100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 669 - Visits

Lucien’s next destination was the cultivation fields managed by Aerolith and Green.

He wanted to see the rare-attribute crops.

The moment he arrived, Green came forward to greet him.

Aerolith followed more slowly.

She was chewing.

Lucien decided not to ask what.

Green led him to the newest harvest.

The rare-attribute fruits had ripened.

They did not resemble any single fruit Lucien knew.

Some had layered skins like overlapping petals. Others carried translucent flesh with several colors flowing inside. A few grew in clusters, yet each fruit in the cluster possessed a different scent and mana pulse.

They looked less like natural crops and more like several fruits had argued over one body until Creation forced them to cooperate.

Lucien found them beautiful.

These were his and Seraphine’s work. Something they had designed, tested, and cultivated themselves.

Lucien first examined Aerolith.

Structural Insight passed over her body.

Her mana vessels unfolded into strings of layered authority.

The rare attributes she had consumed had settled properly.

There was no rejection or any unstable mutation.

The new attribute traces had integrated with her mana vessels as naturally as if they had always belonged there.

Lucien nodded in satisfaction.

"The fruits are stable."

Green relaxed slightly.

Lucien turned toward the fields again.

"Continue cultivating every viable strain."

Green lowered his head.

"Yes, Young Lord."

The crops worked.

That did not mean the dosage was safe for everyone.

Aerolith was a Skywhale, a Void Entity.

She could consume substances that would turn many ordinary beings into medical records.

Her success proved the fruits were functional.

It did not prove an entire fruit was appropriate for the Thousand Races.

Lucien looked at Green.

"Have the Mirrorhorn Duants begin controlled testing."

Green immediately understood.

Aerolith blinked.

Lucien continued.

"We need the correct ratio for different races, constitutions, and realms. A full fruit may be wasteful or dangerous."

The special crops produced by Lucien’s drops often worked the same way.

A small amount of extracted juice could grant an attribute.

The entire fruit was rarely necessary.

If these crops behaved similarly, a single harvest could benefit far more people than expected.

One fruit might provide enough essence for dozens of recipients.

That changed everything.

Green’s expression sharpened with interest.

"The Mirrorhorn Duants can adjust safely if the concentration is too high."

"Yes."

Their Constitution made them the best test group.

They could receive a measured amount, observe the integration, and correct certain imbalances before permanent damage formed.

Lucien still expected strict supervision.

Safe did not mean careless.

"Begin with diluted extracts," Lucien said. "Record the minimum amount needed for the attribute to take root, the stabilization period, and whether realm or race changes the ratio."

Green nodded.

"I will prepare the trials."

"Once the dosage standards are reliable, speak with Kael."

The commercial stage would come after testing.

Kael could handle pricing, distribution, contracts, and the inevitable arguments from factions that would suddenly discover a deep agricultural interest the moment rare attributes became purchasable.

"Selling can begin after the safety framework is complete," Lucien said. "No earlier."

Green accepted the order without hesitation.

Lucien looked over the strange fruits again.

Their value would be enormous.

So would the number of people trying to exploit them.

That problem could wait for Kael.

•••

Aerolith had remained unusually quiet.

Lucien looked at her.

She was staring at one of the ripened fruits.

Her expression carried deep spiritual concentration.

Lucien knew better.

"No."

Aerolith turned toward him.

"Brother, can I have more?"

Her eyes widened.

Her cheeks puffed slightly.

The transformation from Void Entity to starving younger sister was immediate and shameless.

Lucien sighed.

"You only remember how to act cute when you want food."

Aerolith’s eyes became even rounder.

Lucien remained firm.

She had already eaten enough rare-attribute crops to make ordinary scholars faint from financial grief.

Her appetite had not decreased.

If anything, it had become more ambitious.

Still, the eating was helping her grow.

Aerolith’s Law of Continuance had always allowed her to survive the void and preserve existence through hostile conditions.

But continuously using it to support crops, stabilize life, and maintain delicate mana environments had changed her understanding.

Her Continuance no longer concerned survival alone.

She had begun understanding how life persisted through nourishment, recovery, adaptation, and repetition.

Perhaps managing the fields had taught her.

Or perhaps eating everything in them had.

Lucien suspected both.

"Go outside," he said.

Aerolith blinked.

"You should try human food."

Her attention sharpened instantly.

"Find Anya. Ask her to cook for you."

Aerolith’s eyes widened.

Lucien almost regretted continuing.

"Her food will be different from raw crops. You may find it interesting."

Aerolith nodded so quickly that her hair moved with the motion.

Then she disappeared.

A gust of displaced air passed through the field.

Green stared after her.

Lucien rubbed his forehead.

He hoped Anya’s kitchens survived.

Then another thought occurred to him.

Anya’s Boundless Hearth strengthened nourishment.

Aerolith could grow through eating.

That combination might become dangerous for the regional food supply.

Lucien made a mental note to increase agricultural production.

Just in case.

•••

From the cultivation fields, Lucien moved toward the monster cultivation world.

The moment he entered, the pressure pressed against him.

Astraea reached him quickly.

Her storm moved around her in restrained currents.

She did not waste time before reporting.

Over the past several weeks, more monsters had crossed major-realm thresholds.

Several had reached Ascendance.

Many had broken into the Celestial Realm.

Even Astraea and the other ancient beasts continued improving.

Lucien listened with satisfaction.

Then Astraea mentioned Morveth.

"Your blood strengthens his shell and flesh," she said. "But his Law comprehension barely responds."

Lucien understood immediately.

That was natural.

He was an Astral Testudon, another Void Entity.

Like Aerolith, his existence had integrated with the Law of Continuance so he could survive where ordinary life had no foundation.

Void Entities did not necessarily grow through the same paths as worldly beasts.

The blood pools now carried vitality, bloodline power, physical essence, and fragments of comprehension suited to living creatures shaped by worlds.

Morveth could absorb the physical benefits.

But his deeper growth depended on something else.

Lucien looked across the monster world.

In the distance, Morveth was in human form. His shell sat on his back.

Within the shell, cities, forests, structures, and living districts existed across it.

His shell was not merely armor.

It was home.

An Astral Testudon grew through acceptance.

The more lives recognized his shell as shelter, territory, and belonging, the deeper his authority became.

The contracts within his shell were not decorative bonds.

Every person who chose to live there strengthened the truth that Morveth was not merely carrying a world.

He was becoming one.

Lucien’s expression eased.

"There is no problem," he said.

Astraea looked toward him.

"The blood pools are still useful. They are strengthening his body enough to support what his authority will eventually become."

Morveth had already been an Extinction-Grade Entity before.

He did not need blood comprehension to define his path.

He needed inhabitants, trust, continuity, and people willing to call the vast world upon his shell home.

Aerolith grew by consuming.

Morveth grew by sheltering.

Both were Void Entities. Yet even creatures born from the same vast emptiness could require completely different forms of nourishment.

Lucien found that fitting.

Astraea’s gaze moved toward Morveth.

"The little mountain carries more lives every day."

"He will continue growing."

"And if enough accept him?"

Lucien studied the vast shell.

"Then one day, calling him a beast may become inaccurate."

Astraea smiled.

Her storm stirred with ancient approval.

The blood pools had not failed Morveth.

They were simply feeding the part of him that blood could reach.

The rest would be built by every life that slept beneath his sky without fear.

•••

Lucien’s final stop was Rurik’s workshop.

The automaton project had continued without pause.

Tens of thousands of units now stood within the vast assembly halls, arranged in silent ranks beneath suspended forging platforms and moving arrays.

Their bodies were built from the strongest metal Lilith had helped create.

It was all thanks to the Memory Alloy Fragment drop, the metal that remembered.

Every impact it endured became information.

Every technique that struck it became a lesson.

The same attack grew less effective each time, as the metal adjusted its structure, redistributed force, and learned how not to break in the same way twice.

By now, the automatons had already been tested against countless attributed spells, weapons, Laws, and combat methods.

Calling them difficult to destroy was becoming an understatement.

Their Soul Cores made them even more dangerous.

They did not remain static after creation.

They learned. They adapted. They grew.

Many units could already unleash attacks at the Celestial level.

Lucien and Rurik wanted more.

Their goal was Eternal-level output.

With the new blueprints Lucien had given him, Rurik was drawing closer to it.

The remaining problem was not the amount of power inside the Soul Cores.

It was releasing that power properly.

The automatons still needed stronger channels, better authority conversion, and more precise methods to reproduce the abilities the Soul Cores had once possessed.

Once those flaws were solved, they would be ready for war.

As an army that remembered every battle it survived.

Lucien looked across the silent ranks and smiled.

Even Lootwell’s machines were growing stronger.

That was good.