100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 788 - Omnigenesis

Lucien did not spend all of his time watching everyone else improve.

Once the researchers left with another mountain of sand, he withdrew deeper into his inner universe and resumed his own training.

That had become more complicated lately.

It was not because his strength had stopped growing.

The opposite was true.

The problem was that the changes occurring inside him no longer felt like ordinary increases in power.

His Omnigenesis Vessel had begun reacting more frequently.

Lucien had studied it before.

He had tested how it responded to different Laws, how easily it accommodated conflicting authorities, and how naturally it accepted things that should have required far more effort.

None of those observations had explained what the Vessel actually represented.

Recently, however, the feeling had changed.

The more time Lucien spent inside his inner universe, the easier it became to notice.

His Vessel responded whenever the universe itself changed.

When he altered temporal flow, it reacted.

When entire regions developed different physical conditions, it reacted.

When Laws adjusted around new worlds, new species, or new systems of life, it reacted.

The response was never violent.

It felt closer to recognition.

As though everything Lucien did inside this universe was teaching his body something it had somehow been prepared to understand.

That bothered him.

Naturally, he studied it harder.

•••

The realization came during meditation.

Lucien sat alone in the void between several inhabited regions, far enough away that no living world disturbed his concentration.

He let his perception spread.

The universe inside him answered.

Space stretched farther than it once had.

Time no longer depended on the rhythm outside.

Life and Death maintained their own cycle.

Souls could reincarnate without relying on the Reincarnation Disc.

Laws governed environments naturally.

Worlds developed without waiting for Lucien to consciously decide every change.

Even Eternal recognition had become possible here.

Lucien had already understood that his Divine Energy Core had become far more than an ordinary inner realm.

But that morning, he looked at it differently.

Outside, the universe had Primordials. They are the embodiments of Laws.

The Abyss existed as something different again, preserving a balance whose full structure Lucien still did not understand.

Those were pillars of the outside universe.

Inside him, there were no equivalents.

No Primordial embodiment maintained Time.

No ancient existence carried Space.

No Abyssal structure stood somewhere beyond his worlds, correcting whatever moved too far from balance.

There was only Lucien.

He frowned.

That sounded far more arrogant than he intended.

He did not personally move every cloud or decide when every creature breathed.

The universe had become too independent for that.

But if Lucien wished to change something fundamental, he could.

He could accelerate one region and leave another untouched.

He could isolate worlds.

He could reshape space.

He could alter how certain environmental Laws expressed themselves.

The universe possessed its own functioning structure, yet that structure ultimately existed within his authority.

Lucien opened his eyes.

For several seconds, he simply stared into the void.

"That’s..."

He stopped.

Calling himself a god felt ridiculous.

More importantly, it was not quite what he had realized.

The issue was not worship.

It was authority.

•••

Lucien extended one hand.

Space folded.

A distant star shifted closer without actually traveling the distance between them.

He released the effect.

Everything returned naturally.

Nothing resisted him.

That was when the thought finally became clear.

Primordials embodied Laws within a universe.

The Abyss stood at a deeper level of its balance.

But neither description matched what Lucien was doing here.

He was not embodying one Law.

He was not maintaining one side of a cosmic structure.

He possessed authority over the framework containing all of them.

Lucien’s heartbeat slowed.

The Omnigenesis Vessel reacted.

This time, he felt it clearly.

Something inside his body resonated with the entire inner universe.

Not one Law.

All of it.

Lucien remained motionless.

A strange idea surfaced.

There was something beyond Primordial.

He did not know where the certainty came from at first.

It was not a memory.

It was not information from the Grace System.

It felt more like reaching the edge of a concept his Vessel had been quietly guiding him toward for years.

It was then that the Tree of Creation stirred.

•••

Lucien’s perception snapped toward it.

The ancient Tree stood within the deeper region of his inner universe, its restored structure glowing faintly beneath the divine energy constantly nourishing it.

For a moment, nothing seemed unusual.

Then every branch lit at once.

Lucien stood.

The reaction was not an attack.

The Tree was resonating with him.

With the Omnigenesis Vessel.

With the realization he had just reached.

Divine Energy flowed through its trunk and branches, but what reached Lucien was not raw power.

It was an impression.

Something old.

Something buried so deeply within the Tree’s nature that Lucien had never been able to touch it before.

The information did not arrive as a neat explanation.

It unfolded through understanding.

Primordial was not the summit.

Neither was the Abyss.

Above both existed a state tied not merely to a Law, nor to balance, nor to one cosmic function.

It belonged to those capable of standing above the framework of a universe itself.

Lucien’s expression slowly changed.

A name surfaced with the understanding.

Omniarch.

The void around him seemed unnaturally quiet.

Lucien had known the word before as the name of a theoretical summit within the greater progression of existence.

But knowing a name and understanding what it meant were very different things.

An Omniarch did not simply possess more power than a Primordial.

That comparison was too crude.

A Primordial could embody a Law.

An Omniarch possessed the qualification to govern the structure in which Laws existed.

Lucien stared at the Tree.

The understanding continued unfolding.

The outside universe had never produced one.

Not since its creation.

There had been beings capable of tearing apart worlds and altering Laws on scales ordinary Eternals could barely comprehend.

But no existence had ever crossed that final boundary.

Lucien felt cold despite the absence of temperature around him.

Then several old conversations returned at once.

The Abyss.

Parallel Timelines.

The Prime Continuum.

Alanthuriel’s insistence that Lucien was paradoxical.

The obsession with finding, cultivating, or preserving a perfect timeline.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

What if the Abyss was not searching for the best timeline because it wanted one universe to outlast the others?

What if it was searching for the conditions capable of producing something the universe had never possessed?

An Omniarch.

Lucien did not immediately accept the conclusion.

He had learned too much about incomplete information to mistake possibility for certainty.

But the idea fit far too many pieces to ignore.

The Prime Continuum mattered because timelines provided different possibilities.

Different developments.

Different outcomes.

Somewhere among them might exist the conditions necessary for something impossible to finally appear.

Lucien’s thoughts slowed.

Then another realization struck him.

His Omnigenesis Vessel was still resonating.

He looked down at his hands.

The name suddenly felt much less arbitrary.

Omnigenesis.

A constitution that accepted Laws that should have conflicted.

A body that adapted to an expanding internal universe.

A Vessel that responded more strongly the closer Lucien came to controlling not one Law, but the framework around them.

Lucien had wondered for years what lay beyond Extinction Grade.

Now, for the first time, he saw a direction.

His qualification was not proof that he would become an Omniarch.

It did not mean he was destined to succeed.

It meant something far more dangerous.

He might actually be capable of trying.

•••

Lucien remained in the void for a long time.

The Tree of Creation gradually dimmed.

The resonance faded.

His inner universe continued functioning as though nothing monumental had happened.

Worlds turned.

Lives continued.

Temporal regions moved at their assigned rates.

Somewhere, researchers were probably arguing about sand.

The contrast almost made Lucien laugh.

Instead, he leaned back and looked into the distance.

If his guess about the Abyss was correct, then Alanthuriel knew far more than he had admitted.

That was hardly surprising.

Lucien had become accustomed to the Abyssal Entity giving him answers shaped like new questions.

What bothered him more was the possibility that Alanthuriel had been watching Lucien’s development with this exact outcome in mind.

The Omnigenesis Vessel.

The independent universe.

The strange compatibility with Laws.

Even the way Lucien’s existence had become increasingly difficult for the Abyss to erase without consequences.

Perhaps none of those things had been isolated.

Lucien closed his eyes.

He would ask Alanthuriel eventually.

Whether the man answered was another matter.

For now, Lucien had something more immediate to understand.

He extended his perception through the inner universe again.

This time, he did not look at it as a refuge.

He did not look at it as a source of temporal advantage.

He did not even look at it as the expanding Divine Energy Core he had carried for so long.

He looked at it as a universe.

His universe.

And for the first time, Lucien wondered whether everything growing inside him was not merely preparation for the coming calamity.

Perhaps it was preparation for something far beyond it.

The thought should have frightened him.

Instead, the Omnigenesis Vessel responded once more.

As though it had been waiting for Lucien to finally understand the question.