100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 825 - 835 - Solution

Lucien did not remain seated for long.

Failure had settled over him with brutal certainty, but certainty was not the same as finality.

He looked down at the young man again.

The body remained intact.

The heart had stopped. The organs had begun following it into death, but Living Creation could reverse that much without difficulty.

The real problem lay deeper.

The young man’s spirit had been fractured. His identity had been broken apart so thoroughly that nothing remained whole enough for Lucien to call back.

Yet the fragments had not disappeared.

That distinction stopped Lucien.

His attention sharpened.

Fracture had destroyed the connection between the pieces, but those pieces still existed.

If they had already dissolved completely, Lucien would have accepted that there was nothing left to work with.

But they had not.

That meant history had not finished losing this person yet.

Lucien’s expression slowly changed.

"There has to be a way."

He refused to believe that three Incarnations crossing history had ended everything before he could even understand what they were trying to change.

Creating an entirely new continuation from the past should not be as simple as killing one person and leaving.

The Arch-Lords had chosen this moment because it mattered, but that also meant the altered history still had to continue from here.

If Lucien could preserve what this young man was supposed to become, perhaps the divergence could still be prevented.

Perhaps.

That was enough.

Lucien reached into his Inventory.

The Hourglass of Slow Passage appeared in his hand.

He activated it.

His personal flow accelerated.

The forest seemed to slow around him.

Leaves moved lazily through the wind. Dust hung longer in the air. Even the fading disturbance left by Fracture became easier to examine.

Lucien bent over the corpse.

He didn’t put the young man’s body inside his inner universe.

If history suddenly lost all trace of him, it might recognize the disappearance as a true death and complete the very change Lucien was trying to prevent.

That was a risk he could not take.

Parallel Thoughts divided Lucien’s attention.

Perfect Calculation began processing every structure he could still detect, while Perfect organized the surviving fragments into patterns that Lucien could compare without losing track of them.

He tried the obvious solution first.

Living Creation rebuilt the damaged body completely.

The heart became viable again. The brain returned to its undamaged state. The organs stabilized. Then Lucien attempted to reconstruct the soul.

But the moment the new structure touched the fractured spirit, it split.

Lucien stopped.

He tried again from a different direction.

The result was worse.

Fracture’s authority remained embedded in the broken connections. Whenever Lucien attempted to impose a complete foreign structure upon them, the existing fractures widened.

The young man’s remaining identity began destabilizing.

Lucien withdrew immediately.

His expression grew heavier.

He could restore the vessel, but he could not force wholeness onto what Fracture had deliberately made incompatible with wholeness.

Lucien spent what felt like hours inside the accelerated flow searching for another route.

He adjusted the soul structure, changed the order of reconstruction, tried anchoring memory before identity, and tried rebuilding identity around the soul.

Every approach eventually struck the same wall.

The young man’s spirit resisted anything complete.

A whole soul entering this body would simply be fractured along the same fault lines.

For perhaps the first time in years, Lucien found himself facing a problem without an immediate path forward.

He had built impossible things.

He had moved worlds.

He had rebuilt Laws.

He had created life.

Now he could not save one ordinary young man.

Lucien stared at him.

The bitterness of that thought sat badly in his chest.

It was then that the Tree of Creation stirred.

Lucien froze.

His attention turned inward.

The Tree remained rooted within his Divine Energy Core, its enormous branches stretching through his conceptual space while the core itself rested within the embrace of Lucien’s spirit.

The arrangement was familiar enough that he had stopped thinking about it.

Now he looked at it differently.

His spirit surrounded the core.

His soul remained bound to that spirit.

And his soul...

Lucien went completely still.

A thought surfaced.

He almost rejected it immediately.

Then he examined himself more carefully.

His soul had never felt simple.

Ever since he had learned enough to perceive its deeper structure, there had been something strange about it.

It did not possess the seamless unity he expected from other souls.

It felt as though multiple broken portions had once been fitted together so perfectly that they could function as one.

Lucien had never found a satisfactory explanation.

He had eventually accepted it as another abnormality of his existence.

Now he looked at the fractured soul before him.

Then back at his own.

His expression became incredulous.

"No way."

Parallel Thoughts seized the idea.

Perfect Calculation began testing it.

Perfect Loop organized the possible outcomes as Lucien simulated what would happen if he stopped trying to force a complete soul into the broken identity.

Instead, he imagined using something that already understood how to remain whole while fractured.

His own soul.

The calculations multiplied.

Dozens of paths failed immediately.

Hundreds more ended with both structures collapsing.

Others created unstable identities that would eventually reject the body.

Lucien continued.

He altered the amount transferred.

Changed which portions of himself remained behind.

Adjusted how the young man’s surviving fragments would be preserved rather than erased.

The possibilities narrowed.

Eventually, one path remained.

Lucien stared at it for a long time.

Then he laughed quietly.

There was no humor in it.

"So this is how it turns out."

Alanthuriel’s words returned to him.

Paradoxical being.

Lucien looked at his own hands.

He still did not understand what Alanthuriel truly meant.

For the first time, however, the description felt uncomfortably appropriate.

The young man’s identity was fractured.

Lucien’s soul was fractured too.

Instead of repairing the broken shape, Lucien could fit himself into it.

Not as a resurrection.

Not as the original person returning.

Lucien would become the continuity that carried this life forward.

The thought made him silent.

It was possible.

That did not mean it was simple.

His original body could not remain in this era while he lived another person’s life indefinitely.

The Omnigenesis Vessel carried too much authority.

His Divine Energy Core contained an entire universe.

The Aevans lived inside him.

Rust and Hunger were imprisoned there.

Every artifact, every reserve, and every Law supported by that universe represented a foreign weight pressing into an age where even mana did not yet exist.

If Lucien truly intended to preserve this history, all of that had to leave.

Only he could remain.

Lucien lowered his gaze toward the young man.

That changed everything.

That’s when he remembered the incarnation method.

The volunteers he had once sent into distant small worlds had not simply possessed random bodies.

Lucien had learned how to separate an active portion of soul and consciousness, anchor it elsewhere, and preserve the connection to the original existence.

This would use the same principle.

Only the direction would be reversed.

Lucien’s original body would leave.

His active consciousness would remain here.

His spirit, the deepest foundation of his identity, would stay with his true body.

A small but stable portion of his soul would remain there as well, enough to preserve that body and give the rest of him somewhere to return.

The larger active portion of Lucien’s soul would enter the young man.

It would carry his memories.

His consciousness.

His decisions.

It would fit itself into the fractured spaces Fracture had created and use the surviving pieces of the young man’s identity as the structure of the life Lucien now had to continue.

Lucien ran the calculations again.

Then again.

He refused to trust a plan this dangerous after seeing it succeed once.

The conclusion remained unchanged.

It could work.

Not forever.

The incarnation would gradually consume itself by sustaining a life that did not originally belong to Lucien.

When that life ended, or when Lucien deliberately released it under the correct conditions, the active soul would follow the remaining connection back toward his true body.

The small portion left behind would serve as the anchor.

His soul could regenerate around it.

His memories would reunify.

At least, that was the best outcome his calculations could produce.

There were plenty of worse ones.

Lucien ignored them.

He already knew what happened if he did nothing.

He looked down at the young man.

Someone had considered this mortal important enough to bring Abyssal Arch-Lords and Primordial Incarnations into a conspiracy spanning history.

Lucien did not know his name.

He did not know what he was supposed to accomplish.

He knew only that Fracture had killed him because his future mattered.

Lucien sighed.

"So I have to find out by living it."

The idea was absurd.

Unfortunately, absurdity had stopped being a useful reason for Lucien to reject anything a long time ago.

Living Creation spread over the young man’s body.

Lucien preserved every surviving fragment of identity.

He did not overwrite them.

He did not repair them.

He simply prevented them from deteriorating any further.

Then Lucien turned his attention to himself.

There would be no second attempt.

He began preparing his departure.