100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 822 - Oppose

Lucien looked upward.

Hunger hovered far above the settlement.

The Incarnation had not shown himself to the mortals.

He had not struck them directly.

To anyone without the ability to sense his authority, the disaster would resemble a sudden and inexplicable famine.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed.

So that was how they intended to interfere with history.

Carefully.

If these people simply died from hunger and drought, perhaps the damage to causality would be far smaller than if a Primordial Incarnation descended into the village and slaughtered everyone personally.

Lucien did not know the exact rules yet.

He did not need to.

The Incarnation’s caution already told him that direct interference carried consequences.

Hunger sensed Lucien.

The Vulturekin turned his head.

He made no attempt to withdraw his Law.

Lucien raised one hand.

Space cut across the village.

There was no visible blade.

Hunger’s influence simply broke along a boundary Lucien placed between the Incarnation and the mortals below.

The effect weakened.

Lucien followed immediately.

"Nourish."

Living Creation spread through the settlement.

He did not create life from nothing.

He restored what Hunger had been stripping away.

Moisture returned to drying soil.

The exhausted plants steadied.

Lucien used Water Magic next, pulling clean water from his own reserves and sending it into the emptying wells.

Plant attribute Magic swept through the fields afterward, reinforcing roots and helping damaged crops recover without forcing them into unnatural growth.

Then Lucien opened his Inventory.

Food began falling from the sky.

Not violently.

Sacks of grain, preserved meat, fruit, dried vegetables, and containers of clean water descended under controlled force into open spaces throughout the village.

The villagers stared.

One old man who had been leaning against a well slowly looked upward as a sack of rice settled gently beside him.

Nobody spoke for several seconds.

Then someone shouted.

People began moving.

Those still strong enough helped those who had collapsed. Parents gathered food for their children. Several farmers ran toward the wells and stopped when they realized the water level was rising again.

Confusion quickly mixed with relief.

Some looked toward the sky.

Others knelt.

Lucien immediately regretted that part.

He had no intention of accidentally becoming a god in a village thousands of years before his own birth.

There was no time to worry about it.

Hunger finally moved.

"Troublesome."

Lucien looked up.

The Incarnation’s tone carried more annoyance than concern.

"So Rust failed to stop you."

Lucien did not answer.

Hunger spread again.

This time, the Law did not creep gradually into the village.

It descended.

The air itself seemed to become empty.

Children who had just eaten felt their stomachs twist again.

Water disappeared from the surface of the soil faster than Lucien could see it evaporate.

Plants sagged.

Animals screamed from their pens.

Even the food Lucien had dropped began losing moisture and nourishment as Hunger tried to turn abundance into insufficiency.

Lucien’s expression hardened.

Living Creation answered.

Hunger emptied.

Lucien replenished.

Hunger forced bodies to demand more.

Lucien restored balance to the processes being distorted.

Water Magic continued feeding the wells.

Plant Magic reinforced the crops.

Divine Energy spread through the village in a thin protective layer that the mortals could not consciously perceive.

The clash did not create an explosion.

It happened through life itself.

A stalk of grain bent beneath Hunger and straightened beneath Lucien.

A weakened animal collapsed, only for its breathing to steady as Living Creation restored what had been stripped away.

A child clutched his stomach while his mother held him, then gradually stopped shaking when Lucien forced the unnatural deficit out of his body.

Above them, Hunger’s authority intensified.

Lucien felt the pressure immediately.

The Incarnation was trying to overwhelm every correction by creating greater need.

Lucien smiled faintly.

That was a terrible contest to challenge him to.

Hunger was operating with limited reserves.

Lucien had an entire inner universe.

That’s when the Incarnation finally descended.

His folded wings opened.

He crossed the distance without warning and struck Lucien with one clawed hand.

Lucien met him directly.

Their collision pushed the clouds apart.

Hunger’s Law surged through the contact.

Lucien felt his body suddenly demand energy.

Muscles burned through reserves.

His transformed cells attempted to consume Divine Energy faster.

Even the Omnigenesis Vessel reacted as though it had been deprived for days.

Lucien understood immediately.

Hunger could attack the need itself.

He did not allow it to deepen.

Living Creation corrected the imbalance while Divine Energy flooded through his body in quantities the Incarnation clearly had not expected.

Lucien caught Hunger’s wrist.

The Vulturekin’s eyes narrowed.

Lucien punched him.

Hunger crashed through the air and struck the distant hillside hard enough to bury himself in stone.

Lucien followed.

He did not want this battle anywhere near the village.

Hunger emerged before he arrived.

The Incarnation opened one hand.

The world between them seemed to hollow out.

Lucien felt Morphis inside his Inventory respond strangely.

His Divine Energy circulation accelerated.

Even the Magic he had left supporting the village began consuming more power.

Hunger was attempting to make every active process demand more than Lucien could sustainably provide.

Against most opponents, it would have been vicious.

Against Lucien, it was irritating.

His inner universe answered.

Divine Energy poured outward.

Hunger’s expression finally changed.

Lucien drove Living Creation into the surrounding authority and imposed the opposite condition.

What Hunger deprived, Lucien supplied.

What Hunger exhausted, Lucien restored.

What Hunger forced into desperate need, Lucien returned toward balance.

Their Laws collided across the hillside while their bodies met again above it.

Hunger fought with remarkably little wasted motion. His claws sought joints, throat, and eyes while his authority attacked whatever Lucien used to defend himself.

A Divine Energy barrier became ravenous for more energy and began draining its own reserves.

Lucien dismissed it before the effect could spread.

A Water Spell weakened as Hunger forced it to consume itself maintaining cohesion.

Lucien altered the spell and released it all at once, turning the collapsing water into a high-pressure strike that caught the Incarnation across the chest.

Hunger twisted aside.

Lucien was already there.

Morphis appeared in his hand.

The weapon became a long blade.

Hunger avoided the first cut.

The second opened his side.

The Incarnation retreated several meters, then looked toward the village.

Lucien immediately moved between them.

That was enough to confirm his suspicion.

Hunger did not care about defeating Lucien.

The village mattered.

More specifically, the deaths inside it mattered.

Below, the villagers continued recovering without understanding the battle taking place far above them.

They had seen food descend from nowhere.

They had watched the wells fill.

They could feel the strange sickness weakening.

Some were frightened.

Some were crying.

Others were already carrying the collapsed toward the strongest houses while families shared the supplies that had appeared.

Nobody understood that their survival had become part of a conflict stretching across time itself.

Lucien preferred it that way.

Hunger attacked again.

Lucien met him before he could descend.

Their Laws spread across the sky.

The village remained caught beneath the pressure of two opposing authorities, but the balance had shifted.

Hunger kept trying to create emptiness.

Lucien kept filling it.

The Incarnation could make the people starve.

Lucien had enough food to feed armies.

He could drain the wells.

Lucien could produce water.

He could strip nutrients from the fields.

Lucien could restore the soil and reinforce every plant still alive.

For every form Hunger took, Lucien had another answer.

And unlike Rust, Hunger had chosen a battlefield where Lucien could not simply focus on killing him.

That was the Incarnation’s only real advantage.

Lucien had to protect the village while fighting.

Hunger only needed one lapse.

Lucien’s expression became serious.

Parallel Thoughts divided his attention cleanly.

One stream maintained the village.

Another fought Hunger.

A third continued guiding the last Split Body after Fracture.

The Spatial Compass shifted.

Lucien felt it immediately.

The final trace had stopped moving.

His eyes narrowed.

The final Incarnation had reached his destination.

Hunger saw the tiny change in Lucien’s expression.

A faint smile appeared across the Vulturekin’s face.

Lucien tightened his grip on Morphis.

The village below was beginning to recover.

Hunger was still in front of him.

And somewhere else in this ancient world, the last Incarnation had finally found whatever mattered enough to bring three Primordial Incarnations into the past.