100% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 – Drops
The day of the gathering arrived…

The gathering was not merely ceremonial.

Whenever a major event concluded in the West Continent, especially one involving multiple powerful factions, the Solar Concordium traditionally hosted a convergence.

It was part farewell, part exchange, and part politics.

This time, factions traded and bartered treasures recovered from the ruins, registered discoveries with the Concordium, and quietly negotiated alliances, debts, and future cooperation. For many, it was the only neutral ground where such dealings could occur without bloodshed.

For factions from distant continents, it was a final chance to settle unfinished matters before returning home.

For others, it was simply a goodbye.

Lucien chose not to attend.

While others celebrated survival, exchanged spoils, or tested the waters of future ambition, he preferred silence.

After all, he had already gained what mattered most.

Lucien and Marie remained in his room.

Marie had already claimed the table, sorting the loot she had gathered by color, shape, and according to her, “vibes.”

Lucien sat across from her and finally opened his inventory in earnest.

One by one, the drops from the ruins revealed themselves.

And Lucien’s expression shifted.

“…Even the lowest rarity is Rare,” he murmured.

Which meant only one thing… the plants they had gathered earlier were themselves extraordinarily rare.

He leaned forward slightly and began examining the drops one by one.

***

SOMNOLENT VEIL LOTUS DROPS

Rare:

• Veil Dew Crystal — A condensed droplet used to deepen focus during practice or study.

Epic:

• Dreamweave Pearl — Enhances clarity when exploring memories, visions, or inherited knowledge.

Legendary:

• Repose Origin Seed — A foundational core used to create environments optimized for long-term training.

STILLROOT FERN DROPS

Rare:

• Stillroot Fiber — Stabilizes internal energy circulation when woven into talismans or arrays.

Epic:

• Verdant Sever Thread — Used in precision formation work that requires clean energy separation.

Legendary:

• Root of Immutable Balance — Capable of anchoring unstable Law foundations.

LUNGMIRROR MOSS DROPS

Rare:

• Breathglass Film — Creates diagnostic mirrors that reveal internal energy pathways.

Epic:

• Resonance Lungplate — Used in alchemical devices to simulate internal systems for testing techniques.

Legendary:

• Mirrorbound Core — Allows the construction of training tools that perfectly reflect a practitioner’s internal state.

CHRONOSLUMBER THISTLE DROPS

Rare:

• Chronal Flake — Used to slightly delay processes within formations or tools.

Epic:

• Timefold Capsule — Stores a suspended action or effect for later release.

Legendary:

• Moment Anchor Seed — A core material capable of fixing a single moment into reality-based constructs.

HEARTMURMUR REEDS DROP

Rare:

• Murmur Silk Strand — Used to weave sound-neutral garments or equipment.

Epic:

• Resonance Hollow Tube — Forms the core of silent communication or signal-blocking arrays.

Legendary:

• Stillvoice Conduit — Enables the creation of domains where sound-based phenomena can be precisely controlled.

BREATHBOUND IVY DROPS

Rare:

• Ivy Seal Tendril — Strengthens containment formations and preservation arrays.

Epic:

• Breathlock Filament — Used to construct sealed environments for storage or ritual use.

Legendary:

• Boundlife Core Vine — A foundational material for creating long-term stasis or preservation structures.

REVENANT ASPHODEL DROPS

Rare:

• Tear of the Departed — Stores a single soul-fragment. Can anchor a fading consciousness.

• Seed of Reversion — A seed capable of reverting a single part of the body to a previous state.

Epic:

• Petal of the Last Dawn — Extends the lifespan of its consumer.

Legendary:

• Echo Bloom — Absorbs the final “echo” of a dying breath, storing it until it can be replanted.

***

Lucien’s eyes lit up.

Everything was useful. Not just for him but for those he intended to cultivate.

The mother plants themselves were already formidable resources. Now his thoughts shifted toward something more ambitious.

Cultivating the plants themselves. He wanted an infinite supply.

That alone could reshape his future plans.

As for the Celestial Realm Nephralis he had slain, the drops were familiar.

• Scale of Dominion (Legendary)

• Nephralis Soul Core (Epic)

• Heartflame Residue (Rare)

The same as last time.

(See Chapter 194)

•••

Lucien called out to Marie. He had made a decision to reveal part of his secret to her.

“I need your help with something.”

“Anything,” Marie replied without hesitation.

Lucien offered no further explanation.

He simply reached out and his divine energy unfolded around her like a veil.

Space folded.

The ground vanished beneath Marie’s feet.

And when her vision finally steadied, she was no longer inside their dwelling.

Marie inhaled sharply.

“…Ah.”

She turned slowly, eyes widening as recognition settled in.

“This place…” she murmured. Then she looked at Lucien who had just appeared. “So it wasn’t a dream that time.”

Lucien watched her reaction carefully.

“I brought you here before,” he said. “Briefly.”

Marie looked around in open awe.

“…So,” she said slowly, “what exactly do you want my help with?”

Lucien smiled and snapped his fingers.

The world blinked.

Space folded, and the scenery shifted in an instant.

They reappeared before a vast structure embedded directly into the fabric of the inner world.

Marie’s breath caught.

Before them stood a layered training complex.

At the lowest level, magma flowed through carefully controlled channels. It glowed not merely with heat, but with refined Life and Fire intent, pulsing like a living artery. Above it, stone platforms hovered in slow, shifting patterns, never fully still, never predictable.

“This is where they are now,” Lucien said calmly.

Marie narrowed her eyes and focused.

She saw them.

Sahrin.

Khasari.

Barefoot. Bloodied. Breathing hard.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, muscles trembling under strain.

“So they’ve been here all along…” Marie muttered. “No wonder I haven’t seen them outside.”

Then she frowned.

“…Wait. Hold on.” She leaned forward. “What are they doing? Are you torturing them?”

The two stood on separate platforms suspended above the magma flow, their bodies wrapped in adaptive gravity fields that fluctuated without rhythm.

Every breath compressed their muscle fibers. Every step rewrote their bone density. Every miscalculation burned but never crossed the line into death.

Lucien flicked Marie lightly on the forehead.

“Be serious.”

Marie burst out laughing. But when she looked again, her laughter faded into a low whistle.

“…That’s brutal,” she admitted. Then her eyes lit up. “And brilliant.”

She crossed her arms, impressed.

“Body tempering through adaptive destruction,” she said. “You’re not just making them endure pain, you’re forcing their flesh to learn survival.”

Lucien’s smile deepened, just slightly.

“Exactly.”

Lucien inclined his head.

“The Mortal Husk must be shed willingly,” he said. “If the body resists transformation, ascension fails.”

Marie crouched at the edge of the platform, tracing the flow of magma and the shifting gravity fields below.

For a moment, she said nothing.

Then Lucien spoke.

“When you shed your Mortal Husk… how did you do it?”

Marie blinked, not expecting the question.

“…That’s what you want to know?”

Lucien nodded.

“I only know one method,” he said evenly. “Continuous stress. I bathed in volcanoes. Swam through crushing depths. Endured trials that would reduce lesser beings to ash. I forced survival until transformation followed.”

Marie grimaced.

“Yeah… that sounds exactly like you.”

She took a breath, then grew quiet.

“My way was different,” she said at last. “I didn’t overpower my body.”

Lucien turned fully toward her.

“I starved it,” Marie continued.

Lucien paused.

“Not food,” she clarified. “Certainty.”

She gestured vaguely, as if recalling something distant.

“In the world I lived in,” she said, “resources were controlled.”

Lucien’s eyes sharpened.

“Everything was monopolized by organizations, states, or inherited authority. She shrugged. “If you weren’t inside the system, you weren’t meant to grow.”

Her tone stayed casual, but the implication was brutal.

“And I stopped being ‘allowed’ pretty early.”

She met his gaze.

“I wasn’t just chased by people,” Marie said plainly. “I was targeted by systems. Surveillance frameworks. Institutional response units. Entire organizations designed to erase irregularities before they became threats.”

Lucien frowned slightly.

“So you were forced into it,” he said.

Marie nodded.

“I stopped living within environments,” she said. “I existed between them.”

Her voice steadied, becoming precise.

“I trained while disoriented. While sleep-deprived. While my senses contradicted each other. I couldn’t rely on rhythm, routine, or stable conditions. Even my breathing patterns kept changing.”

A faint smile surfaced.

“My body stopped preparing for known situations,” she said. “It learned to respond to change itself.”

Lucien understood.

“That’s when it happened,” Marie said quietly.

She tapped her chest once.

“When I finally collapsed, my body didn’t need the Mortal Husk anymore. It wasn’t shattered. It wasn’t forcefully transcended.”

She searched for the right word.

“It was… outdated.”

Lucien was silent for a long moment.

 

Marie concluded, “it was adaptation taken far enough that practice became unnecessary.”

Lucien studied her.

“If that’s the case,” he asked, “why were you still running? You should’ve been one of the strongest in that world.”

Marie exhaled sharply.

“Strength doesn’t matter when the world itself is hostile,” she said. “They had weapons that could kill beings beyond the Mortal Realm. Not magic, but technology. Systems designed to erase threats before they matured.”

Her eyes darkened.

“The real powerhouses controlled everything. And the people were all brainwashed into believing I was an anomaly that needed to be erased.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And yeah,” she added dryly, “they were sexist bastards too. A woman not obeying hierarchy? Unacceptable. I still want to slap them.”

Lucien stared at her.

Not at her words but at the shape of her story.

A world where power didn’t guarantee safety. A person who refused to yield. Someone who survived by never standing still.

He understood then.

Marie hadn’t chosen solitude. It had been forced on her.

And yet—

She was still here.

Still laughing. Still standing.

Lucien looked away quietly.

No wonder she adapted instead of breaking. No wonder the Mortal Husk let go on its own.