100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165 – End
On the other side of the battlefield, chaos still reigned.

The clash between Lucien’s allies and the traitorous forces burned like an unending storm.

Even after Lucien’s allies activated their Gargoyle Rings, the chaos refused to settle. Power collided with power, will against will.

The Golddust faction too, had activated their Goblin Rings. It bathed their bodies in vile magic that twisted their very souls.

The skies became a storm of surging energies.

The Golddust Associates were nearly annihilated. Only fragments of their formation remained.

And amid the carnage, Lucien’s gaze caught Clara.

She stood in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by the once-human goblin monstrosities. He froze for a heartbeat.

She was fighting… barehanded.

The good thing was that Lucien had crafted special robes for them. Even if she came into contact with miasma, it would not cling to her flesh nor seep into her soul.

But still… The scene made Lucien blink.

Her strikes were clean and terrifyingly precise. Her martial arts sharpened by both faith and fury.

Bones cracked under her fists and skulls shattered against her palms. Lucien’s brows furrowed. Even he wouldn’t dare touch those corrupted bodies with his barehands. It looks… disgusting.

But Clara fought as though holiness itself guarded her flesh.

The Spiritual Division and Priesthood stood in formation behind her. Their chants rose like a chorus, layering her body with blessings and buffs. Light swirled around her fists.

“Take this, you devilspawn! You defile the world created by my Lord!” she cried. Her voice was fierce and holy.

“Bone Crusher!”

Her punch thundered. The goblin’s head caved in with a sickening crunch. She pivoted and grabbed another by its throat… then hurled it upward. Her white robes billowed, untouched by filth.

Dominion Circle.

Magic circles bloomed above her like halos.

“Be purified by faith!”

Her strike pierced through another monster’s chest. Holy light exploded from within, burning it from the inside out.

Then silence fell.

Clara stood amidst a field of fallen abominations. Her posture was calm and her expression was serene.

Blood splattered around her yet her white robes gleamed pure.

“Success,” she whispered softly as though finishing a hymn.

Lucien let out a slow exhale.

“…At least she’s fine,” he muttered under his breath.

Then his attention shifted…

Across the battlefield, Malrik’s chaotic magic tore the air apart. It bent light, warped matter and twisted sound into screams. He moved through his own destruction like a conductor in a storm of madness. Every spell aimed at him dissolved before impact.

Edric, Maxim and Ellen fought desperately against him. Their own magic clashed with collapsing space and their spells unraveled midair as Malrik’s skill distorted reality itself.

Even so, the enemies’s were faltering. The legions of monsters once numbering in the millions was gone. Crushed by magic, sliced by blades, devoured by storms.

Wariness filled their eyes.

On the far side of the sky, Cielius moved like a whisper. His magic control outmatched Ashreth who could not land a single blow. The Assassin Chief and Magic Tower Master fought beside him, pushing Ashreth further back.

The enemy’s morale has already shattered. They began glancing repeatedly and nervously toward the Obsidian Tower.

Lucien noticed and his instincts surged like lightning.

He hurled the Stygian Shell toward the tower’s entrance. The black tortoise shell spun through the air and as if alive, it expanded mid-flight. Its size grew until it blocked the enormous, gaping maw that served as the tower’s gate.

And then… his suspicion was confirmed.

Magnus, Marlik, Ashreth and the remnants of their forces turned tail, streaking toward the entrance at blinding speed.

But the Stygian Shell met them first.

It expanded further. The air vibrated as Tortoise Shell collided with their bodies. A thunderous boom echoed across the sky as they slammed into the unyielding barrier.

Lucien hovered above as his eyes glinted coldly.

“Trying to run when it gets hard? Very predictable.”

Malrik’s voice came out as a growl.

“You fool. You have no idea what you’re dealing with. The creatures beyond those rifts. The Lords have marked this world. When they come, even you will fall. They are not mortals… they are calamities. Boy, you better watch out.”

Lucien grinned in amusement.

“Then I’ll just have to welcome them myself.”

His tone shifted, mocking, taunting and almost playful.

“Ah. I’ll show you something. But I’m warning you. You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout… because I’m telling you why.”

Lucien raised his hand.

From within his divine core, he summoned something that made even his allies pause—

The head of the Magus Goblin. Its eyes were dead but its aura was still suffocating.

When it appeared, the air went still. Everyone gasped at the sight.

Malrik’s voice broke.

“L-Lord Zothrak…! No… this can’t be! You… You killed him! My wife… my dream to bring her back…”

Blood poured from his mouth as his goblin form flickered.

“Hey now. I said no crying. Why are you even acting like that? Is he your father or something?”

Lucien’s allies gathered beside him.

Edric leaned close and he told Lucien what had transpired earlier. The truth behind Malrik’s rage and the tragedy of his wife. And the dark reason he had turned against them.

Lucien’s gaze shifted toward Ellen. Her expression faltered and guilt flickered behind her eyes.

Lucien’s reply cut through the heavy silence.

“Aunt Ellen,” his voice calm but merciless, “don’t trouble yourself over his words. His wife was likely just as corrupted as he is. Greed like that doesn’t bloom overnight. It festers, rotting everything it touches. And if her soul was as vile as his cause… then her death was nothing short of mercy. The Copperrock family isn’t at fault for cleansing a plague from this world.”

The words hung in the air like frost yet somehow comforting in their certainty. And then… They joined the others to kill the remaining enemies.

“YOU—!” Malrik’s roar shattered the air. Rage, grief and madness burned in his eyes. “You dare mock her, mock ME!?”

He unleashed everything. The sky rippled as chaotic energy exploded outward. Reality bent, fractured and reformed around him.

But Lucien didn’t even blink. His aura flared and it tore through the distortion like sunlight through fog.

“You should’ve stayed quiet in your territory like a dog you are,” Lucien said softly. “I might’ve let you live that way.”

He vanished… then reappeared in front of Malrik.

He used his own hand and sliced through the air.

Slash.

Malrik screamed.

His arms fell from his body. But then… it began to regrow. Grotesque tendrils weaved his flesh back together.

Lucien sighed. “You’re strong. Why waste that strength on the wrong side?”

Malrik spat blood, snarling. “You don’t understand anything. We are just using each other! But now… you’ve ruined everything! When the other Lords arrive, you’ll die screaming! They’ll bring me to the other side and I’ll watch this world burn!”

Lucien chuckled darkly.

“You think I killed only that Zothrak? I killed all three of his kind. Didn’t even break a sweat. Even if more co—”

He stopped mid-sentence. His hand hovered near his mouth.

‘Wait—did I just jinx myself? That was definitely a death flag. Oh gods, please no—’

But Malrik’s face had already gone pale with despair.

And then they heard it.

Magnus’s scream echoed across the field. “AARGHHH!”

He fell from the sky. His body… lifeless.

Lucien looked down with a smirk.

“Poor you. No wife. No sons. Oh, by the way… Harold Coalheart killed Dorian too. Drank his blood through that cursed ring of his.”

It was a bluff but it broke him.

Malrik’s power flickered. His body slumped. The fight left his eyes.

Lucien didn’t hesitate anymore. One fluid motion… He cut through the air and used his hand to invoke his skill. SLASH.

Malrik’s head… finally fell.

Only Ashreth remained.

The fallen phoenix glared up at Lucien. “Ha! Who would have imagined you can kill the Lords? I was wrong to stand against you. Very wrong. Perhaps fate can’t be changed after all. But even if you kill me, you will gain nothing. The darkness beyond will still come.”

Lucien’s gaze hardened. “Who said I’d kill you just like that? Death’s too merciful.”

Chains of black and white burst from the ground, snaring Ashreth midair. The energy burned through his limbs, sealing every ounce of magic.

Lucien’s voice was lethal.

“You’ll live long enough to regret breathing.”

He then sealed Ashreth inside his divine core. Now… Even if he wanted to escape, he wouldn’t be able to.

Lucien looked over the horizon.

The Twisted Towers fell one after another, collapsing like dying giants. Thunder rolled across the horizon as the last one crumbled.

A little later, Elk and the others returned. Their faces were weary but victorious.

“Good job everyone…”

Lucien then turned toward the final tower. The Obsidian Tower.

He whispered…

“It’s time to end this all.”

He had sensed it earlier. The tower was more than just a structure. It pulsed like the very heart of the Black Mass itself.

And if his suspicions were correct… then he had already found the easiest way to bring it all to an end.

He raised his hand. Divine energy surged outward, flooding the land. The ground trembled. Lucien was trying to envelope the Obsidian Tower with his divine energy from the tower’s roots to its peak.

But the tower resisted. Its immensity devoured his power like a void. His body trembled. His glow flickered.

Just then… his pets moved.

All of them poured their mana into him. His allies followed and their energies joined his own.

The Origin Core fragments within him pulsed, transforming that collective mana into divine energy.

The light expanded… it rose, climbing the tower layer by layer until the entire Obsidian Tower glowed.

And then—

With a thunderous sound…. the tower vanished… absorbed completely into Lucien’s divine core.

Silence blanketed the battlefield.