100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 792 - Unlocked

Lucien eventually returned to the Big World.

The moment Lucien emerged, he sensed a familiar presence.

Alanthuriel.

The Abyssal Entity stood quietly beneath the open sky, and Lucien’s expression changed the moment he saw him.

Alanthuriel was rarely easy to read, but today there was a gravity around him that Lucien had only seen a few times before.

Lucien approached immediately.

"Senior Alan, what happened?"

Alanthuriel looked at him.

"It has begun."

Lucien’s chest tightened.

He did not need to ask what he meant.

The Prime Continuum.

Alanthuriel had warned him long ago that the seal would not hold forever. He had been one of the reasons the Parallel Timelines had remained locked away for so long, but the forces working against that seal had never stopped.

"The lock is failing," Alanthuriel continued. "The Prime Continuum will open soon. When it does, the Parallel Timelines will begin returning."

Lucien had prepared himself for those words.

Apparently, preparation did very little once he actually heard them.

"How much time do we have?"

Alanthuriel’s gaze shifted toward the distance.

"Very little."

Before Lucien could ask anything more, the world around him disappeared.

He felt no spatial passage and no familiar pull of teleportation. Lootwell simply ceased to surround him, replaced by an expanse of void so vast that even Lucien’s senses needed a moment to adjust.

Alanthuriel stood beside him.

Lucien looked around carefully.

"Senior, why did you bring me here?"

"So you can recognize what is about to happen."

Alanthuriel faced the darkness ahead.

"When you feel it, do not resist immediately. Let your senses understand it first."

Lucien nodded.

That’s when the universe shifted.

•••

The sensation reached him before he could identify its source.

Something deep within reality moved.

Lucien knew the touch of Space too well to mistake it for that. He also understood Time far better than he once had.

This belonged to neither.

His Omnigenesis Vessel reacted almost immediately.

Lucien’s heartbeat quickened as a strange pressure passed through him.

The void still looked empty, but his perception began catching things that were not supposed to exist there.

A voice reached him first.

His own.

Lucien turned instinctively.

There was nobody behind him.

Another voice followed, faint enough that he could not understand the words. Several more surfaced around it until the silence of the void seemed crowded with distant conversations.

Then images began slipping across his awareness.

He saw Lootwell.

The image disappeared almost immediately, only for another Lootwell to replace it.

The streets were familiar, though several structures stood in places where nothing had ever been built. Another glimpse showed a district he recognized beneath a skyline that did not belong to his city.

Lucien’s expression tightened.

"What am I sensing?"

Alanthuriel remained silent.

Lucien understood why after the next change struck him.

Knowing the answer beforehand would not help him recognize the sensation for himself.

The pressure deepened.

For a brief instant, the void disappeared from Lucien’s awareness.

Rain touched his skin.

Someone nearby was speaking.

Lucien almost turned toward the voice before the sensation vanished and the void returned.

His Omnigenesis Vessel responded again, tightening around his existence as another impossible familiarity surfaced.

Lucien remembered a road he had never walked.

He recognized a place he had never visited.

An emotion belonging to a decision he had never made passed through him strongly enough to resemble memory.

Then he felt someone looking at him.

Lucien froze.

The sensation lasted only an instant, yet he knew with disturbing certainty that whoever had looked back possessed the same eyes he did.

The connection vanished.

Lucien slowly exhaled.

Sweat had already formed along his forehead.

"Are those the Parallel Timelines?"

Alanthuriel finally answered.

"The first contact with them."

Lucien looked into the void again.

"The seal is already that weak?"

"It has been weakening for some time. What you are sensing now means the separation is beginning to fail."

Just then, a low groan suddenly traveled through the void.

Lucien’s attention snapped outward.

Sound should not have carried here.

Yet the noise returned, deeper this time, as though some enormous structure beyond ordinary reality were being forced apart.

Lucien felt the disturbance through his entire body.

His inner universe reacted as well.

Nothing inside destabilized, but the Omnigenesis Vessel resonated so intensely that every distant world within him seemed momentarily closer.

The voices returned with greater force.

There were too many to separate now.

Lucien caught anger in some, fear in others, and laughter somewhere farther away. Several voices sounded unmistakably like his own.

Images came with them.

Faces he recognized flickered beside strangers.

The Big World appeared beneath skies that carried unfamiliar scars.

Lootwell existed in forms Lucien had never built.

One glimpse vanished before he understood it and another immediately replaced it.

Lucien closed his eyes, but the impressions remained.

They had never depended on sight.

Remembering Alanthuriel’s warning, he stopped resisting.

His Omnigenesis Vessel gradually adjusted to the pressure.

The overlapping impressions did not disappear, though they became easier to endure.

Lucien finally understood why the sensation felt so overwhelming.

For his entire life, reality had possessed one dominant direction.

Other possibilities might have existed somewhere beyond perception, but they had remained sealed away from the world he knew.

Now those possibilities were beginning to touch it again.

The universe suddenly felt crowded.

A final tremor passed through the void.

Then the pressure released.

•••

Lucien remained still for several breaths.

Alanthuriel continued watching the distance.

After a long silence, he spoke.

"The Prime Continuum is open."

Lucien looked toward him.

Alanthuriel’s expression confirmed that there was no uncertainty left.

"The Parallel Timelines have returned."

Lucien turned his attention back toward the void.

Everything looked exactly as it had before.

His senses knew better.

The faint presence of countless possibilities lingered beyond the reality he understood.

Alanthuriel allowed him a moment before continuing.

"The dominant causality you have always known will weaken from this point onward. The future will become harder to narrow into a single continuation."

Lucien listened carefully.

Alanthuriel’s explanation remained measured.

"Your choices still have consequences. Cause and effect have not disappeared. What has changed is how many possibilities can continue existing after those choices are made."

Lucien frowned slightly.

Alanthuriel continued.

"Before this, most unrealized possibilities eventually collapsed beneath the weight of the dominant timeline. With the Parallel Timelines returning, some branches can persist much longer. A sufficiently stable branch may eventually become a complete timeline of its own."

Lucien finally understood why Alanthuriel had wanted him to experience the sensation directly.

The future had not become meaningless.

It had become wider.

"Does every decision create one?"

"No."

Alanthuriel shook his head.

"Most possibilities will still fail to sustain themselves. The difference is that far more of them now have the opportunity to survive."

Lucien looked back into the void.

A faint echo of that other presence still lingered somewhere beyond his senses.

Another Lucien.

Perhaps many of them.

The thought was deeply uncomfortable.

"Then divination will become less reliable too."

"It will become more complicated," Alanthuriel said. "Diviners may see futures that remain valid longer than before, while other possibilities can diverge around them. The problem will no longer be finding a possible future. It will be knowing which future still belongs to the path you are standing on."

Lucien’s expression grew serious.

That would change far more than divination.

Planning itself would become more difficult once multiple viable continuations could survive at the same time.

He remained silent for a while.

Alanthuriel did not interrupt him.

Eventually, Lucien asked the question that mattered most.

"What should I prepare for?"

Alanthuriel looked at him.

"For uncertainty."

Lucien almost smiled at the answer, though the feeling never reached his face.

Alanthuriel continued before he could respond.

"The return will not overturn the universe in a single day. Most people may not notice anything immediately. Those sensitive to causality, Time, fate, or higher structures will feel the change first."

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"You will feel more than most."

Lucien understood why.

The Omnigenesis Vessel had already reacted to the first contact far more strongly than he expected.

Alanthuriel looked toward him for another moment.

"Become accustomed to it. If another possibility touches you, do not assume it is memory. Do not assume it is prophecy either. Learn to distinguish what belongs to you from what merely could have belonged to you."

Lucien nodded slowly.

That warning he would remember.

For some time, neither of them spoke.

Lucien stared into the void while the scale of the situation gradually settled over him.

The Black Mass was still transforming, and the forces beneath it continued reorganizing while its corrupted monsters tested the five continents.

Now the lock on the Prime Continuum had finally failed.

The timing was almost impressive.

Lucien released a long breath and rubbed his forehead.

Alanthuriel glanced at him.

Lucien gave him a tired smile.

"Senior Alan, is the universe deliberately choosing the worst possible time for everything?"

For the first time since appearing, a trace of Alanthuriel’s usual expression returned.

"If it were deliberate, your situation would actually be simpler."

Lucien considered that.

Then he laughed softly.

Unfortunately, Alanthuriel had a point.

One enemy could be understood.

One plan could be countered.

What Lucien faced now was not one coordinated calamity deliberately arranged to torment him. Several enormous changes had simply reached their critical points close enough together that he would have to deal with all of them.

That realization did not make the situation easier.

It did make it clearer.

Lucien looked once more into the void.

He had spent years preparing for the transformation of the Black Mass. He had strengthened Lootwell, trained the Thousand Races, expanded the inner universe, and pushed every advantage he possessed as far as he could.

None of that had become useless.

It simply had to function in a universe whose future could now branch farther than before.

Lucien’s thoughts returned briefly to the Omnigenesis Vessel and the universe inside him.

Perhaps that was why Alanthuriel had brought him here personally.

Lucien had spent years learning how to adapt when circumstances refused to follow expectation.

Now causality itself had become less obedient.

He turned toward Alanthuriel.

"What happens to the Prime Continuum now?"

Alanthuriel’s gaze remained on the distance.

"I’ll watch what returns."

There was enough weight in those words to erase the last trace of humor from Lucien’s expression.

The Parallel Timelines had been locked for a very long time.

Lucien had no idea what had developed within them, what had survived there, or what might begin reaching across the restored connections.

For the first time, he understood that the danger was not simply the existence of alternate versions of familiar people and places.

Entire histories had been separated from the dominant universe.

Now the doors between them were opening again.

Lucien stared into the void as the faintest echoes of impossible voices brushed against his senses.

The Black Mass was still preparing.

The Thousand Races were still preparing.

And beyond the reality they had always known, countless other histories had just regained the possibility of touching theirs.

Lucien had no idea which one would reach them first.