100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 236
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Chapter 236: Chapter 236 – Void Gate
Next came the Obsidian Collegium.
Arctyx stepped forward. His eyes narrowed in intrigue.
“Curious…” he murmured. “Something in their construction carries a resonance that borders on conceptual purity.”
He met Lucien’s eyes, not prying… only acknowledging.
“Brother Wolf, we wish to trade too.”
Lucien shrugged.
“You know the rules, scholar.”
Arctyx chuckled.
“Direct as always. Very well. My belongings have already fallen into your hands, so… I must rely on my seniors this time.”
“Hey—you agreed to bet your storage ring.”
Laughter rippled through the Collegium.
Scholar Cyranor (the 4th senior brother) presented a storage ring filled with rare herbs, scrolls, refinement materials, etc… Each was carefully chosen.
Lucien accepted those with genuine excitement.
Arctyx nodded approvingly.
“If Stillness recognizes resonance, then these creations of yours may hold surprising weight.”
His third eye glimmered faintly but he said no more.
Lilith approached next. She was graceful yet razor-sharp.
“Little darling,” she said coolly, “I’ll take several.”
The void shimmered as she produced exquisitely rare items.
“If you need more, simply say the word.”
Lucien raised a brow.
“Sister… this is generous. What if it doesn’t work?”
Lilith smirked.
“You wouldn’t hand out something worthless.”
Then came the Scarlet Sect, Dawnblade Sect, Skavyrn independents, and other top-20 contenders… all offering valuable items in careful exchange.
Meanwhile, the remaining factions watched with open disbelief.
“A plushie? Seriously?”
“A toy? Opening an Eternal ruin?”
“Are they playing with us?”
They sneered.
But to the Top 20… those who saw Lucien take out the once in a lifetime treasure earlier or sensed the strangeness around him… exchanged instead.
Those who didn’t… hesitated.
The Celestial Race proxies, however, watched in silence… with eyes glowing faintly.
They unmistakably sensed divine energy woven into the plushies.
Their suspicion deepened.
‘This boy… is he really one of us?’
•••
Dawn came.
A pale blue light crept over the horizon.
The petrified dunes shimmered like frozen waves of silver glass.
Stillness blanketed the world.
The male Celestial Proxy stepped forward atop the central dune.
His voice carried like a decree.
“Let us begin the offering. First… Vorren and his partner, the victors of the Trial of Ascendancy.”
A hush fell over the desert.
Vorren strode toward the sacred obelisk with deliberate calm.
His partner followed closely behind, almost glued to his shadow.
Before them stood the “obelisk” but up close, it was no mere monolith.
It was a tower of crystallized stone, smooth as glass yet veined with frozen dunes.
At its base was a narrow archway… an entrance carved by Stillness itself.
No doors. No hinges. Just an opening shaped like a silent exhale, leading into the hollow chamber within.
Vorren stepped through.
Inside, the air felt suspended as if even sound feared to exist.
At the center stood the altar, a low pedestal of translucent stone-sand. It resembled a small dune caught in time. Faint ripples of Stillness shimmered across it like moonlight sinking into water.
Both men approached.
Together, they placed the Slime Plushie atop the altar.
For a heartbeat—
Nothing.
Then—
FWUUUMMMMM—!!
The altar… inhaled.
The surface of the pedestal rippled and the lines across the obelisk blazed to life. A vertical seam of silver split open above the alcove.
And from that seam—
A vortex unfurled.
A void gate blossomed like a flower carved from living moonlight.
Its swirling core spun with compressed Stillness.
White brilliance wrapped around Vorren and his partner like weightless threads, lifting them from the ground.
Their expressions flashed. Shock turned into triumph.
And then… the ruin claimed them.
They were pulled upward into the vortex—
SHINK.
The void snapped shut with surgical precision.
Once again… There was silence.
Gasps tore through the crowd.
“He entered!”
“It worked!”
“A plushie opened the ruin?!”
“Is this a divine joke or a revelation?!”
Lucien kept a straight face.
Marie was violently suppressing laughter.
The Celestial Proxies exchanged looks and smiled at each other.
And then—
Chaos.
Because next…
It was Lucien’s group’s turn.
And they had ten minutes before their offering slot.
Ten minutes… for every desperate practitioner in the desert to buy Slime Plushies.
Their heads turned in unison. Their eyes blazed.
All toward Lucien.
Marie patted his shoulder sympathetically.
“Congratulations, Luc. You’re officially the wealthiest merchant in the desert.”
Lucien’s soul deflated.
“…This is going to be a nightmare, isn’t it?”
The desert did not answer.
But the way every group surged toward him.
Confirmed it.
•••
Bags were ripped open. Storage rings gleamed under the pale dawn light. Artifacts, talismans, spirit herbs, heirlooms… everything was suddenly being offered, displayed, and waved with trembling hands.
“Brother Wolf, I have three rare herbs.”
“I’ll trade two rings.”
“No—take mine. I’m offering a family heirloom.”
But even in desperation…
No one dared raise their voice.
Not here.
Not with Stillness breathing down their necks.
The desert had become a cathedral of silence.
Soft whispering… careful bowing… restrained gestures.
It was a frenzy wrapped in absolute quiet.
Marie shivered.
“It’s like a feeding frenzy for plushies,” she whispered. “But… why does it feel like everyone’s whispering inside a temple?”
Lucien rubbed his temples.
“This is almost too peaceful… but it’s better like this.”
Yet beneath his exasperation, a small smile tugged at his lips.
The profit was absurd. But profit was not the point. His mind remained sharpened.
He closed his eyes—
And activated his Divine Sense.
A soft pressure radiated outward, unseen but impossible to hide from those nearby.
Several practitioners stiffened as it brushed across them but none dared protest.
Some thought:
‘He’s checking if our offers are fair.’
‘He’s verifying sincerity.’
‘He’s filtering us…’
Others simply lowered their heads, terrified that Stillness might interpret resistance as defiance.
Lucien sifted through the hues of their auras:
Some burned steady and bright. That means they have pure intent.
Others flickered with greed, malice, or festering ambition… Their colors are warped and murky.
His jaw tightened.
‘I’m not selling anything that might help a future disaster.’
He opened his eyes and began pointing.
“You may trade. And you. And you, please step forward. Your intent is acceptable.”
Relief washed over several faces.
But when he faced someone whose aura twisted with darkness—
Lucien’s expression cooled to polite finality.
“I’m afraid your items do not match the requirement. I cannot accept this trade.”
Or—
“I apologize. The offering must hold sincerity… and these do not.”
Or—
“My instincts object. And a beastman’s instincts should be respected in a ruin like this.”
Veins bulged. Teeth clenched. Eyes twitched.
They knew… The wolf beastman in front of them was just bullshitting.
But no one dared raise their voice.
Instead—
“…Understood.”
“We shall reflect.”
“Thank you… for the assessment.”
They stepped aside bowing stiffly as sweat slid down their necks.
Stillness hovered in the place like a judge.
Even a breath too sharp felt dangerous to them.
A trembling woman approached with both hands presenting a ring.
“Can I… offer this instead?”
Lucien barely needed to look.
Her color glowed like a lantern.
“That will do.”
Marie jabbed him in the ribs.
“HEY. You didn’t even inspect it. Pretty face privilege? BOOO! Womanizer!”
Lucien karate-chopped her head.
“Quiet. Or I’ll feed you to the ruin first.”
Then—
Lucien stiffened.
The Nephralis and Varkhaal approached… with smiles so fake they cracked.
“Brother Wolf,” one began smoothly, “we would—”
“No.”
Lucien didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.
A ripple of Stillness passed over the desert like a cold breath.
The two sects froze…
Mid-step…
Mid-smile…
Their expressions twisted into silent rage.
Marie nearly choked trying not to laugh.
Then… The petrified dunes pulsed faintly—
A warning.
As if it wanted to say, ‘One step further… and you stop moving forever.’
Their fists trembled. Their jaws clenched.
But they bowed.
And retreated.
Slow and careful steps as though afraid their heartbeat might offend the ruin.
Lucien exhaled. So much for his hope that they’d explode and get smited by Stillness.
‘Tch. My plan failed.’
…
The buying spree resumed.
Even when someone realized they didn’t have enough to trade… Even when frustration bit deep…
No one dared raise their voice.
Fear of Stillness sealed every mouth.
By the time the discreet “auction” ended—
Lucien’s Inventory was overflowing:
Rare herbs, ancient ores, specialized refinement tools, obscure scrolls, essence stones, even heirloom artifacts.
Marie whispered.
“You could build a small kingdom with that.”
Lucien sighed.
“Let’s hope I live long enough to spend it…”
•••
Then—
A resonant voice rippled across the frozen dunes.
The male Celestial Proxy stepped forward.
“Verdant Veil. It is your group’s turn to offer.”
Silence deepened.
Eirene straightened. Verdant Veil members clutched their plushies.
Marie hugged hers like a cherished pet.
Lucien adjusted his cloak.
Together, they ascended the altar.
The obelisk loomed like a monument carved from frozen moonlight.
The entrance awaited them.
One by one…
They placed their Slime Plushies atop it.
For a single breath—
Nothing.
Then—
FWUUUUM—!!!
The void gate spiraled open again.
The crowd gasped.
“They’re being accepted!”
“It wasn’t a fluke!”
“The plushies… really work!”
The Celestial Proxies watched in composed satisfaction.
Marie grabbed Lucien’s sleeve.
“Luc… we’re actually going in.”
Lucien smirked faintly.
“Let’s pray the ruin appreciates adorable things.”
The vortex descended, swallowing Eirene…
Then Verdant Veil…
Then Marie…
And finally…
Lucien.
SHINK.
The void gate sealed shut behind them.
Leaving the people staring…
In awe. In envy. In trembling regret.
As the realization hit them all at once—
They really should have bought a plushie earlier.