100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 656 - Eternity

Lucien did not leave the Origin Core Shrine.

After studying his own system, he committed everything to memory.

Photographic Memory caught every visible layer, every structure, every function path, every permission filter, and every safety mechanism he could bear to understand.

Now Lucien turned toward the real reason he had entered so deeply.

Deadman’s system.

In the vastness of the Origin Core’s authority, Lucien searched for the systems of the True Liberators.

Once he knew how to look, the connections appeared.

Seran.

Aurelia.

Cassian.

Seraphine.

The elemental women.

The others who had once received systems from the Primordial Slime.

Each system carried a different shape, different rhythm, different answer to survival.

Then Lucien found Deadman’s system.

He became still.

The system was not like his own.

Lucien’s system felt like reward, extraction, record, distribution, and impossible convenience wrapped around victory.

Deadman’s system felt like endings that refused to remain endings.

It did not shine loudly.

It turned like a wheel half-buried in a graveyard and half-rooted in the stars.

A name surfaced from the authority.

System of Eternal Lives.

Lucien stared at it.

The name was simple.

Deadman’s system had allowed him to randoml live parallel lives through incarnation states while his original body remained unconscious.

That life would be real.

When that life ended, Deadman would awaken in his original body and the experience returned with him.

That was the cruelty and the gift of his system.

Lucien studied deeper.

The System of Eternal Lives had several core functions.

The first was Life Descent.

It allowed a soul-thread to descend into a compatible life without severing the main soul.

The second was Anchor of Return.

It kept Deadman’s original body and main soul stable while h lived elsewhere.

The third was Memory Burial.

It sealed most of Deadman’s original memories inside the incarnation, allowing the new life to grow naturally without collapsing beneath the weight of a greater existence.

The fourth was Death Recall.

When the incarnation life ended, the thread returned, carrying memories, experience, emotional weight, skills, failures, and scars of meaning back to the original.

The fifth was Continuity Ledger.

That was the most important.

Every life Deadman lived was recorded not as a disposable mask, but as a real continuation of identity.

The system did not erase the person he became in each life.

It preserved the truth that he had been them.

All of them.

That was why Deadman understood people so well.

He had not merely observed lives.

He had been lives.

Lucien felt the weight of it and finally understood why Deadman’s eyes often looked tired even when his mouth was smiling.

The system was a miracle.

It was also a sentence.

•••

Lucien continued studying.

Deadman’s system was fundamentally different from his own, but it was just as complicated.

Perhaps more complicated in places.

Lucien’s system dealt with outcome.

Deadman’s system dealt with continuity.

That difference changed everything.

A reward could be classified, stabilized, and collected.

A life could not be handled so simply.

A life had too many contradictions.

The System of Eternal Lives had to create a soul-thread without reducing the incarnation into a puppet. It had to preserve the main soul without making the incarnation hollow. It had to allow genuine choices while still ensuring that death could return the thread instead of scattering it into the small world’s cycle forever.

That required another authority.

Eternity.

Lucien touched that layer carefully.

Then he felt it.

A depth beneath the system.

A small, almost impossibly refined trace of something ancient.

The Primordial Slime had once said that Eternity’s essence had split into Life and Death, and that the Life and Death Slimes had come from that division.

That had not been false.

But it had not been the whole truth either.

It seems like the Primordial Slime had salvaged more than one useful thing from that ancient ending.

A microscopic strand of Eternity’s authority had been woven into Deadman’s system.

It was enough to give his system a terrifying foundation.

Continuity through endings.

Identity across lives.

Return after death.

The right to say that a life had ended without allowing the person behind it to vanish completely.

Lucien felt a chill pass through his awareness.

The Primordial Slime had been absurd.

Again.

He had taken something left behind by a dead Primordial and turned it into a system that a reincarnator could survive using.

That was not merely genius.

That was cosmic craftsmanship with a questionable sense of mercy.

Lucien continued anyway.

This was too valuable to stop.

Deadman had given permission.

The Origin Core recognized the connection.

The Tree of Creation held Lucien steady.

So Lucien studied.

•••

Days passed.

Outside the Origin Core Shrine, Lootwell continued moving.

The Intercontinental Teleportation Array carried people across continents.

The World Fortification Plan advanced along coasts, roads, shelters, and hidden routes.

The first Soul Harbor Lamps began reaching priority sites.

Tidewatch towers rose like stubborn fists facing the sea.

Lifeline Routes spread beneath cities like veins prepared for disaster.

In the farms, rare attribute sprouts continued growing under Aerolith’s Continuance and Green’s anxious supervision.

In the monster small world, golden blood pools continued refining beasts that had begun listening to their own future.

The world did not stop because Lucien had entered meditation.

That was good.

That was what he had built Lootwell to do.

Move even when he was silent.

But inside the shrine, Lucien had gone somewhere stranger.

He sank deeper into the relationship between system, soul, life, death, and eternity.

No one disturbed him.

His body remained seated before the merged Origin Core fragment.

His awareness moved through authority vast enough to make time feel embarrassed by its own simplicity.

Minutes outside became years within.

Hours became eras of study.

Days became something that no longer had a proper name.

Lucien’s concentration never faltered.

Because he finally understood what he was looking for.

Not Deadman’s method.

That method belonged to Deadman.

It was shaped by his system, his Law of Eternity, his suffering, his deaths, and the lives he had carried back.

Copying it directly would be crude.

Lucien needed something else.

He needed his own way.

Deadman shaped incarnation threads through Eternity.

Lucien could not, and should not, simply imitate that.

Deadman’s method preserved continuity through death.

Lucien’s method had to grow continuity through life.

That thought became the first stable direction.

Growing an incarnation thread the way roots grew toward water.

Lucien held that thought carefully.

It was not a complete method.

But it was his.

•••

The deeper he studied, the more frightening the process became.

Each step carried a different kind of cruelty if mishandled.

Lucien studied all of it.

He did not let the knowledge pass through him casually.

He memorized the failures too.

He understood Deadman’s refusal more with every layer.

This was not a technique one repeated because it was useful.

It was soul surgery performed across planes while fate and death stood nearby waiting for mistakes.

Lucien felt his own will tighten.

He would not use incarnations carelessly.

If he used this method, it would be with consent, preparation, and a reason heavy enough to deserve the risk.

That decision stabilized him.

The Origin Core authority pressed deeper.

The Tree of Creation answered.

Its leaves rustled.

And then, among the countless leaves on the Tree, a new one began to form.

The Leaf of Eternity.

Lucien watched it grow in silence.

It was small at first.

Then it brightened.

The Tree of Creation fed it comprehension.

The Origin Core supplied meaning.

Deadman’s system provided structure.

The trace of Eternity’s primordial authority gave it direction.

Lucien’s Living Creation interpreted what it could and refused what it could not safely hold.

•••

When Lucien finally opened his eyes, a week had passed.

Only a week.

Inside his awareness, it felt as if centuries had moved across him wearing different faces.

His body remained seated in the Origin Core Shrine.

The Law of Eternity had reached eighty percent comprehension.

That number should have made him ecstatic.

Instead, Lucien sat silently for a long time.

He felt the weight of it.

How easily he had touched something others might spend entire eras failing to approach.

How much of that success came not from his own brilliance alone, but from the Origin Core, the Tree of Creation, Deadman’s permission, the Primordial Slime’s craftsmanship, and the terrible history of a dead Primordial whose remaining trace had become a system.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

Fast progress did not mean easy progress.

It meant the path had been terrifyingly direct.

Still, he had succeeded.

He understood enough to begin experiments.

He would fail there first.

Only when the method no longer threatened to turn morality into wreckage would he even consider a living volunteer.