100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 708 - - Finished

The physical construction was complete. Everything beneath Lucien already had structure.

Together, they formed the body of the training grounds.

Now, Lucien needed to give that body one mind.

He descended toward the central formation core.

The authority layering was not simply another formation placed on top of everything else.

It was a safeguard.

Once completed, Lucien would gain direct control over the entire region.

He would be able to activate or shut down facilities, open and close sectors, modify restrictions, and stop trials immediately if something went wrong.

More importantly, he would be able to feel the condition of the network itself.

A damaged formation. An unstable battlefield impression. Abnormal Law activity. A section beginning to deviate from its intended function.

He would know.

The preserved impressions were another reason this layer mattered.

Some of them had remained dormant for thousands of years.

Others could awaken when exposed to sufficient pressure.

The formations already contained them, but Lucien wanted another layer of control above that containment.

If an old battlefield impression began spreading beyond its assigned sector, his authority could force the surrounding systems to isolate it before it affected neighboring districts.

That alone justified the work.

But it was still not the main reason.

Lucien looked across the enormous formation map floating before him.

There were thousands of separate systems, functions, and possible interactions.

The authority layer would turn them into one.

Instead of commanding each formation independently, Lucien would command the entire training ground.

That idea had partly come from Solar Concordium.

Lucien still remembered the Trial of Ascendancy.

Solar Concordium had controlled the Grand Arena almost as naturally as moving his own limbs.

Terrain changed. Rules shifted. Restrictions appeared. Entire sections transformed according to his intention.

His authority had made the arena responsive.

Lucien wanted the same thing here.

On a much larger scale.

If a future competition required stronger suppression, he could adjust it.

If one battlefield needed to be divided into smaller sectors, he could close sections without rebuilding anything.

If a trial needed different restrictions, he could change them through the central authority.

The formations would provide the function.

His authority would provide the command.

And the Origin Core would bind everything together.

Lucien sat before the central core.

The others had already withdrawn.

All they could do was wait for good news.

•••

The first day passed quietly.

Lucien began with his own authority.

He allowed it to flow into the central formation core before spreading outward along the prepared pathways.

One formation after another accepted his imprint.

The network learned whose authority stood above it.

Lucien felt every successful connection.

One by one, they joined the same authority structure.

The scale was enormous.

So Lucien stopped treating it like a normal formation problem.

He activated Cosmic Convergence. His past selves appeared around him..

Each immediately understood what needed to be done.

One handled the northern network.

Another monitored the battlefield sectors.

Another checked the containment systems around preserved impressions.

Several more worked through secondary formation cores scattered across the region.

Lucien’s Parallel Thoughts linked all of them.

By the end of the second day, nearly the entire region had accepted Lucien’s authority.

Then came the final part.

Lucien drew upon the merged Origin Core’s authority carefully.

The response was immediate.

Something deeper flowed through the formation network.

The prepared formations responded one after another.

Different Law systems that had previously existed beside one another began recognizing the same higher framework.

They remained separate in purpose. But they were no longer separate in command.

Lucien watched the network change through his perception.

Countless formation lines stretched beneath the region.

Before, they had looked like an enormous collection of connected structures.

Now they felt like parts of the same thing.

Lucien adjusted one section.

Three distant systems responded automatically.

He changed the permitted suppression threshold of one Authority Resistance Field.

The safety formations surrounding it recalculated their own limits.

He closed one battlefield sector.

Nearby transportation routes immediately redirected themselves.

Lucien smiled.

It was working.

The preserved impressions reacted too. Their boundaries became clearer beneath his perception.

He could feel where one ancient battlefield memory ended and another began.

He could sense which ones were quiet, which ones were active, and which ones would need closer observation later.

For the first time, the preserved region was no longer something Lucien needed to study piece by piece.

He could feel it as a whole.

•••

The work lasted three days.

Even with Cosmic Convergence and Parallel Thoughts, there was no shortcut for the final integration.

Lucien checked every major section repeatedly.

Authority flowed through one layer, then another.

Connections were tested. Safety limits were verified. Emergency shutdowns were triggered and restored.

The Origin Core’s authority settled gradually through the unified system until the entire region responded to Lucien as naturally as one enormous formation.

Then, sometime near the end of the third day, the last connection closed.

Lucien opened his eyes. Silence surrounded him.

For a moment, he did nothing.

Then he reached outward with his perception.

The entire preserved region answered.

Lucien could feel the entire training grounds.

He raised one hand.

A distant battlefield sector closed.

Another opened.

The suppression level of one Authority Resistance Field increased slightly.

Then returned to normal.

Several transportation paths shifted automatically around the changes.

Lucien lowered his hand.

A satisfied smile appeared.

The training grounds were finally alive.

•••

The news spread through the construction teams almost immediately.

Everything was finished.

One month and three weeks.

Even the people who had watched Lootwell work from the beginning needed a moment to accept that.

Solar Concordium stared across the finished region before laughing loudly.

He had built the Grand Arena.

He knew what it meant to create a battlefield capable of changing under authority.

But this was something else entirely.

An entire region had become one responsive training system.

The Obsidian Collegium scholars were openly proud.

So were the monks and nuns of the Silent Monastery.

Many of them were not Lootwell citizens.

That hardly mattered anymore.

They had helped build this.

Lunarians, Celestials, craftsmen, researchers, spirits, monks, nuns, and formation specialists had all left something behind.

What would have taken other powers decades had been completed in less than two months.

Not because one person had done everything.

Because too many capable people had worked together toward the same ridiculous goal.

Even Solar Concordium looked pleased.

His Grand Arena could not compare to an entire region.

He did not seem bothered by that.

If anything, he looked proud to have helped build something greater.

•••

They did not celebrate for long.

A finished training ground that had never been tested was still only a theory.

Lucien immediately requested volunteers.

Lootwell citizens answered first.

That was appropriate.

If something unexpected happened, Lucien would rather discover it using people who trusted him and understood the risks.

The first groups entered the Authority Resistance Fields.

Lucien sensed them the moment they crossed the boundary.

The network responded automatically.

Suppression increased.

Not enough to overwhelm them. Just enough to make their Laws feel heavier.

Movements slowed slightly. Domains became more difficult to maintain.

The volunteers adapted.

Lucien watched every change through the authority network.

When one participant pushed too aggressively and approached an unsafe threshold, the nearby formation reduced the pressure before Lucien even needed to intervene.

The safety layer worked.

Farther away, another group entered one of the battlefield sectors.

An old preserved impression stirred.

Before it could spread outside its assigned boundary, the authority network tightened around it.

Lucien nodded.

Then one volunteer wandered too close to an area that had not been included in the test.

A wind spirit appeared in front of him.

The volunteer moved left.

The spirit moved left.

He tried right.

The spirit followed.

Eventually, the man gave up and returned to the marked route.

Lucien almost laughed.

Even with authority covering the entire region, the spirits were still saving him work.

•••

Testing continued.

The Clear Mind Halls produced the intended pressure without leaving harmful residue.

The Loss Condition Zones successfully removed selected advantages while leaving participants enough options to continue.

The Extraction Trials reacted correctly when objectives changed.

The Interweaving Grounds recorded Law combinations without allowing unstable interactions to spread.

The Authority Resistance Fields were especially important.

Repeated exposure produced exactly the result Lucien wanted.

Participants began recognizing the sensation of suppression.

The first time, many stiffened.

The second time, they adjusted faster.

By the third, some were already changing how they circulated energy before the pressure fully settled.

That was the point.

The formations did not grant resistance directly.

They trained people to function while their Laws were being pressured.

Familiarity became its own advantage.

Lucien watched the reports accumulate.

•••

Several rounds of testing followed.

Small problems appeared.

A teleportation node needed adjustment.

One battlefield sector consumed more energy than projected.

A mental-pressure chamber recovered too slowly between participants.

Nothing fundamental was wrong.

Repairs were made.

Settings were changed.

The network adapted.

Eventually, even the most cautious people involved in the project ran out of serious complaints.

The training grounds were ready.

And they still had more than a month before the Grand Intercontinental Competition began.

Lucien looked around at everyone who had helped build it.

No one seemed eager to leave.

Solar Concordium was already discussing additional battlefield variations.

The Obsidian Collegium scholars wanted more data.

The Silent Monastery wanted to refine several recovery procedures.

Anvil-Horn had found three structures he believed could somehow be made stronger despite already being finished.

Lilith was reading another list.

Lucien knew that expression.

She had found more work.

He almost felt sorry for everyone.

Then he noticed that they were smiling.

They wanted to keep improving it.

After everything they had built together, no one wanted to spend the remaining month sitting around.

Lucien looked across the enormous preserved region.

The competition had not even begun.

Yet the place was already doing exactly what he had hoped.

It was bringing people together.

And now that the training grounds were finished, they finally had time to make them even better.