100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 275 – Training Plan
Lucien glanced at Marie once more, then hesitated.

She was still working, completely absorbed. Page after page formed without pause.

Finally, he made his decision.

Lucien withdrew from the physical world and entered his divine energy core.

The world shifted. He descended into his inner realm.

The landscape had changed subtly since his last visit. Power flowed more smoothly now, but there was also… pressure. A presence that bent the space around it without effort.

And then he saw it.

The Abyssal Monster.

It was motionless.

A mass of absolute blackness, folded in on itself like a collapsed star at rest. It did not acknowledge Lucien’s arrival. It did not react in the slightest.

It was… sleeping.

Lucien did not move closer.

Instinct screamed the warning before reason could catch up. Disturbing it would be the worst possible choice.

There was no hostility radiating from it. No hunger. No malice.

If anything…

It felt content.

As though it found this place acceptable.

Lucien swallowed.

“Don’t wake a sleeping dragon, they said…” He murmured inwardly.

He turned his attention away.

That was when he noticed the real problem.

The remaining Ancient Beings were still sealed within their cages… yet their mere presence was enough to poison the domain around them.

Lucien’s monster ecosystem had reacted instinctively.

Creatures avoided the area entirely. Entire habitats had gone silent. Even the strongest monster leaders refused to approach within twenty kilometers of the cages.

Fear. Pure, instinctive rejection.

Lucien’s jaw tightened.

“This won’t work,” he thought.

He couldn’t remove the Abyssal One. He couldn’t bind it again.

But the others—

The others were still within his power to deal with.

Lucien made his choice.

He ignored the sleeping Abyssal Monster completely… For now.

Then he raised his will.

The cages trembled.

Dozens of containment structures tore free from the ground, dragged upward by Lucien’s authority. Space warped and folded as he teleported, carrying them with him.

In an instant, he arrived in the void of his inner realm.

Endless silence stretched in all directions.

The cages hovered around him like condemned stars.

The Ancient Beings erupted at once.

“You dare—!”

“Release us immediately!”

“You do not understand what you hold!”

“Free me and I will grant you dominion!”

“You will regret this!”

Their voices overlapped. Rage, arrogance, desperation, temptation.

Lucien did not respond.

He wasn’t an idiot.

He knew exactly what would happen if he released even one of them.

With his current strength, he could not truly kill an Eternal.

Eternals were immortal. They were beings fused with Law itself. Destroying one required methods far beyond brute force.

He did not possess that power yet.

So he ignored them. All of them.

Soon, another structure emerged from the void.

The Obsidian Tower.

The reaction was immediate.

The Ancient Beings recognized it.

Their howls changed.

“That structure—!”

“No—!”

“You traitor!”

“You are aligned with those accursed monsters?!”

Their fury intensified.

They hated the entities tied to the Black Mass. Once, they had stood as protectors of the world and those monsters were their mortal enemies.

Lucien’s expression remained cold.

“You don’t get a choice.”

With a single motion, he sent the cages forward.

One by one, they were dragged into the Obsidian Tower, swallowed by its depths.

Screams echoed briefly…

…and then vanished.

Silence returned to the void.

Lucien stood alone.

The Ancient Beings had believed freedom was near.

Instead, they had been imprisoned again.

In a place they despised.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

“That’s the best I can do… for now.”

The ecosystem would recover.

The Abyssal Monster slept.

And the rest—

The rest were contained.

•••

Slowly, the change became clear.

The monster ecosystem began to breathe again.

Creatures that had fled returned cautiously at first, then in greater numbers. Predators reclaimed territory. Even the more timid species emerged from hiding.

He then noticed something.

The presence of the Abyssal Monster does not suffocate them.

Lucien frowned slightly.

“…They’re not afraid of it?” He realized.

Its existence had sunk into the environment itself, not like an intrusive presence but a silent constant. Like gravity. Like darkness between stars. Something fundamental rather than hostile.

Then—

Lucien saw something that nearly made his heart stop again.

Slimes. Dozens of them.

They were climbing.

Their small gelatinous bodies clung to the vast mass of absolute blackness, bouncing gently, sliding, sticking, and reforming as they explored the Abyssal Monster’s surface with mindless curiosity.

Lucien froze.

His first instinct was to intervene.

But he stopped.

If he forcibly removed them with his authority, the Abyssal Monster might interpret it as aggression. A reflexive response from a being like that could erase entire layers of his inner realm.

He held his breath.

Seconds passed. Then more.

The Abyssal Monster did not react.

It did not stir. It did not resist. It did not acknowledge them at all.

The slimes continued crawling happily, some even sinking slightly into the black surface before popping back out, completely unharmed.

Lucien exhaled slowly.

“…Alright,” he muttered. “So you really don’t care.”

Either that or the Abyssal Monster’s definition of “annoyance” existed on a scale so vast that slimes simply didn’t register.

Lucien turned away, choosing not to disturb the scene.

His thoughts shifted to the future.

To growth.

He surveyed the monsters within his domain.

They were strong by mortal standards. Many had reached the peak of the Mortal Realm. Some had even brushed against the threshold.

But none had crossed it.

Lucien knew why.

He remembered the small world.

The reason advancement beyond the Mortal Realm was so difficult wasn’t just talent or effort… it was the world’s own limitation.

The Laws in a small world were weak, diluted, barely perceptible. Resources capable of supporting advance realms were rare. Ascension wasn’t just hard, it was structurally discouraged.

Without his title: The Transcendent One, even Lucien himself would never have reached his current level.

That realization made his chest tighten.

And then he noticed something else. His inner realm… was similar.

The Laws here were incomplete.

Not absent but selective.

Only the Laws Lucien had mastered flowed freely. Creation, Life and Death, Reflection, Fire, Darkness, and fragments of others.

Their strength waxed and waned based entirely on his own comprehension.

Other Laws existed as well, woven naturally into the realm. But they were faint and nearly imperceptible to mortal perception. Without the ability to sense Laws directly, one could live an entire lifetime here without ever realizing they were present.

Also, the ceiling of this realm…

Was him.

The maximum strength any being practicing within his divine energy core could attain was ultimately limited by Lucien’s own limits.

“…I see,” he murmured.

His divine energy core was his greatest asset, but it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t a true world yet.

Not like the Big World.

Still—

Its size alone was staggering. Already more than twice the scale of Earth, with room to grow, evolve, and stabilize.

Lucien clenched his hand slowly.

“I’ll make this work.”

If the world imposed limits—

Then he would remove them.

If Laws were weak—

Then he would strengthen them.

If ascension was impossible—

Then he would create the path himself.

His gaze drifted back toward the slimes.

He remembered his promise to the Primordial Slime.

To return the glory of slimes.

Lucien smiled faintly.

“I promised,” he said quietly.

And he had never broken a promise that mattered.

The monsters here would grow stronger.

This inner realm would become a cradle for evolution.

And when his people finally arrived—

They would not be weak.

They would not struggle as he once had.

They would rise.

And so, Lucien began experimenting within his core.

He constructed a dedicated facility solely for practice. Here, he would refine the most efficient path for rapid growth beyond the Mortal Realm.

•••

Lucien returned to the physical world. His awareness settled back into the room once more.

Marie was still there, her focus was absolute.

Lucien did not interrupt her.

Instead, he turned and stepped out of the room.

A short while later, he found them.

Sahrin and Khasari were in the adjacent courtyard, sitting quietly, still unsure what to do with themselves now that they had left the desert. The desert folk moved with caution in places like this. They were guests in a world far larger than the one they had known.

Lucien stopped before them.

“Sahrin. Khasari,” he called.

They looked up at once.

“Yes, benefactor?” Sahrin answered, straightening immediately. Khasari followed suit.

Lucien studied them for a moment.

“You’ve survived,” he said. “That alone means you have potential. But survival isn’t enough.”

They listened without interrupting.

“I’m going to help you practice,” Lucien continued. “At least until you reach the Transcendent Realm.”

Khasari’s breath caught. Sahrin’s eyes widened, but she did not speak.

Lucien made a gesture and asked to come with him to his private chamber.

Sahrin and Khasari would be the first to undergo the training plan he made earlier.