100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 790 - Person

Lucien created a world far from the inhabited regions of his inner universe.

It began as a barren sphere suspended beneath a young star, and for several hours he remained above it, shaping only what he considered necessary.

This time, he was unusually careful.

Creating mountains or filling oceans required almost no effort anymore. What took time was making sure the world would continue functioning after he stopped touching it.

Lucien adjusted its distance from the star until the temperature stabilized. He gave it an atmosphere, raised continents from the oceans, and allowed rivers to find their own paths through the terrain. Weather gradually formed from the conditions he established, and before long clouds were moving without his direction.

He continued until the world could sustain itself.

Then he populated it with life.

Forests spread across suitable regions, grasslands filled the spaces between them, and simple animals entered the oceans and continents.

None of those creatures were meant to become the intelligent race he wanted to create. They existed because whatever eventually lived here would need an actual world around it rather than an empty stage prepared only for its arrival.

Once Lucien was satisfied, he withdrew his direct control.

The planet continued turning beneath him.

Rain crossed a forest he had not ordered it to visit, and somewhere along one of the distant coasts, animals moved in response to weather rather than his intent.

Lucien watched for a while before turning his attention to the real reason he had created this place.

He wanted to see whether his universe could give birth to a person.

Not a body that merely looked alive.

Not something whose memories and personality had been written by him beforehand.

A genuine new existence.

That was where Lucien became cautious.

Creating flesh was easy for Living Creation. He could reproduce the structure of a human body if he wanted, and with enough effort he could probably design something entirely different.

The spirit was another matter. A genuine spirit belonged to something deeper than anatomy.

Lucien had no intention of assembling one piece by piece.

If he did that, he would never know whether his universe had truly created anything.

He would only have created a complicated imitation himself.

So Lucien chose another approach.

He gave the universe somewhere to begin.

•••

The seed he formed was tiny compared with everything around it.

Lucien left it without a face, a race, memories, or a predetermined personality. He gave it enough structure to receive Life and enough stability to survive whatever followed, but he deliberately left the result undefined.

Then he placed it within a secluded valley where the surrounding environment could support whatever form eventually emerged.

His authority spread through the world.

Living Creation settled around the seed first, followed naturally by the Laws that governed living existence within his universe. The Cycle Merit Web reached the world soon afterward, and Lucien felt the reincarnation cycle recognize the possibility forming there.

That alone made him pause.

The seed had not even become alive yet, but the universe was already making room for it.

Lucien withdrew farther.

For several moments, nothing changed.

His first instinct was to adjust something.

He resisted it.

If he corrected every delay according to his own expectations, then the final result would inevitably become whatever Lucien thought it should be.

That was precisely what he was trying to avoid.

He waited.

Eventually, the seed responded.

Lucien felt it before he saw anything happen.

Life entered it.

Not because he forced Life into it, but because the conditions around it had finally reached the point where the Law answered on its own.

Living Creation followed that response and began changing the seed.

Lucien’s Omnigenesis Vessel pulsed immediately.

He remained completely still.

The change continued.

There was no blueprint.

The developing existence borrowed from the world surrounding it, adapting to the atmosphere, the energy within the land, the Laws governing the region, and countless smaller conditions Lucien had not consciously considered.

That was exactly what he wanted.

Lucien changed only one thing afterward.

He increased the world’s temporal flow to five times that of the outside.

There was no reason to force it any higher.

He was not trying to skip the process.

He wanted to understand it.

•••

Several internal months passed while only a fraction of that time moved beyond the temporal zone.

Lucien remained nearby for most of it.

At first, the seed resembled little more than a condensed mass of living energy hidden beneath the earth.

Then structure appeared.

Lucien watched tissues form according to patterns he had never designed. A circulatory system developed, although what moved through it was not quite blood as he understood it. A nervous system followed, gradually linking senses to a mind that had not yet awakened.

The body continued adapting as it formed.

Every time Lucien believed he understood where the process was going, some small feature changed the conclusion.

The organism drew minerals from the surrounding earth and incorporated minute traces into its developing body. Its skin became capable of holding faint amounts of ambient energy without actively absorbing it. Its eyes formed differently from human eyes because the world around it possessed a wider range of natural light than the Big World.

None of those things had been chosen by Lucien.

They were answers.

The developing life was answering the world it had been placed in.

Lucien gradually stopped examining individual organs and began watching the process as a whole.

That was when his understanding changed.

Living Creation had always allowed his creations to adapt, but Lucien had unconsciously treated adaptation as something that happened after creation.

He would make something first.

Then it would encounter a problem.

Then Living Creation would help it change.

What he was seeing now went deeper.

Adaptation was already part of creation itself.

The world was shaping the life before that life had even taken its first breath.

The atmosphere influenced its lungs. The surrounding energy affected its internal pathways. The gravity of the planet shaped its developing body. Even the creatures and plants nearby mattered because their existence formed part of the environment this new being would eventually enter.

Lucien’s perception widened.

For a moment, he stopped seeing the seed as something separate from the world.

It was connected to everything around it.

That realization pulled him deeper.

•••

Lucien entered meditation without intending to.

His consciousness spread through the valley and then farther across the world.

He could feel Life moving through forests, Death returning old matter to the land, and new growth drawing from what had come before. He felt rivers cutting slowly through stone while weather carried moisture from one region into another.

Everything affected everything else.

The new life forming beneath him was only one more part of that web.

Lucien had always understood Laws individually because that was how people learned them.

Creation.

Life.

Death.

Space.

Time.

They were given names because names made them easier to comprehend.

But a living universe did not experience them separately.

A creature occupied Space while Time changed it. Life sustained it until Death ended one stage of existence, after which Continuance and the cycle carried something forward. The environment shaped what its body became, while the choices it would eventually make would change that environment in return.

The boundaries between Laws remained real.

The effects did not remain isolated.

Lucien’s comprehension of Living Creation shifted again.

Creating life was not simply giving something a body capable of adapting.

It was allowing that existence to become part of a world that would continue changing it long after the moment of creation ended.

The deeper Lucien followed that understanding, the stronger the Omnigenesis Vessel responded.

For the first time, he sensed why his constitution reacted so intensely whenever he changed the framework of his universe.

It was not interested in isolated Laws.

It responded to relationships between them.

Lucien remained in meditation.

He did not know exactly how much time passed.

He only knew that it was not long enough for the outside world to change significantly.

•••

Something finally pulled his consciousness back.

A heartbeat.

Lucien opened his eyes.

The valley was quiet.

The living seed had risen from beneath the earth while he meditated, enclosed within a translucent shell that looked almost grown rather than constructed.

A crack appeared across its surface.

Lucien did not move.

Another followed.

The shell opened slowly.

A hand emerged.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed with fascination.

The being that eventually stepped free was unlike anything he had deliberately imagined.

Its general shape was humanoid, but that was where the familiarity ended.

It stood slightly taller than an ordinary human, its body lean and balanced beneath smooth skin carrying faint lines of light beneath the surface. Those lines moved slowly with the circulation of energy inside it, brightening for several seconds as the creature took its first breath.

Its eyes opened.

Lucien saw intelligence there immediately.

Awareness.

The newborn being looked at the surrounding valley.

Wind moved through the grass.

Its head turned toward the sound.

A small creature fled through the nearby vegetation, and its gaze followed the movement with obvious curiosity.

Then it looked at its own hands.

Lucien remained hidden.

He felt the Cycle Merit Web settle around the new existence.

The reincarnation cycle accepted it.

There was no command from Lucien requiring either system to do so.

They simply recognized that a new life now existed within the universe.

Lucien’s heartbeat quickened.

That mattered more than its appearance.

The universe had accepted it without asking him whether it qualified as a person.

The being took an uncertain step.

Then another.

It stumbled on the third.

Lucien nearly moved instinctively before stopping himself.

The creature caught itself against a tree.

For several seconds, it stared at the bark beneath its hand.

Then it touched the surface again deliberately.

Curiosity.

Lucien smiled.

He had not placed that there.

•••

The Tree of Creation stirred in the distance.

At the same moment, the Omnigenesis Vessel warmed.

Lucien finally understood what had been bothering him throughout the experiment.

He had started by wondering whether he possessed enough authority to create intelligent life.

That was the wrong question.

Authority was the easiest part.

He could control almost everything in this universe if he truly wanted to.

The more meaningful test was whether he could create the conditions for something to exist without making every decision for it afterward.

Lucien looked at the newborn being again.

He did not know what it would call itself.

He did not know what language it might eventually speak, what it would believe, or what kind of descendants might follow it if the universe continued producing more of its kind.

Those answers did not belong to him yet.

Perhaps they never would.

Oddly, Lucien liked that.

His inner universe had taken the possibility he provided and produced something he had never designed.

That was a greater proof of its independence than another perfectly controlled world could ever have given him.

The being wandered toward a nearby stream and crouched beside the water.

It saw its reflection for the first time.

Lucien watched its expression change.

Confusion appeared first.

Then fascination.

It touched the water.

The reflection broke apart.

The creature pulled its hand back, waited for the surface to settle, and tried again.

Lucien laughed quietly.

The sound never reached the valley.

He withdrew his perception before his presence could influence anything unnecessarily.

There would be time to observe later.

For now, the first intelligent life born entirely through the Laws of his inner universe had opened its eyes.

Only several internal months had passed since Lucien planted the seed.

Outside the temporal region, far less time had gone by.

Lucien had wanted proof that his universe could create something beyond his direct design.

Now that proof was looking at its own reflection and trying to understand why the person in the water kept copying it.