100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Chapter 204 – Erase
Lucien sat in silence. His thoughts turned like the cogs of fate.

Elder Dusk had sensed his divine energy. That meant the Varkhaal Sect might soon connect the theft to a being capable of wielding it.

Only one race in the Big World fits that description.

The Celestial Race.

A slow, dangerous idea formed in his mind.

If the blame were to fall somewhere, let it fall on those who could bear it. The Celestial Race was formidable and untouchable guardians of order. They wouldn’t be harmed by mere accusations.

In fact, Lucien knew this would backfire on the sects.

After all, the Celestials despised slavery… especially the enslavement of humans whom they protect. Once word reached them, it would be the sects who faced judgment.

A plan that punished evil by its own chain of cause.

The sky was darkening when the Voidcraft finally touched down. Its hull dimmed as it sank into the trees’ shadows. Lucien and Marie came out slowly.

Lucien then stored the Voidcraft away in his Inventory.

Then at once… he activated Origin Rewrite.

His form shifted. His flesh, aura, and presence bent under the command of his will. Wings unfurled from his back. Each feather shimmered like molten gold frozen mid-sunrise. A faint halo of energy floated above him, refracting the dusk into a prism of authority.

Marie’s eyes widened and awe flooded her face.

“Wow! An angel! Quick, me next!”

Lucien only sighed but a faint smile crossed his lips as he touched her shoulder.

Her body glowed, reshaping under the same energy.

Soon… The transformation was done.

From her storage ring, Marie pulled a mirror… and gasped.

She looked divine. Her eyes now gleamed like molten amber. Her skin was faintly radiant. Soft, radiant wings unfurled behind her, curling gracefully around her frame.

Lucien couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia.

The faces they wore now were those of Virel and Aniel, his second parents.

He hadn’t even meant to choose their form… but when he thought of the Celestials, their images were all he could remember.

He exhaled slowly.

“Marie.”

She didn’t look away from the mirror. “What’s up, Captain?”

“Stick to the act.”

She grinned, flashing a playful salute.

“Ha! No need to tell me. Back on Earth, I was a natural-born actor.”

Lucien didn’t answer anymore.

He raised a hand instead. A soft radiance rippled outward and space distorted. In the next instant, the slaves appeared.

Thousands of them.

They blinked under the dim light. Fear and confusion were written on their faces. Their movements were tense and their shoulders were hunched from a lifetime of being struck for every mistake. Even free air made them flinch.

But when they saw the radiant figures before them, the two Celestials smiling at them, their terror faltered. The glow reflected in their eyes like the first sunrise after endless night.

Lucien’s voice was calm, warm, and commanding.

“Be at ease, everyone.”

He extended his hands, releasing gentle waves of light. Light Magic Spells. The air shimmered with healing energy, closing their wounds and soothing their pain.

Beside him, Marie’s voice followed. It was soft but firm.

“We have seen your suffering. We came to free you. But… our path ends here. The enemy still hunts us.”

She looked at Lucien expectantly, clearly off the script… but the way the slaves looked at her, wide-eyed and trembling, told Lucien that her improvisation was working.

He stepped forward, continuing her act seamlessly.

“We will open the way for you. But first…”

Lucien lifted his hand. Divine patterns spun from his fingertips like stars drawn into orbit.

Dominion Circle.

The magic circles spread through the air and shot toward the shackles binding their limbs.

Each lock clicked open in unison.

Metal clattered to the ground like falling rain.

But then… Lucien’s eyes narrowed. His divine sense picked up faint traces of spiritual marks hidden beneath their flesh.

“So they left marks too…”

He clenched his fist. Flames burst from his palms. The fire split into thousands of threads… Each seeking a mark… Each burning through the lingering curse.

When the last spark faded, the chains of spirit and soul were gone.

Lucien let out a relieved breath.

Marie clasped her hands and smiled warmly.

“Everyone… your time of suffering is over. From this day onward, you are truly free.”

Lucien nodded to her then turned to the group.

“You,” he said, pointing at the towering Goliath slave standing among them. He was the strongest by far, currently on the 1st stage of Transcendent Realm . “You’ve heard of the city of Aurion, haven’t you? It’s safe there. I will mark the direction for you. Lead your brothers and sisters there safely.”

The Goliath’s lips parted but no words came out. None of them spoke. Their silence was thick… born not of distrust, but of years of fear. They were afraid that speaking would bring pain.

Marie took a step forward. Her voice was gentle.

“You don’t have to be afraid. The city’s ruler, Dawnbinder, is a fair man. You’ll be treated justly there.”

Lucien nodded again and produced bundles of cloaks and small vials of restorative potion from his Inventory. “These will help you on the way,” he said quietly.

He could see the shift and the faint glimmers of will returning to their eyes.

And then… the first sound came.

A broken whisper from the front.

“Be… bene…factors… thank you.”

Then another.

And another.

Before long, murmurs of gratitude rippled through the crowd… some bowing, some kneeling, others clutching their hearts, weeping quietly.

They were free. Truly free.

Lucien’s gaze softened as he and Marie took the moment in.

When the light began to fade, he turned to her and murmured,

“Let’s finish it.”

Marie nodded, raising her hand. The ground stirred under her command as her Law of Earth shaped a pathway leading toward Aurion. When they were far enough, she sealed the road behind them, closing all traces of passage.

One by one, the freed souls disappeared into the distance.

Some looked back. Most didn’t.

And then… silence.

“We should get there first,” Lucien said.

He activated Origin Rewrite once more, returning to their wolf beastman forms. The Voidcraft reappeared. Its hull hummed softly as they boarded.

Lucien’s tone was calm but tired.

“If anyone asks where we’ve been, tell them we were in the market. Shopping. We sold the plushies for thirty thousand Spirit Crystals. More than enough excuse to be gone all day.”

Marie grinned.

“Ha! Shopping spree as an alibi. I like it.”

Lucien gave a tired smirk.

“Good. Let’s get back to Aurion.”

By the time the towers of Aurion came into view, the stars had already risen. They landed quietly and made their way back to Luminous Rest.

Lucien greeted the innkeeper briefly then went straight to his private room.

There was one last thing he needed to do before rest.

He closed the door, sat cross-legged, and whispered.

“Let’s make sure no one can ever trace us.”

Lucien opened his status window. His finger hovered for a moment before he clicked on his title:

Title — The Unwritten One

Fate cannot foresee your steps. Prophecies falter, divinations fail, and omens blur in your presence. Once per cycle, you may command the world’s law to “Forget” an event.

Lucien breathed deeply. “To forget an event… what should it be?”

His mind spun. Perfect Calculation and Loop activated once more.

He ran through countless scenarios… until one decision remained.

“If the world forgets that Marie and I ever left Aurion… then no thread will connect us to the chaos outside.”

He visualized it. Every scene. Every step.

Then with unwavering focus, he commanded…

“Let the world’s law forget… that we ever left Aurion today.”

The air trembled. The light in the room flickered… then warped.

Lucien’s vision filled with a web of threads. The threads of existence.

Each one represented a cause, a ripple, and a memory etched into reality.

He watched them shift, coil, and realign, rewriting the world’s own recollection.

Lucien was utterly mesmerized by the spectacle. His eyes never wavered for even a heartbeat, drinking in every flicker of that impossible phenomenon.

But the change was fleeting. The shift came and went like a breath between worlds. It was too intricate and too swift for him to grasp.

And then… silence.

He exhaled softly. A helpless smile tugged at his lips.

“I suppose I’ll have to wait another year before I can use this again,” he murmured inwardly.

•••

Across the continents, far beyond Aurion’s skies, powerful beings stirred.

Eternal Realm monarchs paused their meditation. Prophets snapped awake mid-trance. Seers and diviners from every faction felt the disturbance. It’s like a ripple that passed through the foundation of truth itself.

Something had changed.

A law had been bent.

But no one could tell what it was.

The visions faded before they could see. The truth was now unwritten.

But then… they felt where it had occurred.

The West Continent.

Their gazes turned as one, piercing the distant horizon. The ripples in the world’s law might have faded but the aftertaste of power lingered… and their attention locked firmly upon that land.

•••

Back in Aurion, Lucien exhaled softly. His body slumped against the bed.

He had pushed himself far beyond his limits.

Lucien had used Origin Rewrite and his other skills so many times that he could feel his sense of self beginning to blur. Also, the relentless strain of channeling multiple Laws tore through his spirit, leaving him trembling with exhaustion.

And worse still… the recoil from detonating his Split Body was overwhelming. The backlash of divine energy roared within him, unbalancing the delicate harmony inside his Divine Energy Core.

But still… He managed a faint smile.

Everything had gone perfectly.

And as he closed his eyes, exhaustion took him whole.

He fell asleep… not out of comfort but sheer fatigue.

His last thought was a faint whisper of satisfaction.

The world had forgotten.

And for tonight, Lucien could finally rest.