100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 216
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The black-robed woman turned toward Lucien.
She wasn’t looking at anyone else.
Her head tilted slightly… almost like a puppet recognizing its designated target.
Outside the barrier, the crowd erupted in disbelief.
“W-What happened out there?!”
“She defeated all of them?!”
“Who’s even left standing?!”
“Wait… someone’s still moving!”
Dozens of eyes swept the platform…
…and found Lucien. And the black-robed woman.
Spectators gasped.
“No way the Verdant Veil boy can fight her.”
“He’s the weakest realm here!”
“He’ll be crushed instantly… this isn’t even a fair match!”
“Someone stop this! He’ll die!”
But two voices refused to falter.
Marie gripped the barrier so hard her knuckles whitened.
“Luc… show them what you’ve got.”
Eirene’s gaze sharpened like a blade.
“…I believe he can persist.”
•••
Back on the platform…
Lucien stood. His blood boiled.
He didn’t know why.
‘I wasn’t like this before… Why is my blood burning?’
The sensation surged through him. It was primal, fierce, and unbidden. It felt like something within him recognized the danger and rose to meet it. As if the instinct of his beastman form had awakened at the sight of a formidable enemy.
His aura coiled faintly around him like a sleeping dragon stretching in its cavern.
The robed woman stepped forward.
One step.
The stone cracked beneath her heel.
Her hood swayed.
Then—
She raised her sword in a single, smooth arc.
Lucien crouched slightly.
The distance between them vanished…
The entire platform held its breath.
…
Outside, the crowd erupted.
“FIGHT!!”
“Wolf boy, RUN!!”
“THAT WOMAN IS CHEATING!!”
“He’ll never win!”
Marie shouted over them all:
“DO IT, LUC!!”
…
Lucien finally smiled.
Soft. Small. Unshaken.
“…Alright then.”
He lowered his stance.
The black-robed woman swung.
CLANG!
A blunt note rang across the platform.
Lucien had summoned the Stygian Shell.
The Black Tortoise Shell expanded instantly, forcing the woman to pivot aside.
Lucien summoned a sword. Not Morphis, nor any of his more recognizable weapons.
Then he donned the Crown of the Colossal King, the drop from the Giant Goblin.
Earth’s raw might pulsed through him. When worn, it enhances strength, vitality, and regeneration while providing resistance against knockbacks or pressure-based attacks.
It was perfect for this fight.
He felt it clearly now… the woman’s strength exceeded that of a mortal.
“Heh. I have mortal ways of fighting that can still work.”
He hurled the Stygian Shell straight at her.
It grew larger with every heartbeat.
The woman crouched, preparing to cleave it.
At that instant—
Lucien blinked.
Not with magic but by crushing a Spatial Tear Crystal… A one-use blink item.
He vanished from her line of sight.
The black-robed woman had to defend against two threats at once, the expanding shell… and Lucien suddenly appearing beside her.
Lucien raised his sword and used SLASH.
But—
CLANG!
The sound was wrong.
‘What?! How can her body be stronger than steel?’
She didn’t take any damage at all.
Her greatsword flicked the Stygian Shell aside.
Lucien tugged it back with his intent and blinked away again, crushing another Spatial Tear Crystal.
A deadlock.
The woman’s aura surged again…
Lucien sensed it.
Another cyclone-like strike was building.
And then…
Wind howled toward him.
But this time, Lucien didn’t budge.
The Crown of the Colossal King rooted him like a mountain.
…
Outside, the spectators were stunned.
He had lasted longer than anyone else.
He was fighting her head-on… something none of the elites had managed.
“Is this really the same boy?”
“He’s matching her pace?!”
“That robed monster crushed us like ants… how is he still standing?!”
Even the elites watching from outside clenched their fists.
A Transcendent Realm junior was performing better against her than they had.
Meanwhile… Lucien shifted tactics.
He moved.
He scattered Warped Jellies across the battlefield and with Photographic Memory, he etched each location perfectly into his mind.
Then he clashed with the woman again.
With the crown’s boost, his raw strength now surpassed mortal limits as well.
But—
During one heavy exchange, his weapon snapped.
Lucien twisted away from her follow-up strike and immediately summoned a greatsword.
Steel met steel.
Lucien’s footwork flowed, guiding the woman step by step toward where he wanted her.
Then—
One of his traps succeeded.
She stepped on a Warped Jelly.
Her foot sank, rooting her to the stone platform.
Lucien acted instantly.
He swung his greatsword upward… Flinging the woman’s weapon out of her hand.
Gasps erupted from outside.
“Wow! I never thought a battle between mortals could be this exciting.”
“That wolf brat isn’t just smart, he can fight too!”
Just then…
The unexpected occurred—
The woman kicked off her shoes.
Barefoot, she slid free of the jelly’s grip.
And then—
Her palm slammed toward Lucien.
The Stygian Shell shot forward under Lucien’s will, intercepting the blow.
BOOOOM—!!
Shockwaves rippled outward.
Even suppressed, her strike was monstrous.
“What a monster,” Lucien muttered.
He didn’t realize it…
…but he was smiling.
Excited.
He didn’t understand why. But he was enjoying this.
The woman moved again.
The audience leaned forward in unison, breathing tight.
Lucien was the longest to ever endure her strikes… and now he was matching her momentum blow for blow.
With the greatsword in hand, Lucien met her palm strike again.
CLANG—!
His pupils dilated.
Her martial forms… shifted every heartbeat.
There was no pattern.
No rhythm.
But Lucien wasn’t worried.
He was planning too.
Items appeared in his hands in split seconds, each one used to deflect, absorb, or redirect her attacks.
The woman’s fists were stronger than her sword.
He could feel it now.
The fight dragged on and the world held its breath, waiting for the outcome.
Lucien still couldn’t damage her.
And she couldn’t make him fall.
Her body felt… indestructible.
Right now, with the crown on his head, he looked like a sovereign who refused to kneel.
Lucien’s eyes glinted.
A new plan snapped into focus.
He finally knew how to hurt her.
His Laws were suppressed… but skills linked to Law still responded.
Requiem Command.
It let him wield Decay.
Lucien stowed all his weapons into his inventory.
Now—
The real match begins.
He shifted stances.
He recalled Luke’s teachings. The martial arts trained within the doors of his inner realm.
He also remembered the mural world… and the war he fought within.
This time… he fused beastman instinct with orthodox martial arts…
Raw instinct with disciplined form.
And he became unpredictable.
Lucien’s claws sharpened.
Dropping to all fours, he shot toward her like a hunting wolf.
They exchanged blows.
Lucien’s martial art turned wild and precise at once.
The woman finally struggled. She could no longer read him.
Lucien twisted from impossible angles…
Slashing with claws from the right.
Kicking from the left.
Rolling under her guard.
Springing over her shoulder.
His pattern was chaotic, yet followed a hidden rhythm. It wasn’t random at all… it was perfectly adaptive.
Finally—
He saw it.
An opening.
Lucien thrust his palm forward…
Requiem Command surged.
Decay spread across his hand… and struck the edge of her robe.
A small hole formed.
Gasps erupted outside.
The woman backed away sharply. Her head tilting in mechanical surprise.
Lucien didn’t hesitate.
He ran like a wolf, ignoring everything else.
He aimed straight for her head as Decay flared around his palm.
And just as he was about to strike—
Time froze.
No.
Everything froze.
Everyone on the platform… was locked in mid-motion.
Then a voice echoed.
[ The Battle Royale has ended. Congratulations to the twenty contenders who persisted. ]
The world stirred.
Everyone blinked.
No one understood.
They had just reached the climax.
The most heated instant of the fight.
How…?
Why…?
Confusion rippled.
Then anger.
Frustration.
“What happened?!”
“Why stop NOW?!”
“Let them finish the fight!”
“This was the match of the century!!”
“You can’t just end it HERE—!”
The audience erupted in fury.
Then—
One of the eliminated victims spoke from outside.
A bleak truth.
Everyone turned to listen.
To summarize the victims words…
While they had been consumed by Lucien’s battle with the robed woman…
…the shaved-head leader had been quietly moving in the shadows.
He had taken advantage of their distraction, sneaking behind his own allies… and shoving his fellow independents off the platform.
One by one.
Until only twenty people remained.
And the moment the number hit twenty… The Trial ended automatically.
The crowd went berserk. Many of them were battle fanatics. An unfinished fight was nothing short of sacrilege.
“That rat betrayed his own group?!”
“He ruined the BEST fight we’ve seen in years!!”
“I PAID FOR FRONT SEATS FOR THIS!!”
“BRING HIM OUT! LET US THROW HIM INSTEAD!”
But the Solar Concordium’s voice rose again.
[ The results stand. The top twenty contenders have been decided. ]
The crowd’s roar turned explosive.
But the trial was already over.
And Lucien…
still stood frozen inches from the woman’s face… with his palm hovering just shy of victory.
A cliffhanger no one wanted.
And yet—
That was the end of the First Trial.