100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 699 - Improvements

Lucien returned to Lootwell shortly after leaving the preserved region.

Before he left, however, Marie, Kaia, Sylra, and Marina stopped him.

They wanted part of the land.

Lucien looked at the four of them for several seconds.

They rarely asked him for anything directly.

More importantly, he still owed them.

The preserved region clearly meant far more to them than they were willing to explain.

So Lucien did not make things difficult.

He granted them a section they asked for.

The four women immediately looked pleased.

Lucien raised one finger.

"There is one condition."

They looked at him.

"If the true owner of this land ever returns, you have to give it back."

For some reason, all four women laughed.

Lucien frowned.

"What?"

Marie shook her head.

"Nothing."

That only made him more suspicious.

But none of them explained.

The spirits accompanying them soon began moving toward the newly granted territory with considerable enthusiasm.

Apparently, their first assignment had somehow ended with their queens acquiring land.

Lucien decided not to question that either.

He left.

•••

Later, Lucien stood near the edge of the Stillness Palace high above Lootwell.

Below him, the territory continued moving.

Everything flowed with the efficiency Lootwell had slowly built over the years.

The location for the worldwide authority training had finally been chosen.

That was one major problem solved.

Now he needed people to build it.

Lucien looked toward the horizon.

Lilith and the others were still occupied with the World Fortification Plan.

He would wait until they finished.

There was no point dragging them away from one enormous project just to throw them into another one.

Although technically, the moment they finished, he intended to do exactly that.

Lucien felt mildly guilty. Especially toward Lilith.

She had been working without much rest already.

He silently apologized in advance.

Whatever compensation she demanded afterward, he would probably have to accept it.

Probably.

Once construction began, Lucien could finally announce the plan to the world.

Until then, there was no reason to create anticipation for something that did not yet exist.

So he turned his attention elsewhere.

There were still plenty of things requiring his attention.

There always were.

•••

The first was the incarnation project.

Lucien checked the individuals whose incarnation threads had already stabilized.

There was still no response.

Lucien inspected the connections carefully.

The incarnation threads remained intact.

The authorities entrusted to them had not dispersed.

Their soul conditions appeared stable.

Nothing suggested failure.

That meant the simplest explanation was probably the correct one.

They had not been born yet.

For now, the threads remained healthy.

That was enough.

Lucien withdrew his attention.

When something changed, he would know.

•••

Afterward, he went to the Cycle Merit Web.

The vast network unfolded around him.

Countless souls continued moving along the roads shaped by their accumulated merit, tendencies, experiences, and choices.

Compared to when Lucien had first begun managing the process, the difference was enormous.

Many souls that had once been trapped along animal or marine paths had gradually changed direction.

Their roads shifted.

More and more now pointed toward lives among humanity or the Thousand Races.

This was the last major batch of souls still lingering along the older animal and marine routes.

Lucien studied them carefully.

If everything continued smoothly, then after this cycle, most of them should finally qualify for reincarnation among intelligent races again.

That would close another long-running problem.

Lucien looked over the environment surrounding the Cycle Merit Web.

The place remained natural.

It could support life easily.

Technically, he could begin creating humans here if he wanted.

The thought appeared again.

Lucien dismissed it almost immediately.

He was still uncomfortable with the idea.

So he left the idea alone.

There was no need to force every possibility simply because he possessed the ability.

•••

His next destination was the Abyssal Tempering Network.

The atmosphere changed the moment Lucien entered.

Abyssal authority pressed against the prepared structures surrounding the trainees.

The five-stage framework continued operating steadily.

Lucien moved through the network while observing the participants.

Bodies adapted. Resistance improved.

People were learning to exist beside Abyssal authority without immediately fighting it.

Lucien soon found Lucian.

He was studying the Abyssal force carefully rather than merely enduring it.

That made Lucien pause.

If Lucian eventually understood enough about the Abyss, his Law of Axiom could become extremely valuable in battle.

Lucian was taking the training seriously.

Good.

Lucien observed for a while longer before leaving him alone.

There was no reason to interrupt someone who was actually working properly.

•••

From there, Lucien visited the small world where the ancient beasts and monsters were training.

The change there was immediately obvious.

Astraea and the others had advanced considerably.

None had reached Extinction Grade yet except Morveth, but their comprehension continued rising at an impressive rate.

The ancient beasts were not rushing.

That was probably for the best.

Their bodies were already terrifying.

Their Laws were becoming deeper.

Eventually, the combination would become much more dangerous than simply forcing another advancement.

The younger monsters and beasts had changed too.

Many had become noticeably more intelligent.

Some now communicated clearly.

Others organized themselves into groups without needing constant supervision.

Lucien suspected his blood had played a role in accelerating more than their strength.

There were already many Celestials among them.

His pets had become monsters in the most literal and complimentary sense possible.

The Guardian Beasts were growing steadily as well.

Then he remembered the phoenixes.

They were contained in another space.

For some reason, the Primordial Slime’s message immediately returned to him.

The Vermillion Bird is not a Phoenix.

Lucien sighed.

The phoenixes were already imprisoned.

That was enough discipline.

He checked the formations once.

Everything remained secure.

Lucien left before some ancient message convinced him to become personally invested in bird taxonomy.

•••

While Lucien moved between projects, the outside world continued changing.

The Law Interweaver had stopped being merely an artifact.

It was becoming a platform.

That was the natural consequence of releasing the public blueprint.

People modified it, improved it, and adapted it to their own fighting styles.

The first major variation came from weapon makers.

A Law Interweaver spear appeared in the Middle Continent.

Instead of releasing the borrowed authority through the practitioner’s body first, the internal convergence structure fed it directly into the spear.

A fighter could maintain their original Law internally while using the stored authority primarily through the weapon.

The result was cleaner for weapon-focused techniques.

That design spread quickly.

Then came swords with embedded Interweaver reservoirs.

Shields appeared with defensive Laws stored directly inside their cores.

A group of archers developed bow limbs that could channel different Laws into arrows depending on which gemstone slot was active.

Armor makers followed.

Several factions created chest pieces that used stored Laws only for defensive reinforcement.

One model shifted between Hardness, Flexibility, and Impact Dispersion depending on the incoming attack.

The public version remained recognizable beneath all of them.

The same convergence logic.

The same safety structures.

The same finite reservoirs.

But the world was building around it.

That was exactly what Lucien had wanted.

Not everyone needed Lootwell’s version.

Not everyone should use the same form.

A spear fighter understood spears better than Lootwell did.

A defensive clan understood its own formations.

A race with six arms had no reason to design equipment around humanoid assumptions.

Once people stopped treating the blueprint as something sacred and started treating it as a foundation, innovation accelerated.

The compatibility registry expanded with them.

New combinations appeared every day.

Old ones were refined.

Some Laws previously considered awkward became valuable once integrated into specific weapons or armor.

The Thousand Races were not merely receiving tools anymore.

They were learning how to build their own answers.

Lucien watched several public reports when he finally returned to his office.

The Echo Crucible rankings continued changing.

Law Anchor proficiency continued improving.

Lawroot Stabilizing Draught production remained stable.

The Interweaver ecosystem was expanding without Lootwell needing to direct every step.

The incarnation threads were healthy.

The Cycle Merit Web was progressing.

The Abyssal Tempering Network remained stable.

The ancient beasts were growing stronger.

The preserved region waited for construction.

For once, the pieces were moving in the correct direction.

Lucien leaned back.

The world was becoming stronger, more adaptable, and more difficult to control.

And, most importantly, less dependent on Lootwell solving every problem for it.

That might have been the greatest improvement of all.

Everything was going well.

Lucien stared at that thought for several seconds.

Then he decided not to tempt fate by saying it aloud.