100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 – Creation
The Law of Creation… the root of all manifestations…

Lucien felt the familiar pulse within his chest. The rhythm of his Divine Energy Core. It had always been there, quietly humming with creation itself.

Without delay, Lucien returned to his room back in Lootwell. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes… then let his consciousness sink inward. The world faded and soon… he stood once more inside his Inner Realm.

But something felt different. Lucien blinked, dazed. He was… inside. No, this wasn’t just his consciousness entering the divine energy core as usual. His entire being was here.

“What happened…?” he muttered.

Lucien extended his will outward, beyond the confines of his divine energy core… and what he saw made him pause.

Outside, in his room, his body was gone. In its place lies a small golden orb.

His divine energy core.

“How is this even possible?” Lucien muttered in disbelief. “I thought my core was inside my body, the place where my divine energy was stored?”

But then… as he raised his hand and willed energy to flow, he froze. The divine energy responded smoothly and effortlessly… yet something was different. It didn’t surge from within him as it usually did. Instead, it came from everywhere.

It didn’t take long for realization to dawn.

“Wait… could it be because I reached Spiritual Saturation?” he murmured to himself. “And Spirit has finally merged with my Body, Mind, and Soul? Then… that means it wasn’t just my consciousness entering my divine core all along, it was my Spirit itself…?”

He looked around.

“No wonder,” he whispered. “Everything that happens to my spirit is reflected on my body. But now… they’ve merged completely. Which means… my entire being can enter.”

A slow grin crept across his face. “Wow. This is… great, I think?”

For a brief moment, he entertained the thought of using this ability to hide from danger. But the idea faded as quickly as it came. His divine energy core might be a refuge but it remained stationary and exposed to harm from the outside.

Lucien exhaled and shook his head. “I’ll think of countermeasures later.”

Focusing himself, Lucien whispered, “Now then… back to my original purpose.”

He turned his gaze back to the endless expanse of his inner realm.

It was vast beyond measure.

Every fragment of soil, every droplet of water, every thing he created inside this inner realm… all of it was a reflection of his imagination, shaped by his energy.

He looked around in awe, realizing how blind he had been.

“…I was already touching the Law of Creation,” he whispered.

He raised his hand. The energy responded instinctively.

A spark of light appeared above his palm. It was shapeless and weightless… yet brimming with infinite potential.

He willed it to take form. The spark twisted, stretched and bloomed into a delicate flower made of gold. Its petals swayed gently as if caressed by a breeze that did not exist.

Lucien exhaled softly.

“This… this is Creation.”

He closed his eyes and began to focus.

Until now, he had treated this act like a function of his divine energy core. Something like a mechanical process. But now, he sought to understand it. To see what lay beneath the act of creation itself.

He invoked the effect of his title: Transcendent One.

The air in his inner realm shifted instantly. Space trembled and the fabric of reality peeled open before his eyes.

Everything…. from the flowers to the mountains, from the clouds to the stars… began to dissolve into luminous threads.

Then, he saw it.

Not energy. Not matter. Not atoms.

But something deeper.

The code of existence.

Strings of radiant symbols wove themselves through all things, connecting, shifting, reforming. They pulsed in rhythm and each line hummed with logic. Every curve and rune was meaning itself.

The primordial language of creation.

He could feel the pattern beneath them. The truth that every form, every life, every phenomenon was a sentence written in the syntax of existence.

Lucien’s eyes glowed as he whispered,

“So this is how reality speaks.”

He focused on the flower he just created. Beneath its petals, he saw countless golden runes spinning in harmony. The code that defined its color, its scent, its essence.

He touched one rune lightly… and reality rippled.

The flower’s color changed. Gold turned to silver. He touched another and its petals expanded, spiraling upward like a flame.

Each change was instantaneous. It’s not a transformation of matter but a rewriting of truth.

Creation was not the act of forming something from nothing.

It was the act of writing existence into being.

Lucien felt the realization strike deeper than thought. It resonated through every fiber of his being.

He spread his awareness wider. The sky, the earth, the living creatures. All were codes dancing in symphony. Each had meaning, order, and rhythm, composing the song of creation itself.

He began to imitate that song.

His hands moved as though tracing invisible strings. His energy transformed. Symbols emerged from his fingertips. They intertwined, merged and gave birth to new patterns, new forms, new life.

Mountains rose from the sea. Rivers burst forth from the ground. Winds began to sing.

He wasn’t just shaping energy anymore… he was shaping concepts.

Time, motion, warmth, color… everything bowed to the rhythm of his will.

And for the first time, Lucien understood the essence of being a Creator.

To create was not to command, but to harmonize.

To give shape was not to impose, but to resonate.

Creation was not dominance, it was unity.

The realization deepened, echoing in his heart.

He saw how all things were connected. The flower and the flame, the stone and the star. Each one was a reflection of the same code, the same sentence written by existence itself.

It was beautiful.

Lucien closed his eyes once more, letting the understanding sink in.

His body began to glow…. First faintly, then fiercely. Threads of golden light erupted from him, intertwining with the glowing code of his inner world.

The entire realm began to tremble.

He felt his Spirit surge beyond its vessel, merging with the very code that governed creation. The boundaries between his will and the world dissolved.

Lucien’s consciousness expanded endlessly. His divine core was no longer a world within him. He was the world.

In that moment, he touched the essence of the Law of Creation.

And the Law responded.

It recognized him. Not as a stranger seeking knowledge but as a fragment returning home.

Golden runes encircled him, orbiting like planets around a sun. His energy swelled, transcending the limits of the Metamorphosis Realm.

Lightning of pure creation tore through the sky of his inner world. Each strike birthed new realities.

Lucien’s eyes opened.

“I understand now.”

The runes converged upon him, fusing into his being. His whole being blazed brighter than ever before and his body, mind, and soul synchronized into one perfect chord.

The Law of Creation had accepted him.

A silent explosion rippled through the realm. Not of destruction but of awakening.

Lucien floated amidst the storm of genesis. His aura was vast and boundless.

At last, he had ascended.

Lucien had entered the First Stage of the Transcendent Realm.

“This… is only the beginning.”

Just then, a familiar sound echoed through his mind… one he hadn’t heard in what felt like ages.

[Ting!]

[The system has finished updating.]

Lucien blinked in surprise before letting out a faint chuckle. “Whew, took you long enough.”

With a wave of his hand, a translucent panel appeared before him. The system interface looked the same as ever.

< STATUS >

< INVENTORY >

< SKILLPEDIA >

< MAGIC BOOK >

< MONSTERDEX >

< CRAFT >

Lucien rushed to see what had changed.

***

—STATUS—

Name: Lucien Lootwell ♂

Age: 16 years old

Race: Human (Reincarnated)

Job: Drop Out

Realm: Transcendent Realm — Stage 1

Laws:

• Law of Creation (Primary Integration)

• Law of Life & Death (Comprehension – 1%)

• Law of Reflection (Fragment Insight)

Constitution:

• Primordial Vessel (Evolving)

Title:

• Transcendent One

• The Unwritten One

• …

Skill:

• Drop Rate: MAX

• Auto-collect

• Cram Session

• Extra Credit

• Procrastinate

• Scam the System

• …

Magic:

• Time Magic (Advance)

• Space Magic (Advance)

• Light Magic (Advance)

• Dark Magic (Advance)

• …

Magic Affinity:

• Chaos Magic (Sealed)

• …

…

***

In his status window, the layout had expanded. New sections appeared. It displayed details about his being and the Laws he had learned.

“This is great,” he muttered. “It’ll help me visualize my progress more clearly.”

Then his gaze fell upon a new section.

Constitution.

He tilted his head. “What… is this? Primordial Vessel.”

Lucien chuckled.

“Evolving, huh? Does that mean… I can actually become a Primordial Being in the future?”

Lucien mused for a moment, then shifted his focus to the changes in his INVENTORY.

[Ting!]

[You can now merge your INVENTORY into your divine energy core. Please choose a suitable location to store your drops.]

Lucien’s eyes widened in excitement.

“HAAHAHA! This is exactly what I needed! Primo Slime, I love you!!!” he burst out laughing. “This way, it’ll be way less hassle to pick things out from my INVENTORY. Finally… endless inventory slots!”

Without hesitation, Lucien selected the area where he kept the massive shelves filled with his countless drops.

[Merging with the selected location…]

Suddenly, the surroundings shifted. Space itself seemed to ripple and before him appeared a new chamber, labeled INVENTORY.

He stepped inside.

What he saw left him speechless.

The interior was far larger than the exterior as if the space had expanded beyond its limits.

Lucien nodded in satisfaction.

Time stood still for every drop stored within unless he personally took it out or brought it outside.

There were also changes in the other sections… particularly in his CRAFT features.

Now, recipes of items and constructs from the Big World could be unlocked.

Of course, the ingredients required were far greater in quality and rarity. Still, they could be substituted or modified… just like what Ashreth had done when he recreated things from the Big World using local materials.

Even so, this update was monumental. It wouldn’t only help him here, but also once he returned to the Big World.

Lucien grinned to himself.

Step by step, everything was falling into place.