100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 744 - Small Worlds

There had also been progress with the small worlds.

For the past months, Lucien had been waiting for the first proper alerts.

Eventually, they came.

One after another, the system began notifying him that the individuals sent through incarnation had finally been born into worlds compatible with them.

The moment an alert appeared, Lucien moved.

He boarded the Obsidian Tower and forced his way through the appropriate layer of the planes, where the small worlds existed beyond the normal reach of the Big World.

The system could not simply hand him an exact destination.

It could, however, give him an approximate location based on the connection formed through the incarnation.

That was enough.

The Obsidian Tower crossed the strange distance between planes while Lucien narrowed the search little by little until an entire small world finally appeared before him.

The first success made the months of waiting worthwhile.

Then another alert arrived.

And another.

Before long, the process had become familiar.

Each successful incarnation gave Lucien another thread to follow.

Each thread could lead him to another world.

•••

Lucien did not immediately integrate the recovered small worlds into Lootwell.

The incarnated individuals had been sent there to live.

He wanted to give them time to grow within those worlds, form relationships, understand the people around them, and become part of the lives they had entered.

Pulling everything apart the moment Lucien located them would defeat half the purpose of incarnation.

So after securing a small world, Lucien usually transferred it into his Divine Energy Core and left its internal development alone.

The world remained itself.

Its people continued living.

The incarnation continued growing within the identity and circumstances that had accepted them.

Lucien simply made sure the entire world was somewhere safer.

He could wait.

•••

The Liberators were a different matter.

Once a world had been secured, Seran usually took over that part.

Lucien was quite happy to let him.

Seran had always been better at approaching people without making everything sound like the beginning of an apocalypse.

The Liberators living within those small worlds had inherited responsibilities and fragments of knowledge left behind by the Primordial Slime.

For many of them, that inheritance had been incomplete.

They knew they were waiting for something.

They simply did not always know what.

Seran helped fill those gaps.

He explained the larger situation carefully, introduced Lootwell without overwhelming them, and guided them through whatever part of the Primordial Slime’s inheritance remained within their world.

The process also brought another benefit.

Origin Core fragments.

The recovered worlds possessed them.

Once the Liberators understood what Lucien carried and what the fragments were meant for, negotiations became considerably easier.

The fragments were surrendered to Lootwell and merged into Lucien’s existing Origin Core.

Each addition strengthened the whole.

Seran handled most of those exchanges without trouble.

Lucien suspected the man could probably negotiate with a collapsing world if given enough time.

•••

Unfortunately, not every alert brought good news.

Some incarnations ended far sooner than Lucien expected.

The individuals woke again.

Their incarnation had died.

The first case immediately changed Lucien’s mood.

The second confirmed that it was not an isolated accident.

Several small worlds had already encountered the Black Mass.

In some, the invasion had only begun.

In others, entire regions had already been corrupted before the incarnated individual died.

The Black Mass had been searching too.

That realization was far worse than simply losing an incarnation.

The small worlds were scattered throughout layers of existence that even powerful beings could struggle to reach.

Yet the enemy was finding more of them.

Lucien did not like what that implied.

Thankfully, the incarnation connection had already done its job before death severed it completely.

Lucien still possessed the approximate location.

That meant the world itself could still be reached.

He went after them immediately.

•••

The first invaded world he recovered looked nothing like the peaceful worlds he had found earlier.

Black miasma had spread across one continent.

Creatures moved through ruined settlements.

Several areas had already been transformed enough that the local inhabitants no longer understood what had happened to their own land.

Lucien did not negotiate with anything there.

He pulled the entire small world into his Divine Energy Core.

Then he cleaned it.

Black Mass creatures disappeared one region at a time.

Miasma was stripped away.

Corrupted areas were isolated until they could be repaired safely.

Only after the immediate threat was gone did Lucien begin worrying about everything else.

The incarnation had died.

But the world had survived.

For now, that was enough.

The same process repeated whenever another failed incarnation revealed an invaded world.

Lucien began reacting faster with every case.

He needed to.

•••

There was another complication he had not initially expected.

The incarnations were not distributed neatly.

Several people ended up in the same small world.

One world held two.

Another held even more.

At first, Lucien thought the overlap was wasteful.

Then he stopped caring.

Compatibility had never promised efficiency.

If multiple people were suited to the same world, then that was where they went.

It also meant those worlds gained more than one connection to Lucien, which could become useful if something happened to one incarnation.

The real problem was everything they had not found.

There were still too many worlds without any confirmed connection.

And the Black Mass was not waiting politely for Lucien to locate them first.

•••

Aurelia made that much clearer.

Her divination had been difficult enough that Lucien already disliked the result before she finished explaining it.

Three small worlds had fallen.

The Black Mass had taken over them completely.

Lucien’s expression hardened.

He did not need Aurelia to explain what could happen next.

A conquered small world was not only territory.

It was a vessel.

A place separated from the Big World, difficult to observe from outside, and large enough to nurture something dangerous without attracting immediate attention.

Exactly the kind of place a Primordial Incarnation could use.

The thought was enough to erase whatever satisfaction Lucien had felt from the worlds already recovered.

Three were gone.

He did not know how many others were being attacked at that very moment.

That changed the search again.

It was no longer simply about finding compatible worlds as incarnations were born.

Lucien began actively pushing deeper through the planes.

The Obsidian Tower traveled more frequently.

The system’s incarnation traces became reference points.

Recovered Origin Core fragments helped narrow possibilities whenever their natural resonance reacted to others.

Every clue mattered.

Lucien wanted to find the remaining worlds before the Black Mass did.

•••

By the end of the following stretch of months, dozens of small worlds had already been secured inside his Divine Energy Core.

Some contained incarnations still living ordinary childhoods.

Others had Liberators already working with Seran.

Several were recovering from Black Mass incursions.

A few contained multiple incarnated individuals who had no idea how unusual that coincidence actually was.

Lucien looked over the growing collection with mixed satisfaction.

Dozens sounded impressive.

Seran ruined that feeling quickly.

"There are more than one hundred."

Lucien looked at him.

Seran did not smile.

More than a hundred small worlds remained connected to the larger plan.

Lucien had recovered only a fraction.

And somewhere beyond the worlds he could already reach, the Black Mass was searching through the same darkness.

Lucien’s gaze shifted toward the Obsidian Tower.

They were not late yet.

But they had only just started.

•••

Of course, Lucien did not forget the incarnated individuals who had awakened after dying in those invaded worlds.

They remembered everything.

That made the loss difficult to accept.

Most of them had not even reached the point where they could properly fight the monsters of their new worlds before the Black Mass arrived and destroyed everything around them.

There was frustration.

There was bitterness.

In the end, most could only sigh.

They had been unlucky.

Lucien understood that.

More importantly, their incarnations had not been meaningless.

Because of them, he had located small worlds that might otherwise have remained hidden until the Black Mass claimed them completely.

So Lucien kept the promise he had made before sending them away.

He would compensate them.

Not only for the time they had lost, but for the opportunities they had missed.

He would personally make sure they received enough resources, training, and guidance to grow properly in the Big World.

The bitterness disappeared surprisingly quickly after that.

Being personally cultivated by Lucien was already an opportunity most people could only dream about.

Whatever they had lost in the small worlds, Lucien intended to make sure they gained far more in return.

•••

Meanwhile, the recovered small worlds remained safely inside Lucien’s Divine Energy Core.

They were doing better than expected.

Aside from the Liberators, almost nobody realized that their entire world had been moved.

Life continued normally.

The only difference ordinary people noticed was that training had suddenly become easier.

The ambient energy had grown denser.

Much denser.

Practitioners who had struggled for years began progressing again. Old bottlenecks loosened. Techniques became easier to sustain, and even people who had long accepted the limits of their world started reaching heights they had once thought impossible.

Before long, that change became impossible to ignore.

The ceiling that had restricted them for generations was gone.

For the first time, the people of those small worlds began to realize that their mortal limits were no longer absolute.

They could go further.