100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Chapter 249 – Resurrection
The moment the Samsara Crown settled upon Lucien’s head, knowledge flooded him.

Not like text.

Not like memory.

But like instincts returning. Like truths he had always known but his Mind had forgotten.

Life. Death. The tether between soul and vessel.

The exact instant a soul begins to slip into the void.

Luminous threads bloomed before his vision. Silver, gold, red, fading blue.

The life-threads of everyone present.

And Raven’s thread…

It was barely holding on.

A translucent wisp, Raven’s soul, floated just above his chest, tugged by an unseen current.

It was leaving… severed from the breath-signature that once anchored it.

Lucien whispered,

“…His soul is already loosening. One more minute, and he won’t have a body to return to.”

The Scarlet Senior Sister’s breath shattered.

Eirene covered her mouth.

Marie trembled.

Even the black-robed leader watched in silence as though witnessing a forbidden ritual.

The Samsara Crown pulsed.

And with that pulse, Lucien understood the truth.

Raven wasn’t simply breathless.

His vessel had rejected the concept of breath itself.

The Breath-Eraser projectile had not destroyed his lungs…

It had removed the metaphysical imprint that allowed a body to remember breathing.

Like deleting a function from a script.

A body forgetting breath. A soul losing its anchor. A life fading between being and un-being.

That was the true wound.

Lucien’s thoughts sharpened.

‘This isn’t just death. This is erasure of continuation. His body lost its right to the cycle.’

The Crown vibrated like Samsara itself nodded.

Lucien inhaled deeply.

Then he spoke calmly,

“…To restore his life, I must restore the concept of life to his vessel.

And for that… I need someone whose cycle is strong enough to lend.”

Every gaze turned toward the Scarlet Senior Sister.

She swallowed, stepped forward, and nodded resolutely.

“I stand ready.”

Lucien returned the nod.

He lifted his hand.

And just then…

Golden samsaric rings unfurled around his arm.

A circle of reincarnational light opened beneath the sister.

Her breath glowed vermilion, shaped like the flame of a Salamander.

Lucien placed his palm over her sternum.

“I will extract your Cycle Imprint. It’s the metaphysical signature that tells the Laws of the World that you have the right to continue living. A portion only. Enough to grant Raven a new continuity.”

Her lips trembled, but she nodded without hesitation.

“Take it.”

Lucien’s voice deepened.

“Once I begin… you cannot pull back.”

“I won’t.”

He pressed two fingers against her chest.

Soft glowing motes drifted out of her body. They were warm, ember-like, and pulsing with longevity.

Her lifespan. Her vitality. Her right to exist.

The factions held their breath.

The transfer wasn’t violent… But it was profound.

Her exhale stuttered.

Her knees weakened.

Her remaining years flickered like a candle in a storm.

Wrinkles formed along her youthful face.

Flashes of white appeared in her once-vibrant red hair.

Someone whispered:

“No way… he’s siphoning time…”

Eirene murmured,

“No… it’s deeper. He’s transferring identity. Continuation.”

Lucien shifted his hand toward Raven, still inside the Cryogenic Chamber.

A second samsaric circle bloomed beneath the unconscious man.

Raven’s soul-wisp flickered, hesitating between departure and return.

Lucien spoke. His voice was low yet it carried across the terrace.

“Raven’s body no longer remembers how to breathe. Its very concept of breath was erased.”

He pressed the sister’s amber-gold imprint into Raven’s chest.

“So I will overwrite the missing piece with hers. A borrowed cycle. A borrowed continuity.”

Raven’s body jerked.

A faint golden glow spread across his torso, sewing shut a metaphysical wound no physical medicine could ever reach.

Lucien guided the swirl of energies, threading them with impossible precision.

“This is not resurrection by force,” he murmured. “This is resurrection by continuity exchange.”

The black-robed leader lowered his head slightly.

“…Brilliant.”

Eirene whispered,

“…Terrifyingly brilliant.”

Marie clutched her sleeves, unable to tear her gaze away.

Lucien worked steadily.

As he recited lines, they sounded less like an incantation and more like truths etched into the fabric of existence.

“Life cannot arise from emptiness,” he said. “It must follow a path.”

His fingertips glowed, pressing lightly over Raven’s chest.

“Death is not the absence of breathing. It is the collapse of the reason to breathe.”

He tapped Raven’s sternum again.

“Samsara allows to graft another person’s reason onto others.”

A heavy pause.

“But the cost is real.”

The meaning rippled through the onlookers.

The Senior Sister would live. But years of her life were already burning away.

Her eyes glistened.

“For him… it’s nothing.”

The Crown flared.

Lucien gritted his teeth.

Threads of samsaric gold linked the Senior Sister to the Crown and to Raven in a delicate triangle.

It was dangerously thin.

If Lucien misjudged…

Raven’s soul would be crushed.

The Sister’s cycle would collapse.

Lucien’s own lifespan might bleed into the rift.

Sweat trickled down his jaw.

“Hold… just a little longer…”

Perfect Calculation guided every movement.

Perfect Loop simulated thousands of failure paths and helped him avoid them each time.

The process was grueling.

Several disciples cried as they watched their senior weaken.

On the other side, the lake hammered against the Stygian Shell… but none dared look away.

Lucien gasped softly.

The final step approached.

“I found it…” he whispered. “…the place where breath once lived.”

The Sister steadied herself despite trembling limbs.

“Take whatever else you need.”

Lucien placed both palms onto Raven’s chest.

Golden rings spiraled outward—

And at that exact moment—

Raven’s soul-thread quivered.

The Sister’s cycle flickered.

Lucien’s aura wavered beneath the Crown’s pressure.

Everyone leaned forward, breath held.

The ruins groaned.

Lucien inhaled… right as he began reconnecting Raven to existence.

Golden ripples surged from his palms, weaving themselves into the shattered imprint inside Raven’s chest.

The samsaric rings brightened, turning the entire terrace gold-white like dawn forcing itself into a dying world.

Raven’s soul-thread trembled violently.

The Senior Sister staggered as another decade bled from her aura.

Lucien’s muscles trembled beneath the Crown’s weight.

For one terrifying moment, all three threads looked as if they might snap.

Marie’s nails dug into her own palms.

Eirene clutched her chest.

Even the black-robed leader leaned forward by an inch.

Lucien growled through clenched teeth.

“NOT YET—!”

The Crown responded.

BWOOM—

A deep resonance thundered outward, shaking the ground. The samsaric rings spun faster, forming a rotating mandala of life-death exchange.

Lucien forced the Senior Sister’s stolen cycle imprint deeper into Raven’s being, stitching it into the metaphysical wound where the concept of “breathing” once lived.

The effect was immediate.

Raven’s soul-thread jerked downward.

His wisp flickered… hesitated… then gravitated toward his body.

The tether was forming.

But the backlash struck.

A violent shock snapped along the samsaric threads, surging up Lucien’s arms. The Crown pulsed hard… too hard… slamming Lucien backward on his knees. His vision blurred. Blood beaded down his nose.

A gasp rippled through the factions.

“Brother Luc!” Eirene cried.

But he raised his hand sharply.

He steadied his breath, lifted his head… and smiled faintly.

“That was mild.”

Everyone shivered.

If that was mild… what was severe?

Lucien refocused, gathering the samsaric light back into his palms. His voice lowered, commanding the light.

“Cycle—return.

Breath—remember.

Life—continue.”

The Crown flared and golden lotus petals drifted through the air like sparks from a divine forge.

They landed on Raven’s chest… and dissolved into light.

Inside the Cryogenic Chamber, Raven’s body twitched.

A faint glow surged beneath his skin.

warm… living… familiar.

Lucien pressed harder.

The Senior Sister gasped and fell to one knee, coughing blood.

Her hair lost another streak of color.

Lines deepened on her face like seasons passing in seconds.

But she never looked away.

“Please… let him return…”

Lucien’s eyes softened for a heartbeat.

Then hardened with resolve.

“Hold.”

Golden rings converged onto a single point, the space where breath once belonged.

Lucien thrust his palms forward.

KRAAA—SHOOOM—!!

A shock of reincarnational force burst outward, cracking stones, even forcing wind to reverse direction for an instant.

Every spectator shielded their eyes.

When the light finally dimmed—

Lucien was panting.

The Senior Sister was trembling, leaning on her spear for support.

The Crown’s glow had faded to a soft ember.

Inside the chamber…

Raven’s soul-thread snapped back into his chest like a cord pulled home.

His body jerked.

His fingers twitched.

A faint tremor traveled through his spine, then—

HAAA—!!

A sharp inhale tore the silence.

Raven’s chest expanded for the first time since the attack.

His body convulsed as breath… real breath… returned to him in ragged, uneven bursts.

The Senior Sister released a broken sob.

Marie screamed in surprise.

Even the stoic Sskavyrn duo recoiled in awe.

Raven’s eyes fluttered open.

Unfocused. Confused. Alive.

“I… I’m alive?”

He looked around… and froze.

His gaze landed on the Senior Sister.

Her once-youthful features were now marked by sudden age. There are now faint lines along her cheeks, streaks of white threaded through her fiery hair, and her vitality dimmed like a flame forced to burn shorter and brighter.

“S–Senior… Sister…?” Raven whispered, voice cracking. “What… happened to you?”

His eyes then drifted to Lucien.

“You… saved me…?”

Lucien exhaled, exhausted.

“No,” he answered quietly. “She did.”

The Senior Sister let out a soft, broken sob and reached for him with trembling fingers.

Raven, still weak, lifted his hand to meet hers.

Their palms touched.

For a moment, the entire garden fell completely silent.

Even the trembling of the distant Stygian Shell seemed to fade.

Lucien stepped back, giving them the space that belonged to them alone.

Before he fully withdrew, he left one final instruction.

“His cycle has been restored,” Lucien said gently. “But let him rest. His soul still needs time to settle.”

With that, he removed the Samsara Crown.

The glow faded from his silhouette and the crushing presence that once weighed on the garden dispersed like a sigh.

Lucien returned the crown to his INVENTORY.

Only then did the Verdant Veil members approach him.

“Brother Wolf… that was beyond anything we’ve ever seen.”

“To reverse erasure itself… you honored the Eternal today.”

“You bend concepts as though they were reeds. Terrifying… but admirable.”

Marie’s eyes shimmered with pride as if it was her achievement.

Lucien simply gave a small smile.

“It’s nothing special,” he murmured.

But everyone knew he was wrong.

Every faction looked at him with a different weight in their eyes.

None dared voice it…

But all felt it.

A resurrection had taken place before their very eyes.

A life had been pulled back from conceptual erasure.

And Lucien…

Lucien had done something unbelievable.

Behind them, the lake trembled furiously against the Stygian Shell’s barrier—

But no one turned.

Not when a miracle still hung in the air.