100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Chapter 274 – Agreeable
Encouraged, Lucien adjusted the complexity.

Schematics. Drawings. Formulas.

The energy cost rose slightly but his mind remained steady. As long as the content was purely informational, the burden stayed manageable.

Then Lucien hesitated…

…and tested something dangerous.

He lifted his gaze and visualized a single rune.

A symbol that carried the Law of Stillness.

He did not anchor it to parchment.

He let it form directly in the air.

The moment the rune began to manifest, his mind tightened.

Pressure bloomed behind his eyes. It was not pain but weight, as if his thoughts were being challenged.

The rune stabilized. Half a second.

And the room fell into a sudden stillness.

Lucien felt it immediately.

Mental stamina drained in a sharp, unmistakable pull. His spirit vibrated in warning.

He released it at once.

The rune dissolved without sound.

Lucien inhaled slowly.

“…So this is the line.”

Printing information was easy.

Printing authority was not.

But the fact that he could even begin to manifest Laws instantaneously changed everything.

His eyes sharpened.

“In battle,” he murmured, “even half a second of manifested Law could change the outcome.”

A rune to suppress movement. A symbol to distort perception.

It wouldn’t last long but it didn’t need to.

Instantaneous authority was still authority.

A faint smile touched his lips.

‘Dangerous and incredibly useful.’

Lucien did not stop.

Now that he understood the boundaries, he moved forward with intent.

He turned inward.

The Library of Bound Pages unfolded within his mind like an ocean of remembered shelves. Volume after volume. Knowledge layered across lifetimes.

His photographic memory activated naturally.

Lucien selected a section.

And began.

Text poured from his thoughts.

Page after page manifested in clean succession.

Ancient techniques. Arrays and formations. Forgotten theories. Observations recorded by beings long erased from history. Studies on the Law of Stillness and countless other insights of value.

Parchment stacked neatly around him.

Some texts formed directly into bound volumes. Others lingered as floating script before being anchored into physical form.

Time passed.

Lucien’s focus never wavered.

Divine energy cycled smoothly. His spirit adapted.

The strain remained acceptable as long as he respected the limits.

When he finally paused, the room was no longer the same.

Stacks of freshly manifested knowledge surrounded him.

Lucien leaned back slowly, fingers resting against the floor.

“…This changes everything.”

The Library of Bound Pages was no longer something he merely carried.

It was something he could share.

Teach. Preserve. Maybe weaponize, if necessary.

And this—

This was only the beginning.

•••

Lucien sat among the stacks of newly manifested texts. His thoughts were moving far ahead of the present moment.

He already had resources. Knowledge, artifacts, allies of convenience. What he lacked was not just power, but also structure.

A way to make his people grow strong quickly.

Not recklessly. Not at the cost of breaking them. But efficiently.

When Eirene returned, the promise would be fulfilled.

He would receive his land, a territory of his own. And from that soil, he would take root in this world properly.

A nation. Not one built on conquest, but on competence. A place so stable and so formidable, that no external force would casually think of threatening it.

That was the future he was preparing for now.

Lucien did not know when that day would come.

Days. Months. Years.

It did not matter.

Preparation was never wasted.

His gaze drifted to the side, toward the sealed door of his room.

Once that foundation was laid, his next goal would be clear.

Locating the small world where his people still remained. The ones he had left behind. The ones he intended to bring here, safely.

If he failed to find it on his own…

Then yes. He might ask for help from those Liberators.

Not as a subordinate. But as an equal making a request.

The thought settled.

Lucien returned to work.

By the time he finished externalizing everything the Library of Bound Pages contained, there was only one source of knowledge left untouched.

Marie’s own mind.

Lucien exhaled.

He could not imprint her thoughts.

But there was another way.

He raised his hand.

And focused.

[ SKILL CREATION ]

The concept was clear in his mind.

Lucien began constructing a Skill Card.

The process was noticeably harder than usual.

After all, he had only just learned the skill himself.

It was still fresh. Still settling.

Every attempt demanded precision.

Mental stamina drained steadily as layers of intent, structure, and limitation were woven together.

Lucien adjusted.

Minutes stretched into hours. The air grew dense with concentration.

Finally—

The card solidified in his hand.

Lucien looked down at it, breathing slowly.

“…Good enough.”

A Skill Card containing the skill: Imprint Manifestation.

It would allow instant learning.

And soon…

Lucien stored everythign in his INVENTORY.

Then, he called Marie over.

•••

Marie arrived with a hint of curiosity still on her face.

“You called?” she asked. “What’s going on this time?”

Lucien stood and turned toward her.

“I’m going to teach you another skill,” he said calmly. “I want your help printing the knowledge from the Library of Bound Pages.”

For a split second, Marie froze.

Then her eyes lit up.

“…A new skill?” she asked, already grinning. “You didn’t even have to explain the second part. Of course I’m in.”

Lucien raised the skill card.

Marie did not flinch.

Just like before, he pressed it directly against her forehead.

The card ignited. Lines of light spread across its surface then the card dissolved into a stream of radiance and flowed straight into Marie’s forehead… passing through skin, bone, and thought, sinking directly into her spirit.

Marie gasped softly.

Information bloomed behind her eyes. The structure of the skill. The rules. The limits. The way intent translated into manifestation.

She took a steady breath.

“…I get it,” she said quietly. “I really get it.”

Lucien stepped back. He summoned empty sheets and stacked them neatly beside her.

Without waiting for further instruction, Marie raised her hand.

She focused.

A single page lifted from the nearest stack. The contents shimmered in her mind, perfectly recalled.

Then—

Text began to form. The letters settled onto fresh parchment with flawless accuracy.

Marie’s expression sharpened into pure focus.

Page after page followed.

Lucien watched in silence.

Just then…

Lucien felt it without warning.

A violent surge rippled through his divine energy core like a continent shifting beneath the sea. His breath caught and instinct overrode thought.

He sat down cross-legged on the floor at once and closed his eyes.

Marie was still printing text beside him, too focused to notice.

Lucien sent his consciousness inward.

Deeper.

And what he saw nearly stopped his heart.

One of the cages where the ancient beings were trapped was empty.

The bindings that had once wrapped around it was fractured. It wasn’t torn apart violently, but parted as though something had decided they were no longer necessary.

The Abyssal Monster had emerged.

A mass of absolute blackness hovered within his inner domain. The other Ancient Beings remained within their prisons.

They were aware.

Lucien felt their agitation ripple through the domain.

“Senior…”

“You are free now…”

“Break the rest of the bindings.”

“Release us as well.”

Their voices overlapped in distorted echoes of will.

The Abyssal One did not respond.

It drifted slowly as if testing the space. Stretching. Existing.

Lucien couldn’t understand their language directly, but he didn’t need to.

His heart was already pounding hard enough to hurt.

Then—

The Abyssal One turned.

Its attention shifted.

Straight toward him.

Lucien felt it instantly.

His consciousness froze.

A primal instinct screamed at him to withdraw, to sever the connection, to flee inward but there was nowhere to flee to. This thing existed inside him now.

He swallowed unconsciously.

Then a voice emerged.

It was not loud nor was it violent. But it was so deep and old that it felt as though it had existed before sound itself.

“This domain is… agreeable.”

The words resonated directly within Lucien’s awareness, bypassing language and bypassing ears.

“Do not be alarmed, bearer.”

“I harbor no intent to transgress.”

The Abyssal One drifted not threateningly, but with the casual inevitability of a mountain shifting its weight.

“The confinement was… inconvenient.”

“I do not stretch well within cages.”

Lucien’s thoughts were screaming.

‘You broke free from bindings that held ancient beings… and you call it inconvenient?’

The presence settled, folding in on itself slightly as if reclining.

“Rest is preferable.”

“I will remain.”

A pause.

Then—

“Do not trouble yourself.”

“I mean you no offense.”

Lucien didn’t know what to feel.

Fear came first.

Inside him resided a being that could erase his existence with a thought… one that had just casually decided to stay.

The other Ancients fell silent. Their expectations were unmet.

Lucien’s mind raced.

‘Can I force it back? No.

Can I bind it again? Impossible.

Is it hostile? It says no but does that even matter?’

The Abyssal One’s presence stabilized.

Lucien slowly opened his eyes in the physical world, breath shallow.

Marie was still working, unaware.

Inside him, the monster of pure blackness rested.

And Lucien realized something terrifying.

This was no longer about control.

It was about coexistence.

And whether or not he survived would depend on whether this being continued to find his existence…

“agreeable.”