and terrifyingly proper.

Then he used his evolved Law to appear behind academy students who had failed stealth training and ask whether they intended to announce their location to the enemy by written invitation.

Several students improved dramatically.

Fear was educational.

Robin, who had learned from Sebas, looked both inspired and betrayed by the standard his master had set.

Lucien almost pitied him.

Almost.

If Sebas reached Eternal, he might become one of the best assassins in the world.

Possibly beyond the world.

Lucien even entertained the thought of Sebas killing a Primordial secretly one day.

•••

Marie, Kaia, Sylra, and Marina had become absurd in a different way.

Their elemental Laws had been refined into world-aspected branches.

Marie’s Law of Earth became the Law of Earthen Continuum.

Kaia’s Law of Fire became the Law of Heartflame.

Sylra’s Law of Air became the Law of Listening Wind.

Marina’s Law of Water became the Law of Remembering Water.

Each branch suited them.

Marie became closer to the land. No. She could become the land itself.

Kaia’s flame became stranger. She could now create flames born from the feelings and hopes carried across the continent.

Sylra’s wind became perception. She could become the breath of the continent itself.

Marina’s water became memory. She could become the memory carried by water itself.

Together, the four had become partial expressions of the world’s own senses.

Their bodies changed with their Laws.

Each could now enter an orb-like elemental spirit form.

Lucien had stared the first time he saw it.

Then he had decided not to question it too loudly.

Lootwell had passed the stage where strange transformations deserved panic every time.

In those forms, the four could travel across continents with astonishing speed.

Not by flying like ordinary beings.

By returning to their element.

Marie could sink into the earth’s rhythm and emerge where the land recognized her.

Kaia could move through heat, flame, and living warmth.

Sylra could ride wind currents and scattered breaths.

Marina could pass through rivers, rain, mist, and coastal waters.

Enemies found them almost impossible to detect when they merged with the world.

Because they were not merely hiding inside elements.

They became part of the element’s presence.

Their systems had evolved as well.

Each system had become more fluid, more responsive, and more suited to the nature of the element it served.

During the Keeper war, their value had become obvious.

They listened to the world.

They helped stabilize leylines, locate corrupted zones, and prevent several regions from collapsing into silence.

•••

By the time Lucien finished reviewing the first batch, his mood had become complicated.

Every person who had eaten a Fruit of Creation had become impossible in a different direction.

None of them were ordinary anymore.

Some had never been ordinary in the first place.

Now the problem had become worse.

Lucien leaned watched the Tree of Creation and looked at the ripe fruits hanging above him.

He had wanted to strengthen Lootwell.

He had succeeded.

The people who ate the fruits did not simply gain power.

That also meant he could not afford to lose them.

Not because they were useful first. Because they were family, friends,, and people who had stood with him before the world understood what standing with him meant.

Their usefulness came after that.

But the world was cruel enough that both truths mattered.

He loved them.

And the world needed them.

That made protecting them no longer a personal preference.

It was strategy.

Lucien sighed.

The others had proven something.

Given to the right person, a fruit could turn talent into function, function into authority, and authority into a pillar of the age.

Lucien slowly smiled.

Then the smile widened.

The impossibility of Lootwell was leveling up again.