100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 734 - Revelation

Lucien returned his attention to the wider battlefield.

That was when he saw it.

At first, nothing about the sector seemed particularly unusual.

A mixed force had been holding one of the central evacuation routes for nearly an hour. Several factions were involved, along with two independent coalitions and a beast group that had been redirected there after losing its original sector.

Their nominal commander had been extracted twenty minutes earlier.

Someone else had taken over.

Lucien watched the new command pattern for several minutes.

The replacement was not the strongest person present.

But the moment information arrived, it moved through the force cleanly.

When one flank weakened, reserves shifted before panic spread.

When a Primordial Incarnation suppressed the Laws of several nearby fighters, the replacement commander reorganized the Interweaver groups without disturbing the evacuation route.

A stronger faction leader questioned one order.

The commander explained the reason once.

The faction leader obeyed.

No argument followed.

Then a Black Mass force appeared along a route that had not been visible on the earlier projections.

The commander changed the evacuation direction immediately rather than waiting for confirmation from Lootwell.

Minutes later, the central network verified that the decision had been correct.

Lucien’s smile returned.

There.

Another one.

He recorded the trace.

He did not explain why.

Not yet.

•••

The battle continued.

More names joined the list.

A healer who refused to abandon a medical route even after her own faction withdrew from the sector.

A beast commander who understood humanoid formations well enough to integrate his clan into one without forcing either side to change how they fought.

An independent practitioner who repeatedly volunteered for collapsing positions because his Law happened to be useful there, then withdrew before bravery became stupidity.

A young scout who had been ignored during the individual competition but was now feeding information to three separate regional commands.

Lucien’s interest grew with each one.

The Grace System had already been searching.

The competition had merely given it better circumstances to observe.

People behaved differently when they believed the stakes were real.

So did their choices.

So did their willingness.

So did the weight behind those choices.

Lucien had wanted candidates.

Now he was beginning to find them.

•••

By the time the battle entered its final hours, Lucien had seen enough.

The Thousand Races had not performed perfectly.

Several sectors had nearly collapsed.

Some commanders had failed badly enough to be replaced.

Factions had argued.

Individuals had panicked.

People had ignored orders and learned why that was a mistake.

None of that disappointed him.

A perfect response would have taught him nothing.

What mattered was what happened after the mistakes.

Others stepped in.

Lines reformed.

Evacuations continued.

Supplies moved.

The injured disappeared into the safety network.

People whose Laws were suppressed reached for reservoirs instead of becoming helpless.

Independent groups accepted commands from people they had barely known weeks earlier.

Ancient beings fought beside races they had ignored for centuries.

Lootwell’s citizens continued running the infrastructure beneath all of it.

The world had bent.

It had not broken.

Lucien looked over the preserved region one final time.

He was satisfied.

The farce had gone on long enough.

•••

He reached for the Covenant Disc again.

Vivian noticed the movement from beside him.

This time, Lucien did not open only one front.

He looked at the entire battlefield.

The northern breach.

The eastern ruins.

The western valleys.

The southern sectors.

The monsters still pressing against defensive lines.

The Primordial Incarnations occupying the ancient beasts above them.

Everything remained connected through the authority network spread across the preserved region.

Lucien raised one hand.

Living Creation answered.

The first spear appeared above the central plateau.

Sharp.

The same Creation clause formed its foundation.

Then a second spear formed beside it.

Not an echo, but another original construct.

Then another.

Lucien continued creating them.

Each one consumed power.

He had plenty.

When the first formation of spears was ready, he activated the Covenant of the Thousandfold Echo.

The sky changed.

Hundreds became thousands.

The Covenant continued reproducing the constructs as Lucien poured more energy into it, until formations of brilliant spears stretched above the preserved region like an artificial constellation.

The fighting below faltered.

Even the ancient beings glanced toward the central plateau.

Lucien could feel the Covenant drinking energy at a ridiculous rate.

He continued feeding it.

More spears appeared.

Enough to cover every major battlefield.

Enough that nobody could mistake what he intended.

Then Perfect Calculation began assigning targets.

•••

The first barrage descended on the eastern front.

Black Mass formations disappeared beneath white light before they could scatter.

A second wave struck the western valleys, cutting through gargoyles in the air and driving larger monsters into the ground.

Across the south, spears fell between allied positions with impossible precision, erasing hostile forces while leaving the defensive line standing untouched.

Then the northern sky filled again.

The remaining Black Mass army vanished beneath the bombardment.

This time, Lucien did not stop.

The spears turned upward.

The ancient beasts recognized what was happening first and withdrew from the Primordial Incarnations.

The echoes followed.

They never reached them.

Creation spears converged from every direction.

One Primordial Incarnation raised its authority and shattered dozens.

Hundreds more replaced them.

Another suppressed the Law woven through several incoming attacks, only for different spears to arrive from outside its control.

The Red Dragon retreated from his opponent just before the entire region around it disappeared beneath overlapping strikes.

For several seconds, the sky became brighter than day.

The preserved region shook beneath the continuous impacts.

Black Mass monsters vanished.

Gargoyles disappeared from the air.

Goblin formations were erased.

Miasma storms broke apart beneath successive explosions.

One by one, the Primordial Incarnations disappeared within the light.

The last remained above the northern sector.

It survived longer than the others.

Lucien directed another formation toward it.

The spears converged.

Then the final silhouette vanished.

•••

Silence spread outward.

The echoes of the bombardment rolled across the region for several seconds after the last enemy disappeared.

Then even those faded.

The darkness above the preserved region began thinning.

Miasma dissolved from the valleys.

The Black Mass corpses disappeared.

Ruined terrain remained where the battle had damaged it, but no hostile signature remained anywhere on the central map.

People stood where they were.

Some still held weapons.

Others continued maintaining formations because nobody had told them they could stop.

The ancient beasts descended slowly.

The Red Dragon remained in the air longer than everyone else, staring at the place where his opponent had vanished as though hoping another Black Mass army might appear.

Lucien lowered the Covenant Disc.

The entire preserved region had gone strangely quiet.

Millions upon millions of people were trying to understand what had just happened.

Most of them reached the same conclusion.

They had survived.

Relief spread first.

Then cheers began somewhere in the western districts.

They spread quickly.

Beast roars answered from farther north.

Weapons rose.

People embraced strangers they had been fighting beside only minutes earlier.

Several commanders sat down where they stood.

Lucien watched all of it.

Then he looked toward Vivian.

She was already staring at him.

Lucien nodded.

Vivian’s expression changed.

For a brief moment, she looked almost sympathetic toward everyone below.

Then she lifted the megaphone.

The celebration slowly quieted as her voice spread across the preserved region.

"Attention, everyone."

People turned toward the projections.

Vivian waited until enough of them were listening.

Then she smiled.

"The fourth and final stage of the Grand Intercontinental Competition, the Battlefield Simulation, has now concluded."

Nothing happened.

Nobody cheered.

Nobody moved.

Across the preserved region, millions of people simply stared at her.

Vivian continued with remarkable courage.

"Thank you, everyone, for your participation."

The silence somehow became worse.