100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Chapter 207 – Obsidian Necklace
Lucien entered his Divine Energy Core.

The landscape of his inner world shimmered around him. He conjured a chair with a thought and sat down, exhaling slowly.

With a flick of his hand, he summoned his CRAFT Feature.

A translucent panel board appeared before him. He scrolled through the available blueprints as his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Each one was a potential tool for survival, infiltration, or battle.

He wanted to prepare as much as he could for the upcoming expedition.

After taking note of several promising designs, Lucien began.

From his Inventory, he drew out the space-derived materials. The same treasures stolen from the Nephralis and Varkhaal sects. Their faint, cold luminescence hinted at their origin beyond the sky.

He selected a design he’d already noted in his mind.

“First things first,” he murmured.

With a soft chime, he clicked CRAFT.

The materials disassembled into radiant motes of light. A translucent progress bar appeared, slowly filling as the process unfolded. When it reached completion, a new artifact formed and stored in his INVENTORY. Then another… and another.

He repeated the process, refining details with each iteration until the entire set was complete.

When he opened his Inventory, rows of gleaming new equipment awaited:

— Cloaks lined with null-fields that could obscure presence even from Celestial perception.

— Masks engraved with distortion sigils that altered facial essence.

— Boots threaded with silence runes that devoured sound entirely.

— …

Lucien tested one of the cloaks, letting it drape across his arm. The fabric shimmered, blending with the air until it became invisible.

“Perfect,” he said, smirking. “With these, we won’t draw too much attention.”

He stored the finished set and turned his gaze toward a distant part of his inner realm.

The Obsidian Tower.

In a blink, Lucien vanished, reappearing within the void region of his inner world. It was a place where even light hesitated, where the horizon bled into liquid darkness.

And at its center floated the Obsidian Tower, rising endlessly into the dark. Its surface devoured illumination and the closer he approached, the more his surroundings bent.

Even here, inside his own world, the tower felt foreign.

Lucien reached out with his divine sense. The feedback came fragmented and distorted like trying to grasp smoke beneath water.

“As expected,” he muttered. “The core material came from space… and the monsters integrated it with their own technology. It was grown, not forged.”

It pulsed faintly beneath his touch, almost alive like something that remembered the heartbeat of the void itself.

No wonder Inspect failed. Space-borne materials naturally resisted the Laws of the Big World. They refused to be categorized or contained.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. ‘So that’s why even the system can’t pierce it…’

Still, he hadn’t come here to study it. He came for what it could give.

Lucien raised his hand. Energy gathered at his fingertips.

The Law of Creation stirred. He began to weave an edge. Not of metal, but of concept.

He shaped a blade defined by a single truth: Sharpness.

Runes bloomed midair as he layered definition upon definition, fold upon fold. Each addition doubled its precision until the construct transcended form itself. It was a blade that existed only as an idea. A boundary that even reality dared not resist.

“Let’s see how you handle this.”

He struck.

The impact reverberated through the void like thunder in a dream. The tower shuddered. Fractures webbed across its pitch-black surface, trembling like lightning veins.

Lucien pressed harder. One final thrust and the blade pierced through.

The Obsidian Tower groaned as a sliver of its shell cracked free, releasing fragments that floated in weightless suspension.

Lucien caught one. It was cold like holding crystallized night.

“Finally,” he said with a grin. “Something that can’t be seen through… and will hide anything.”

This was what he needed most.

Lucien blinked back below and laid the shards upon a table he just conjured.

He summoned the Craft Feature again and began drafting a new blueprint. The design was deliberate and intricate. A container for the Origin Fragments.

The fragments would be essential for his growth, but carrying them exposed would risk detection by other fragment holders. If his theory was right, these obsidian materials could mask their presence completely.

He set to work, writing the schematic:

Base Material: Obsidian Tower Chunks

Framework: Runic suppression lattice

Interior Layer: Law-resistant shell

Purpose: Conceal origin core fragment signatures and withstand Celestial-grade impact

When he finished, he fed the data into his crafting module. The blueprint pulsed once and a new notification appeared:

[Recipe Unlocked: Obsidian Fragment Case]

Lucien clicked CRAFT, feeding the obsidian shards into the panel. The forge flared to life. As the progress bar filled, the shards liquefied into motes of light, flowing into the translucent panels.

When the process completed, the finished item floated before him. Sleek, black, and perfectly symmetrical. Its edges were faintly gilded with gold.

…

Obsidian Fragment Case — capable of withstanding a Celestial’s blow and rendering Origin Fragments invisible to the world’s laws.

…

Lucien’s lips curled upward. “Now I can borrow its power without being noticed.”

Lucien blinked once more back to the Obsidian Tower. He then entered.

Four glowing fragments floated above the tower’s foundation, illuminating the endless dark.

He reached out, taking hold of his original fragment. It pulsed brightly in his palm, slightly larger than the rest. It’s already a merge of two fragments.

The remaining three hovered near, resonating faintly.

Lucien grasped another then he pressed them together.

“Merge.”

The air twisted. Energy coiled into spirals as the fragments resonated. Their light intertwined until two became one. The new fragment burned brighter, denser and heavier.

Lucien felt the surge of power and smiled faintly. “Stronger than before.”

He turned to the remaining two fragments.

“They’re Marie’s… should I merge them for her? Well, I only crafted two cases anyway,” he mused.

He brought his hands together. The same phenomenon unfolded. A silent dance of light, compression and fusion.

When it ended, he nodded in satisfaction.

He placed both fragments into their Obsidian Cases then forged a matching necklace using Celestium Threads.

He set the finished pieces aside.

•••

With his own fragment in hand, Lucien re-emerged in his private room.

He spread thousands of Spirit Crystals around him and sat cross-legged.

Others refined their mana vessels to store energy, feeding them until they expanded. But Lucien’s body had no such structures.

His energy didn’t flow through channels. It flowed from his Divine Energy Core.

To expand his divine energy pool, he had to expand his world.

The fragment pulsed, releasing a quiet rhythm that synced with his breath. Its energy seeped outward, converting the ambient mana from the crystals into divine energy.

Inside his inner realm, space stretched. The ley lines thickened and the sky deepened into vibrant gold. Every breath harmonized with the pulse of creation.

His world breathed with him.

Each expansion was more than power. It was growth. Each inch of his inner realm meant more divine capacity, more control, more dominion.

Days passed in silent brilliance.

•••

A week later, a pulse of energy shattered the calm.

Marie’s door burst open, light spilling through. Her aura surged, bright and refined. She was stronger than before.

Lucien felt it instantly. He opened his eyes and smiled. He stood up to meet her.

“You’ve reached the last stage of the Transcendent Realm,” he said, stepping into the hall.

Marie grinned as pride danced in her eyes. “Finally! My system almost crashed processing it.”

Lucien then lifted a small, dark object. The Obsidian Necklace glinted faintly.

“This is for you. Your share of the fragments. I merged them already. See how it’s larger now? It’s sealed and safe to carry.”

Marie’s eyes widened as she took it. “Wow! You made this necklace? It’s beautiful.”

Lucien nodded. “My system did most of the work. The fragments are inside.”

“Cheat system,” she teased, laughing as she slipped it over her neck. It felt weightless and perfectly balanced. It was stable enough even for battle.

She didn’t doubt him regarding the fragments. If Lucien said it was fair, it was. She had already seen her methods. She trusted that his system could do no wrong.

As the necklace settled, the air shimmered once… then went utterly still.

Marie blinked. “Even my system can’t detect it. Luc… this thing’s perfect.”

Lucien smiled. “Good. Study it later… it might reveal something new.”

Marie stretched as her confidence radiated like sunlight. “At this rate, one more breakthrough and we can stand proudly even before a Celestial.”

Lucien chuckled softly. “Then we’ll truly be invincible beneath the Celestial Realm.”

Outside, the skies over Aurion darkened slightly… as if the world itself sensed that two anomalies were once again preparing to move.